bioinnovel Chapter 344 A global craze for Chinese is sweeping the world; foreigners are all learning to sing &q
Chapter 344 A global craze for Chinese is sweeping the world; foreigners are all learning to sing &q
The afterglow of the awards ceremony lingered in the skies above Los Angeles for a long time.
The Avenue of Stars three months later.
The sun was still blazing, but the scene on the street had taken a rather intriguing turn.
The giant LED screen no longer displays only trailers for Hollywood blockbusters.
The silhouette of Su Qingge in that blue and white porcelain cheongsam stretched across the side wall of the entire commercial street.
That unique melody, imbued with ancient Eastern charm, drifted through the alleyways on the afternoon breeze.
In a roadside cafe.
Several stylishly dressed young white men were huddled together, scratching their heads in front of their phone screens.
They weren't researching the latest stocks, nor were they scrolling through short videos.
They are correcting each other's pronunciation word by word.
"Sky blue...waiting for the misty rain."
One of the boys tried hard to curl his tongue, making his pronunciation sound slightly comical.
"No, buddy, for the word 'rain,' you have to imagine you're whistling, but you can't actually whistle it out."
The woman next to him was correcting him seriously, while holding a thick book of "Basic Chinese Phonetics".
This scenario would have been unthinkable just three months ago.
But ever since Lin Zhou's "output" on the podium, learning Chinese has become a symbol of identity.
In Hollywood, if you can't speak a few words of Chinese, you'll feel embarrassed to greet people when you go out.
On Twitter and TikTok, top movie stars have launched a "Chinese calligraphy challenge".
The veteran tough guy who once won an Oscar posted a picture of a crookedly written "peace" on his social media.
The caption reads sincerely: "This is the most difficult fighting technique I've ever practiced in my life, but I absolutely love these lines."
In the living room of Xishan Manor.
A live global interview program is playing on the television screen.
The host is interviewing a famous British pop musician.
"I heard you've recently been trying to adapt classic Chinese songs?"
The musicians were ecstatic, and even started strumming their guitars in front of the camera.
"Yes, Ms. Su Qingge's 'Blue and White Porcelain' is simply a masterpiece of God. The arrangement of the pentatonic scale made me feel some kind of mysterious code from the East."
Lin Zhou sat on the sofa with an air of nonchalance, holding a freshly brewed cup of Pu'er tea.
He squinted slightly, watching the various jokes that people made while trying to learn Chinese on TV.
This kind of cultural superiority is far more satisfying to him than reaping billions of dollars in the financial market.
That was a pride that came from the very core of one's being.
His cultural empire, which he had been developing for three years, finally came to a complete conclusion in this carnival called "Wandering".
"Dad, look at Uncle Hei Hei, what he's saying is so strange."
Nuonuo was squatting on the living room carpet, tilting her little head up to look at the bodyguard standing straight to the side.
That was Jason, a top-tier security guard whom Lin Zhou had hired from overseas at great expense.
At this moment, the burly man who could dismantle a Hummer with his bare hands was blushing, his back straighter than a javelin.
He was struggling to repeat a simple word after Nuonuo.
"Hello."
Nuonuo stretched out her chubby little hand, like a serious little teacher, correcting the other person's mouth shape.
"Uncle Jason, keep your tongue flat, don't curl it up!"
Jason awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried again in a hoarse voice.
"Mud...waste?"
"No, no, it's you!"
Nuonuo sighed, looking like she thought, "This child is hopeless," and paced back and forth in front of Jason with her hands behind her back.
"If you still can't learn it, you won't get any of Lin An's first birthday candy tomorrow."
Jason turned pale with anxiety upon hearing this.
He was never afraid of bullets on the battlefield, but now he was being tortured by a five-year-old girl to the point of wanting to bang his head against the wall.
Hello! Hello!
This time, he finally showed his survival instinct and his pronunciation became much more accurate.
Nuonuo clapped her hands in satisfaction, then turned to Lin Zhou and stuck out her tongue proudly.
"Dad, I've finally taught Uncle Jason to be smart!"
Lin Zhou couldn't help but chuckle and waved to his daughter.
"Nuonuo, come here. Stop torturing Uncle Jason. His hands are for holding guns, not calligraphy brushes."
"That won't do, Dad. You said that Chinese is the first language in our family."
Nuonuo ran over, skillfully climbed onto Lin Zhou's lap, and hugged his neck.
"When my little brother grows up, I'll teach him too. If he says it's not right, I'll hide his bottle."
As Lin Zhou listened to his daughter's innocent yet domineering declaration, the smile in his eyes grew even stronger.
He turned to look out the window.
Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, where Su Qingge was tuning her custom-made guzheng.
The occasional clear notes that drifted in created two completely different worlds from the clamor on the television.
Behind that global Chinese language craze lies the grand era personally crafted by Lin Zhou.
He not only gained wealth, but also the right to speak in this era.
On the television, the host began loudly announcing this week's global singles chart.
"Blue and White Porcelain" unsurprisingly retained its number one spot for the twelfth consecutive week.
Even the graffiti on the streets of London has begun to show traces of Chinese characters.
Those once arrogant Western media outlets that considered Eastern culture merely an embellishment are now busy hiring Chinese translators at high salaries.
In order to secure an exclusive interview with Su Qingge, they even formed a long queue outside the public relations building of the Lin Group.
Looking at this bizarre, frenzied noise.
Lin Zhou's eyes gradually deepened.
He has walked this path for too long, killed too many enemies, and won too many battles.
Now, he stands at the highest point.
He won the awards he deserved, he avenged the wrongs he was owed, and the world revolves around his mother tongue.
Lin Zhou suddenly reached out and picked up the remote control.
A beep.
The television screen, which had been bustling with activity and filled with praise and cheers, suddenly went completely black.
All the noise was cut off at this moment.
The living room returned to tranquility, with only soft, gentle breathing and birdsong from outside the window.
"Daddy, why did you turn it off? Nuonuo hasn't even seen that uncle write calligraphy yet."
The daughter looked up, somewhat puzzled.
Lin Zhou touched her hair, his tone revealing an unprecedented sense of relief and calm.
"It's nothing, it's just too noisy outside."
He picked up his daughter and walked towards the corridor.
"I've had enough of those empty titles. I want to spend some quiet time with you all now."
Old Chen emerged from the shadows, holding a thick plan that represented the Lin Group's strategy for the next ten years.
"Young Master, some old foxes on Wall Street want to ask you about the investment trends for next quarter..."
Lin Zhou didn't even turn his head, but simply uttered a few words.
"Let them wait."
"Or, let them go and calculate it themselves using the Book of Changes."
Old Chen was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Lin Zhou meant.
Lin Zhou no longer needs to prove anything to anyone.
He simply wanted to dedicate the rest of his time to the warmth within this small space.
"Qingge, is the zither tune ready?"
Lin Zhou called out to the figure in the pavilion.
Su Qingge turned around, her peach blossom eyes filled with a gentle smile.
"It's all set up. But, Director Lin, when are you planning to teach me how to fish?"
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, his steps becoming lighter than ever before.
"Fishing? That's much harder than making a movie."
"Young Master, several old friends in the capital wish to see you..."
"I declined, just saying I was busy."
"What are you busy with?"
"Busy retiring."