Chapter 149 The Dishwasher Uncle Speaks Out, Tsinghua University Professor's Online Subversive

Mr. Wang was startled by the sudden reprimand.

His obese body trembled violently; for a moment, he had been completely stunned by the gaze of an old man washing vegetables.

The oppressive feeling, as if he were being ruthlessly looked down upon by someone who had long held a superior position, made him feel a tightness in his chest and even made it difficult to breathe.

But this moment of panic lasted for less than two seconds.

When Mr. Wang caught a glimpse of the rapidly increasing number of online viewers on his phone screen, his reason was once again overwhelmed by arrogance and vanity.

I am a big internet celebrity with millions of followers, and I can make waves on the internet!

Today I was actually yelled at in public by a poor old man who was washing dishes and picking vegetables in a run-down restaurant?

If this gets out, how will he ever be able to maintain his position in the online celebrity circle again!

"Old man, who are you yelling at with that lousy voice!"

Enraged, Mr. Wang's neck veins bulged, and even his large gold chain swayed wildly.

Instead of moving his foot, he deliberately lifted his heel and pressed it down hard on the bluish-gray stone slab twice.

The expensive leather soles rubbed against the stone surface, producing a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

"You're just a poor wretch hiding in the kitchen washing dishes and preparing vegetables, how dare you lecture me?"

Mr. Wang arrogantly raised his chin, and the spittle he spat out was clearly visible under the operating lights.

"All I did was step on that cheap rock you used as a stepping stone. What, was that rock made of gold or something?"

As he shouted, he reached for his designer handbag tucked under his arm, his face full of disdain for the working class.

"You've made a mess, haven't you? I've got plenty of money, I'll pay you back!"

"Is ten dollars enough? That's more than enough to buy this whole pile of junk stones!"

Lin Mo, standing at the kitchen door, made no attempt to stop them.

He leaned lazily against the wooden door frame, casually toying with the pure white towel in his hand.

The way they looked at President Wang was like watching a mediocre monkey show in a circus.

Lin Mo knew Wang Cunzun's temperament and background all too well. There was no need for him to personally intervene in the case of such an arrogant fool.

Faced with Mr. Wang's arrogant boasting, Wang Cunzun did not fly into a rage.

The old scholar was so angry he laughed.

He slowly loosened his dry fingers and gently placed the clean, distinctly green and white scallions into the colander beside him.

Then, on her faded old apron, she carefully and slowly dried every drop of water from her hands.

The old man's every movement was slow and deliberate, yet it exuded an extreme calm before the storm.

"A broken rock?"

Wang Cunsuan sneered, turned around, and walked slowly and steadily to President Wang.

Although the old man was thin and poorly dressed, he stood up straight and exuded an aura as unshakable as a towering mountain.

"The stone you're standing on is a fragment of a gold brick, specially made for the imperial family by the Suzhou imperial kiln during the Jiajing era of the Ming Dynasty!"

Wang Cun's voice wasn't loud, but it was resounding and echoed for a long time in the spacious and bright kitchen.

"This is the finest material used to pave the floor of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City."

The old man pointed to the glaring mud mark left by the leather shoe on the stone slab, his eyes filled with heartbroken anger.

"This thing has weathered hundreds of years of trials and tribulations; every line on it represents the profound weight of Chinese history!"

"You're telling me it's ten dollars?"

Wang Cunzhu suddenly raised his voice, his angry rebuke like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making Mr. Wang's eardrums ache.

"Don't even mention a mere ten dollars. Even if you sold that beat-up Maybach parked outside by the pound as scrap metal, you still couldn't compensate for even a fraction of the historical significance it carries!"

Mr. Wang was stunned by the shouting, and his ears were ringing.

What Jiajing era? What Suzhou imperial kiln? What gold bricks for the Hall of Supreme Harmony?

He's a nouveau riche who made his fortune by attracting attention online; he's completely uneducated and has no knowledge of these profound historical and cultural matters.

"Stop spreading these alarmist rumors!"

Mr. Wang swallowed hard, forcibly raising his voice in an attempt to cover up his inner timidity.

"You dare call a random piece of broken brick a royal antique? Your shabby shop not only sells high-tech gadgets, but you also dare to engage in antique fraud!"

He hurriedly raised his phone, trying to steer the live stream back to his forte: tantrums and tantrums.

"And that bowl of shredded cabbage from earlier!"

"It tastes strongly of meat, almost pungent, but looks like tap water. What else could it be but chemical flavorings?"

"Do you really think I'm some country bumpkin who's never tasted delicacies before, that you can fool me with just a bowl of water?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Cunzhen's eyes showed even greater contempt and pity.

"Country bumpkin? Calling you a country bumpkin is an insult to the word 'country bumpkin'."

The old man pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, his tone filled with deep sarcasm and disdain.

"That's a top-tier dish served at state banquets: boiled cabbage in clear broth!"

"Where do you think that crystal-clear soup, without a speck of oil, came from? Was it diluted with tap water?"

Wang Cun raised his hand and pointed to the several polished boning knives on the stainless steel tabletop.

"It's made with free-range old hens and ducks that have been raised for more than three years, along with the best Jinhua ham bones and top-grade dried scallops."

"Simmer over low heat for several hours to create the richest broth base."

"Then, use the back of a knife to finely pound the lean, tendon-free pork tenderloin and chicken breast into a paste as fine as hair."

"Pour it into the boiling broth in two or three batches to perform the extremely difficult 'sweeping the broth' process."

The old man's explanation was clear, logical, and professional, as if he were giving a high-level academic lecture, leaving everyone in awe.

"Finally, it is filtered repeatedly through the finest medical gauze to obtain a bowl of crystal-clear, yet incredibly delicious, premium clear broth!"

Wang Cundu looked down at President Wang, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were glazed over.

"This represents the pinnacle of skill in traditional Chinese cooking, demanding the highest levels of precision in controlling heat and knife work!"

"Your tongue, which is only fit to eat industrial waste packets, dares to comment on this refined craft?"

Mr. Wang was speechless after being rebuked, and stood rooted to the spot like a wooden stake.

His face turned bright red, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal for a long time.

Because he had indeed just drunk that sip of clear soup.

The indescribable, exquisite freshness that exploded in my mouth perfectly confirmed every word the old man had said.

But he cannot admit defeat, he absolutely cannot back down.

If he bows his head and admits his mistake here, his career as an internet celebrity will be over.

"Who...who do you think you are?!"

Mr. Wang began to employ his most adept rogue tactics, sticking his neck out high.

"You're just a vegetable-washing laborer, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty!"

"You're pretty good at reciting technical terms. Did your boss write a script for you beforehand to make the live stream more entertaining?"

Just as Mr. Wang was preparing to continue his sophistry and muddy the waters completely.

The comments on his phone screen suddenly underwent an extremely bizarre change.

The online trolls and haters who had previously joined him in making a fuss and cursing suddenly fell silent for some reason.

Instead, a dozen bold, bright, colorful bullet comments appeared, crashing onto the center of the screen like heavy bombs.

"Holy crap! Guys, stop arguing and look at the screen!"

"Take a close look at this man's face... doesn't he look strangely familiar?"

"I felt something was wrong just now, so I quickly went to look through my university course materials in my computer folder."

"Isn't that Professor Wang Zuncun, the head of the Architecture Department at Tsinghua University?!"

The moment this comment appeared, the entire live stream room, which had millions of viewers, exploded.

The power of millions of netizens searching for information is terrifying.

In less than half a minute, countless screenshots comparing and confirming identities flooded the screen with comments.

"It's definitely him! I just saw him on CCTV's 'Lecture Room' program last month, talking about the architectural aesthetics of the Forbidden City!"

"My God, that's a titan in the field of ancient architecture! A national-level treasure expert!"

"I found it! There's a photo of Professor Wang without a hat on Tsinghua University's official website, and even his thick-rimmed glasses are the exact same style!"

"Are you out of your mind? This world has truly gone mad! A prestigious professor from Tsinghua University, actually washing scallions in this tiny alleyway restaurant?!"

"And she's wearing a faded, tattered apron? Just who is this restaurant owner to be able to get this big shot to come?"

The sentiment in the comments section completely shifted at that moment, forming an irreversible torrent.

All attempts to question were utterly crushed into dust in the face of the words "Tsinghua University professor".

This is the ultimate dimensional reduction attack brought about by an absolute authority personally providing commentary.

You, a middle school dropout who relies on insults to gain attention, what gives you the right to question the professional assessment of an academic giant?

If people say it's a gold brick from the Ming Dynasty, then it's definitely a genuine Ming Dynasty gold brick!

Mr. Wang kept his head down, staring intently at the scrolling text on the screen.

His eyes widened and widened until his eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

The screen was filled with a dense line of "Hello Professor," "Greetings to Professor Wang," and "I worship the great one."

Even his die-hard fans who had always followed him announced on the spot that they were leaving the fandom and cutting ties with him.

"Mr. Wang, you've really messed with us this time. I'm backing out now, so we don't get banned as a result."

A muffled thud.

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Mr. Wang's mind.

His legs suddenly gave way, and he staggered back two large steps, his back slamming heavily against the stainless steel workbench.

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making his teeth chatter.

Cold sweat poured down his tight floral shirt like a waterfall.

Professor of Architecture at Tsinghua University.

The weight of those words is enough to crush this little internet celebrity who rose to fame through vulgar hype hundreds of times over.

He had just yelled at this revered academic giant.

He even shamelessly pulled out ten yuan, trying to force people to buy what they considered national treasures.

He even stepped on the Ming Dynasty royal gold bricks with his dirty shoe prints in front of millions of people.

Mr. Wang felt a sudden dizziness, and even breathing became difficult.

He raised his head with trembling hands and glanced at Lin Mo, who was still standing quietly by the door.

The young boss still had that laid-back, laid-back demeanor, not even changing his posture.

But in Mr. Wang's terrified eyes, Lin Mo was a terrifying demon king who was unfathomable and could control life and death.

What kind of terrifying background must a Tsinghua University professor have to be to willingly put on an old apron and wash vegetables in the kitchen?

Extreme fear completely shattered Mr. Wang's last shred of reason and pretense.

"I'm so sorry..."

He stammered out a few words, barely audible.

His voice trembled like a quail freezing in the dead of winter.

He didn't even have the courage to look up at Wang Cuncun's sharp eyes.

Mr. Wang suddenly turned around, abandoning even the expensive lighter that had fallen by the pool, and ran straight out.

Because he was running too fast and lost his way, he tripped as he stepped out of the threshold.

Its massive body lunged forward, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slabs of the courtyard with a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

But he couldn't care less about the excruciating pain coming from his kneecap.

It scrambled to its feet, tumbling and crawling, and ran wildly toward the gate of the courtyard house like a terrified stray dog.

"Oh my god..."

He now had only one thought in his mind: to escape this unfathomable and sinister courtyard immediately.

Run as far away as possible, and ideally never set foot in this alley again.

The camera in the live stream shook wildly because of his violent running and falling.

The image became blurry, leaving millions of viewers glued to their screens dizzy.

Mr. Wang rushed out of the dilapidated courtyard gate and stumbled into the deserted depths of Nanluoguxiang.

however.

Just as he stormed out the door, and the camera followed his movement with one last violent shake, that very second...

The live stream camera inadvertently swept across the wooden signboard hanging on the side of the courtyard gate.

The wooden sign looks very rustic, without any fancy modern decorations or carvings.

He simply used the purest, thickest ink to write four powerful characters: Lin's Restaurant.

The shot only flashed by.

It was so fast that it took less than 0.5 seconds.

The vast majority of netizens, overwhelmed by the shock, didn't even notice this fleeting background detail.

They were still frantically typing on their keyboards in the public chat, mocking President Wang's pathetic escape, which was even more pathetic than a dog's.

However, among this huge base of millions of onlookers...

He has a pair of deep, wise, and extremely sharp eyes.

The moment is frozen in time on the screen.