"You can't even speak a foreign language? And you're proud of that?"
The young man in the suit withdrew his hand with a sullen expression, sat down with a flop, and said defiantly to Qin Yu.
"When I deal with people from Stick Nation, no matter what language I speak, even if it's an alien tongue, they will find a way to understand exactly what I mean!"
Qin Yu's skill at retorting was always excellent.
Especially in certain situations, he could make the other party cry.
Besides, what he said was true. Recently, in dealings with several people from Stick Nation, he spoke in Chinese, and they could only follow suit, struggling with their broken Chinese to communicate with him.
Just like a country that becomes powerful, others will actively learn your language to facilitate cooperation with you.
Not the other way around, where you have to learn their language—that's the behavior of the weak.
"You...."