Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 988: Mixed Up the Generations!

In order to instantly outshine Zuzi on the spot, Gu Shiyin was particularly diligent in her arrangements, personally contacting everyone, almost forgetting that she was only here today to serve as a liaison between Davis and the archaeology team.

Standing beside her, Yin Hu looked increasingly bewildered: "Miss Gu, do we really need to help Davis to such an extent?"

Gu Shiyin’s eyes immediately brimmed with unshed tears: "Brother Hu, are you, like Zuzi and Bai Fei, starting to maliciously speculate about me? Using national sentiment to morally coerce me?"

Seeing Yin Hu shake his head vigorously, looking utterly flustered as if she had seen through his thoughts, she chuckled lightly without revealing her emotions:

"Brother Hu, patriotism is important, but adherence to science and truth is even more so. Look, even a businessman like Nangong Mo, a big CEO, can remain clear-headed and rational, proposing a scientific method like isotope testing in the face of archaeological academia, instead of insisting like Zuzi and the others, who claim whose tomb it is with unverifiable, mysterious statements. Do you think Nangong Mo is also helping Dean Davis?"

Yin Hu had a splitting headache.

A person like Nangong Mo certainly didn’t care to pick sides, and couldn’t be bothered to even exchange glances with Davis.

It didn’t matter whether he was patriotic or not.

He genuinely seemed to be standing from a third-party position, objectively suggesting a method of testing.

So, Miss Gu, like Nangong Mo, isn’t unpatriotic, just rational and objective, right?

His mind was already convinced by Gu Shiyin.

But somewhere in his heart, for some reason, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Yin Hu awkwardly stood there, forcing himself to focus on the test results.

At this moment.

Feeling just as awkward and conflicted as Yin Hu was Bian Xiaohong, who was covertly filming with a phone in the side tomb chamber.

Her hands were entirely out of her control, wanting to stop filming and uploading yet entirely unable.

As if cursed, she continued filming with cold sweat breaking out.

When she saw the comments section buzzing with astonishment at the "goddess" opening the coffin, she felt like dying. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

It was by her own hands that she sent the person she disliked the most trending, placing them on a sacred pedestal in the eyes of netizens!

But when Nangong Mo proposed isotope testing, occasional doubts about the "goddess" emerged in the comments section, finally easing her mood a bit.

She stared at the isotope test results intently, praying a thousand times in her heart: Heavens, all spirits, quickly prove that Zuzi is talking nonsense, quickly let her be embarrassed in public. Whatever it takes to make this wish come true, I promise you anything!

While praying, she was suddenly startled by what seemed like a cold glimmer from Zuzi’s direction, then heard someone shouting loudly: "The isotope test results are out, synchronized domestically and abroad!"

Bai Fei shouted excitedly, like a proud wild swan with its neck outstretched: "See, the isotope test shows this iron axe is over thirty thousand years old!"

"Thirty thousand years," Feng Tang continued with a trembling voice, "Do you know what thirty thousand years means? The origin date of Ancient Greek mythology is less than ten thousand years ago! And you Westerners still dare to claim supremacy over the Empire?"

The archaeology team members were even more excited: "This means the iron axe completely matches the mythological era of Pangu. Pangu, Fu Xi, Nuwa, they were all gods from ten thousand years ago, and the artifacts they used should indeed date back tens of thousands of years."

"Western archaeological history has yet to unearth such ancient tombs; the Ancient Egyptian Pyramids date back 4,500 years and Ancient Greek tombs date back 3,500 years... And yet, just now, Davis had the cheek to call our tens of thousands of years old Fusang Tree a few thousand years old Western Bronze Divine Wood? Saying our Ancestor’s chariot, the Golden Crow, is your tiny Phoenix?"

"You’re messing up the generations, hey!"