“Hence, be it the empty fort strategy, or praying for the eastern wind, they are just artistic imaginations of the writers. This is not called history.” Zhang Ye’s words seemed to vaguely beat down on Ma Hengyuan, Teacher Xu and Editor Xu. He then said, “What if we use artistic works such as ‘Romance of the Three Kingdoms’ or plays of the Three Kingdoms as a basis to understand history? If we used the plot of these artistic works as lectures, or used them to analyze these historical figures, then it would be making things too trivial. Even the real image of the historical figure is something you don’t understand, so what can you analyze?”
Ma Hengyuan and company nearly cursed out!
Zhang Ye! Do you have no end to that? Who are you trying to beat upon?
Teacher Xu immediately stood up and shouted loudly, “What a load of crap! How can a young kid like yourself know any history!?”
The audience was startled. What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?
Hu Fei was also angered, “Stop the camera!” This scene was definitely not suitable for broadcasting.