340: Chapter 339 In ancient times there was the dream of the Yellow Millet, now Lin Mo has three dreams!

Facing the expectant gaze of Chief Designer Bai Yannian, Lin Mo nodded gently.

Just as he was about to take a step, he subconsciously looked forward, gazing at the vast sea of people filling Zijin Gate Square.

For some reason, Lin Mo, who had always prided himself on being unflappable, felt his heart rate begin to accelerate.

Seeing that Lin Mo had suddenly stopped moving, Chief Designer Bai Yannian chuckled inwardly.

Ordinarily, this kid, Lin Mo, was only in his twenties—two years younger than his own granddaughter—yet circumstances had forced him to spend his days interacting with high-ranking Chinese officials in their sixties and seventies.

While he had become much more composed over time, he was still a young man at heart; it was impossible not to feel nervous when speaking to the entire Chinese population on such a momentous occasion for the first time.

Soon, under the direction of the on-site security personnel, Zijin Gate Square, which had been filled with cheers, quickly returned to silence.

"Go ahead, our China's greatest hero!" Chief Designer Bai Yannian encouraged with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo hesitated no longer; he took a few firm steps forward and stood straight before the standing microphone.

At this moment, the cameras positioned around the square began to zoom in and focus, and the handsome face of Lin Mo appeared in the center of the live broadcast.

Countless Chinese citizens were glued to their screens, filled with anticipation for the first nationwide public address by this incredibly young, great, and outstanding figure of the new era.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, faced the camera directly in front of him, and said loudly with a smile.

"My dear Chinese compatriots!"

"Good afternoon, everyone!"

"First, please allow me to respond to and clarify a rumor!"

"I, Lin Mo!"

"Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin!"

"Just like all of you, I am a child of China, a descendant of Yan and Huang, and a successor of the dragon!"

"I am absolutely not an alien!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zijin Gate Square erupted in laughter and cheers; even the most stern-faced people couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Over the past few months, the Eagle Nation, in order to strike at the two biggest "thorns in their side," Professor Ai Chongfeng and Lin Mo, had mobilized various Western media outlets to frantically smear the master and his disciple.

Among them, The New York Times was particularly serious, specially inviting a well-known Nobel Prize-winning astrophysicist to give testimony in the form of an interview.

At the time, this astrophysicist asserted with certainty that Professor Ai Chongfeng and Lin Mo were either frontline scouts sent to Earth by an alien civilization or human traitors who had defected to an alien civilization!

They were developing military technology on Earth on a massive scale, specifically to break the current stable international situation, spark a conflict that would lead to a full-scale nuclear war, destroy the vast majority of humanity on Earth, and pave the way for the arrival of the alien civilization's formal vanguard army years later, finally colonizing Earth!

The reason given by this astrophysicist was very simple and sounded quite convincing.

If a human scientist wants to lead a team to develop a breakthrough in Science, shouldn't they at least follow the most basic theorems?

Yet, the incredible military technology developed by Professor Ai Chongfeng and Lin Mo completely ignored Science and theorems!

To achieve such a technological ascent trajectory that completely defied the laws of historical development, there was only one possibility: they had received help from an alien civilization!

Regarding this, the astrophysicist even swore that since an alien civilization could not trust two Earthlings for no reason, one of them, Professor Ai Chongfeng or Lin Mo, must be a real alien, and Lin Mo was the most likely candidate!

Because this argument was so absurd, some Chinese state media outlets translated and reposted the article on Chinese social media platforms, wanting to show the Chinese people a joke.

But unexpectedly, these Chinese state media outlets seemed to have overestimated the intelligence of some people and underestimated the number of "five-hundred-thousand" agents in the country at the time.

With the encouragement of certain people with ulterior motives, this reposted report from foreign media was quickly and frantically shared by netizens.

Many people who didn't use their brains, adopting the attitude of "If you dare to repost it, I dare to believe it," immediately believed it without question.

Even more absurdly, a clever "five-hundred-thousand" agent suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a bizarre scheme.

"...Forward the state media report about Lin Mo being an alien to three WeChat groups to pray for humanity on Earth, and you can receive 500 Chinese Yuan in your WeChat wallet..."

Once this WeChat message was sent out, it quickly spread like a virus through major WeChat groups; even Lin Mo received dozens of them in his own WeChat, leaving him speechless.

Those state media outlets that had reposted the foreign article realized something was wrong and hurriedly took down their previous posts.

This baffling maneuver only served to exacerbate the farce.

For a time, the claim that Lin Mo was an alien was rampant.

It wasn't until major authoritative state media outlets like CCTV, China Net, and Xinhua Net issued solemn statements, and the police arrested several "five-hundred-thousand" agents and announced them to the nation as cautionary examples, that the "alien" incident finally began to subside.

At this very moment, that nationwide farce, which had left a deep impression on the Chinese people, was recounted by Lin Mo himself in a self-deprecating manner, instantly bridging the gap between him and the audience.

It was also at this moment that everyone's favorability toward Lin Mo increased significantly.

Normally, for a Chinese leader in such a solemn and grave setting to use a self-deprecating joke as an opening, while down-to-earth, would be considered inappropriate.

Especially since Lin Mo was a young man in his early twenties, it could easily leave an impression of unreliability.

However, when Lin Mo actually did it, not only did people not feel it was frivolous, but they instead felt a sense of vitality, sharpness, and pride!

Many people even felt from the bottom of their hearts that this was how he should be, how the Chinese people should be, and how the new China, standing proudly at the pinnacle of Earth, should be!

In the area behind the awards podium, Chief Designer Bai Yannian shook his head with a smile; he had been worried that this kid wouldn't be able to control the scene, but it seemed that worry was unnecessary.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, the voice of Lin Mo sounded again.

"Although I, Lin Mo, am not an alien, I do indeed have a secret!"

"A secret that belongs only to our Chinese nation!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the excitement in the square quickly cooled down.

At the very front of the viewing area, the high-ranking Chinese officials and honorary academicians sitting in their seats straightened their postures abruptly upon hearing this sentence from Lin Mo; they looked at each other, and all saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

On the awards podium, seeing the scene quickly quiet down, Lin Mo smiled faintly, organized his thoughts for a moment, and continued to speak.

"In China, we have had the legend of the 'Dream of the Yellow Millet' passed down since ancient times; everyone should be familiar with it."

"Today, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce to everyone!"

"The three dreams of Lin Mo!"