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Since Zhang Cong discussed Marxist materialism with others last night, he had encountered
opposition from almost half of the group members. He knew that angering the masses was a terrible thing, but he still tried to
reason with them and present the facts as usual.

As a result, a group member interjected: "It's all Yuan Longping's fault. He's fed you too much, making you all
idle and bored."

Zhang Cong simply couldn't imagine how such a person could exist in the world. The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of strange things. Sure
enough, a group member named "Sharing Books, Sharing Life" uttered this sentence, which indeed
silenced everyone in the argument.

However, not long after, others retorted one by one, "What's it to you? Mind your own business.
Has Yuan Longping also fed you too much? Look how idle you are." "

It was only then that Zhang Cong realized the vast differences in people's thinking. His attempt to erase over a decade
of education through communication was virtually impossible, utterly delusional.

As a child, Zhang Cong had also had a bizarre idea: he wanted to sleep with every woman in the world,
have their children, and then abandon them.

Later, as he grew older, he realized how outrageous, absurd, and unrealistic that idea was, because
human energy is finite, and the so-called 'seven times a night' is nothing but self-comfort for men.

He actually experimented on himself then, a young
man , in the prime of his life with a strong sex drive, constantly craving a girlfriend to
relieve his pent-up desires. In a short period..." He was also very curious about what sex felt like.

During the time he was without a woman, he searched online, watched porn, read erotic novels, and learned how to masturbate.
He once had a record of masturbating three times in one day, leaving him so exhausted that his legs were weak and he could
barely　 . His glans was red and swollen, and urination was painful.

At this point, someone might argue that his physical condition wasn't good, that he didn't exercise, that he was just a
fat nerd who only went between the classroom and home all day, and that three times was already pretty good.

Admittedly, there's some truth to that. Everyone's physical condition is different. But men are always concerned about their image; even
if they're not good enough, they'll insist on saying they can make a girl feel like she's in heaven. Even if they only do it once or twice a night, they'll boast about being able to do it seven
times a night, making women beg for mercy. His back ached so much he could barely walk.

Just yesterday, he experienced something similar.

Zhang Cong was incredibly bored last night. With nowhere to kill time, he sent
a message　 .

Then a guy named "Amei" appeared. This person loved to boast, pretending to
know everything when he clearly knew nothing, starting with history, from whether Chinese civilization had five thousand years of history,
all the way　 to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Cong's two most hated dynasties were the Ming and the Qing, yet these two dynasties had a lot of fans,
perhaps because they were geographically close and historical records were abundant. If he had to rank these two dynasties, he especially disliked the Qing Dynasty,
particularly that old hag Cixi. When he flipped through his history books and saw that old hag, he was furious.

"Better to give to a friendly nation than to a domestic slave."

In that era, the Han Chinese had already been conquered; the Qing Dynasty replaced the Ming Dynasty, and the Tungusic
people, who ruled, trampled the Han Chinese underfoot
. Even after more than two hundred years, in the eyes of Empress Dowager Cixi and the Qing nobles, the Han Chinese were nothing more than their pet dogs—no, even less than dogs. They were slaves. When
other foreign tribes invaded and threatened their regime, their first thought was to prevent the Han Chinese
from rising again　 , even if it meant surrendering their own empire.

What kind of mentality was this? Zhang Cong had pondered this question for many years but still couldn't understand it.
They could swallow such humiliating and degrading treaties, yet they couldn't allow the Han Chinese, a
people to stand up. "Get up!" This narrow-minded nationalism was prevalent then, and still is now!

Zhang Cong recalled a ridiculous thought from his past. Back then, he was in junior high school and knew all too well that sleeping with
every woman in the world as a child was no longer an option. If he knew about the inherent stench of Africans, I think he would definitely
feel ashamed of his past self.

This isn't to say he was discriminatory; it's just that he's a bit of a germaphobe. Even
the smell from under the armpits of teenage girls made him want to vomit, let alone the natural stench of Africans.

So sometimes he couldn't understand why girls in Guangzhou liked black men. Did they truly love their
masculinity , or did they simply want to try foreign hot dogs? Compared to the small stature of Chinese men, they
were indeed big and thick enough. In terms of sheer strength, Chinese men have finally gained some ground in this area,
enough to prevent Chinese women from looking down on their own countrymen.

Zhang Cong knew his thinking was superficial; he wasn't racist, but he still held a narrow-minded
view of ethnicity and had his own opinions. He didn't want to see, at least not in his lifetime, that Black people were
everywhere in China.

He couldn't bear to see his compatriots being overrun by Black people, nor did he want to see their descendants, Black
people, growing larger and larger, eventually driving out all the Asians. Zhang Cong had this concern, and it was somewhat of
an overreaction　 .

That day, he took the bus to Baiyun and found there were a lot of Black people there. Compared to African women, he somewhat
disliked "niggers" (Black people in general). Zhang Cong knew that term was a bit vulgar. They paraded through the streets, each with a Chinese girl in their arms. He
felt a surge of resentment. The thought of those Chinese girls succumbing to the lecherous thugs with their large, black penises, enjoying themselves to the point of death,
filled him with self-reproach for his compatriots' lack of self-control in this regard. Heavens!

Zhang Cong still harbored a fondness for African women. He had encountered them on the subway more than once
; they wore heavy cologne, and the fragrance was almost overwhelming. Yet, when he saw their
beautiful eyelashes and sensual lips, his lower body began to stir.

He knew his lust had been aroused by African women, and he longed to take them right there and then. He even considered imitating the perverted practices
of Japan , sincerely filming videos of those subway perverts to replicate their actions. But alas, the subway in Guangzhou...
There were too many people around, making it difficult to make a move. Besides, you wouldn't even have a chance to unzip your pants and pull out your penis.

By middle school, he had his own ideas. He went from wanting to sleep with women all over the world to only sleeping with
Chinese women—one from each ethnic group, exactly fifty-six in total. How amazing that would be! But then he
learned that Hui women didn't like marrying Han men and especially disliked eating pork. Girls from other ethnic groups
also didn't want any contact with Han men.

Zhang Cong began to lose heart. Now, online, chatting with a group of strangers, he talked about his most
interesting　 topic, asking a guy named Amei.

"Tell me, why has it taken so long for China to produce only one or two Nobel laureates? Admittedly, whether or not they win a Nobel Prize
isn't the key issue. The real question is, have you noticed a problem with China's adherence to Marxism, especially
the influence of materialist theory?"

To everyone's surprise, A-Mei retorted, "You're oversimplifying Marx, and
talking　 is exhausting."

"Uh," Zhang Cong typed a single word in astonishment, then explained, "Don't give me that nonsense. I
'm just asking you, guided by Marx's scientific theories and materialist thought, why hasn't any decent
scientific achievement　 emerged?"

"How do you know no? Professor Tu won the prize for bioengineering."

"Are you sure it's because she only relied on Marx's materialist theory and didn't
incorporate anything else, like utopianism or idealism?"

"You kid, you don't understand anything, yet you dare to spout Marxist theory. Who do you think you are?" A-Mei was
clearly　 annoyed and embarrassed.

Zhang Cong disagreed and continued typing, "If we follow Marx's materialist theory, perhaps nothing worthwhile
would even exist. Great scientists like Einstein, for example, believed in
Mach's idealism, as would the physicist who proposed 'Cai Ding'e's cat.' Of course, I want to
clarify that the famous 'Cai Ding'e's cat' experiment was originally proposed to oppose a certain school of thought. The reason I
'm using this as evidence is simply because, according to Marx's theory, materialism relies on objective existence and
does not allow idealistic ideas; it's impossible for such ideas to exist. That's why idealists would propose such ideas—
because they dare to think about anything and are willing to think about it, unlike the rigid materialism that insists on real existence and
prohibits empty speculation, demanding a pragmatic approach."

"I think Marx definitely has an anti-human element. Engels said that
the emergence is what drives human progress and the birth of civilization, but he insisted on abolishing private ownership, eliminating exploitation, and achieving
true equality for humanity. Don't you think he's the greatest utopian thinker?"

Someone in the group continued to grumble, and then someone jumped up, "Looks like Yuan Longping really fed you too much.
Without Marxism, you wouldn't exist."

"Uh...??????"

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