"Wait wait wait!" Chu Yang hurriedly stopped the little guy from talking.
"What's wrong?" The little guy bobbed his head in a self-satisfied manner.
"What do you mean? Why didn't I understand anything you said?" Chu Yang frowned and added, "I understood the first sentence. However, for singing satires on Confucian ideals… what do you mean? Singing satires… what songs are these? Confucian ideals… what are these? A hill full of holes? Furthermore… this Tower of Yellow Storks… where is it?"
The little guy broke down. He stared at Chu Yang, speechless. "Such ancient famous sentences… I really have nothing to say to you…"
Chu Yang touched his nose and thought, 'Have I made a fool of myself?'
He could only change the topic of conversation. "What is your second condition?"