Chapter 87 Communication

This was a young captain, clutching paper and pen, his expression one of utter agony, as if wanting to cry but finding no tears.

Wang Hu was almost choking with anger. He probably wanted to curse, but after glancing at the aliens, he smiled and said in a tough-love tone, "You useless wretch, ungrateful offspring, why didn't you take the opportunity to learn properly from your father!"

"If I had known earlier, I, I would've learned it even if it killed me..."

Just then, the political commissar rushed over.

"Quick, Professor Liu, this is Professor Liu who teaches foreign languages, he knows several languages!"

Wang Hu was about to explode again. Tilting his head, he said, "What's the use of knowing several languages! Can he speak the aliens' language? You should've invited an expert in ancient Chinese!"

Professor Liu, who was in his fifties, stared blankly at the alien, as if he hadn't heard Wang Hu's words. But soon, he slapped his hand and said, "Simple!"