Chapter 115: Was It Right or Wrong After All?

Standing on the stage, Zhao Siyen nodded gracefully to the interpreter and Mr. Okamoto, displaying not the slightest hint of nervousness.

Seeing her composed and confident demeanor, the interpreter felt somewhat perplexed.

She instinctively glanced at Mr. Okamoto, only to find his gaze fixed on a young man in the audience.

Following the interpreter’s glance, she saw that the person Mr. Okamoto was looking at was the companion who had just stood beside the young lady on stage.

Steeling herself, the interpreter smiled at Zhao Siyen and asked, "Miss, are you ready to answer the question now?"

Zhao Siyen nodded calmly and replied, "Of course. Haven’t I been waiting for you?"

The interpreter gestured politely, "Then please tell everyone, which generation is the current Honda Accord series? Also, could you briefly explain some of its technical features?"

Zhao Siyen gave a soft “hmm” and proceeded to recite exactly what Zhao Guoyang had just taught her.

"The Accord series started from the first generation in the mid-1970s. This year marks the fourth generation, and its core technologies..."

As she spoke, she occasionally glanced down at Zhao Guoyang standing below.

Seeing Zhao Guoyang giving her a thumbs-up, she felt a secret thrill—her memory had served her well, faithfully repeating his words.

When Zhao Siyen finished speaking eloquently, the crowd gathered around couldn’t help but murmur among themselves.

Most people had only heard of the Honda brand without truly understanding it, so when Mr. Okamoto posed such a challenging question, many were unsure how to respond.

But ignorance did not mean they lacked judgment.

Those attending the auto show were of a certain caliber; many were domestic elites with some knowledge of automobiles.

To them, Zhao Siyen’s words were closely tied to vehicle performance and were by no means empty talk or nonsense.

With this realization, the crowd’s gaze toward Zhao Siyen shifted noticeably. At this moment, no one doubted that her answer to the earlier question was a mere guess.

Compared to the onlookers, Li Kejian, Ji Zhongxuan, and several leaders nearby were even more aware of the situation.

After Zhao Siyen finished answering, Li Kejian was stunned, almost at a loss for words. Even when Ji Zhongxuan lightly nudged him, he didn’t respond.

Seeing Li’s dazed expression, Mayor Huang felt a surge of excitement.

He knew it was because the girl had answered the question correctly, leaving Li so astonished.

Mayor Huang stopped Director Fang, who was about to remind Li, and chuckled, "Director Fang, let Old Li think it over. There’s no rush."

After half a minute of daze, Li Kejian finally came back to himself.

Ji Zhongxuan, unable to contain his curiosity, lowered his voice and asked, "Old Li, what’s going on? Was that girl’s answer right?"

Li shot Ji a glance and grumbled, "Old Ji, you’re an expert in mechanical and electrical engineering, so you shouldn’t be clueless about cars either, right? Do you lack that basic judgment?"

Before Ji could reply, Li continued, "What the girl said was absolutely correct. The core technologies of the new Accord model are indeed 4WS and SRS. This was clearly pointed out in a recent article in World Vehicle Weekly."

"As for the part about the ‘application of a secondary balance shaft engine,’ that’s the first time I’ve heard of it, so I can’t comment on its accuracy..."

Hearing this, Huang Zhigang, Fang Xuesen, and Ji Zhongxuan exchanged incredulous looks.

Wang Ziqing and Liang Xiaofeng, who followed the dignitaries, stared at each other wide-eyed and utterly bewildered.

“Could it be that Zhao Guoyang has read World Vehicle Weekly?” Mayor Huang murmured.

Li Kejian shook his head, "Mayor Huang, that’s almost impossible. You might not know, but World Vehicle Weekly is only accessible to members of the World Vehicle Research Association."

"The threshold is quite high. In our country, only I and Vice President Ma Botao of Huaqing University are members, and as far as I know, Old Ma has no relatives or friends named Zhao..."

"Vice President Ma?" Fang Xuesen interjected, "If it were him, it wouldn’t be surprising. He is also an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and a top expert in vehicle engineering domestically. Besides you, Old Li, only Vice President Ma qualifies."

Hearing Director Fang’s explanation, Mayor Huang grew more puzzled. "Could Zhao Guoyang be Vice President Ma’s student? But that can’t be—he just graduated and has already started working!"

While these dignitaries were deep in thought, the interpreter on stage was completely dumbfounded.

When Mr. Okamoto had just revealed the correct answer, she had been thinking no one present could answer the question on the spot.

Who would have thought that this delicate young lady would answer it effortlessly without batting an eye, shattering the interpreter’s prepared remarks instantly.

Another point that baffled the interpreter was that Mr. Okamoto’s correct answer only included the first two points Zhao Siyen mentioned—4WS and SRS—without the last one about the secondary balance shaft engine.

So was the additional point Zhao had added right or wrong?

Pondering this, the interpreter instinctively looked to Mr. Okamoto for guidance, only to find his expression as bewildered as her own.

Seeing this, the interpreter began to suspect that Zhao Siyen’s answer was quite close to the truth.

Zhao Siyen, realizing that her response had silenced both the interpreter and the mustachioed gentleman, secretly smiled to herself.

Her mind wandered with curiosity—who exactly was Zhao Guoyang? How did he seem to know and understand everything?

But her purpose for coming on stage was simple: to claim another exquisite brooch.

Now that she had answered the question, Zhao Siyen naturally wanted to quickly collect her gift and leave, so as not to delay the rest of the event.

However, after her answer, neither the interpreter nor the mustachioed man made any move or comment, which made her grow somewhat impatient.