Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 977: Do Even the Western Heavenly Gods Call Her Ancestor?

Everyone watched Zuzi with bated breath.

Although they didn’t want to believe that this ancient tomb came from Western ancestors, they never expected that such a precious artifact, a carpet, could be called a "foot mat".

And the goddess Hera, revered by Western believers like Davis, was being referred to as "little girl"?

Was this woman a deity in her past life to dare speak like this?

Their perspectives seemed to have been turned completely upside down, and they had to tilt their heads to look at Zuzi.

"You, you’re talking nonsense! Do you think ignorant and foolish words like these can sway serious archaeological identification?!" Davis was so angry that steam seemed to rise off his head, and his face, previously darkened by smoke, turned even darker.

Gu Shiyin, in a soft and gentle voice, half-advised and half-provoked, said beside him, "Dean Davis, Zuzi is just a student. Don’t argue with juniors. Of course, your assessment is the most authoritative. Maybe you could connect with the International Archaeological Association on site and sign off on the assessment results..."

She was pushing Davis to quickly sign off responsibility for the assessment results, bringing in authoritative witnesses, to publicly disgrace Zuzi.

She couldn’t believe that with so many professionals present, they could be outmatched by a mere freshman?

Moreover, without Bao Gucheng around, what storm could Zuzi, lacking a backbone, possibly stir up?

Zuzi, you’ve jumped out today without thinking and will only become a joke!

Enduring his anger, Davis nodded, "Alright."

He knew how to prioritize, and at this moment, it was most important to finalize the fate of the ancient tomb, not waste time arguing.

Taking the signal booster brought by reporters, he dialed an international video call: "..."

Meanwhile, Zuzi, unhurriedly, raised her hand and instructed, "Xiao Feng, lift up this foot mat."

Xiao Feng?

Which Xiao Feng?

The archaeologists exchanged glances; none of them was named Feng.

Then they saw the elderly Feng Tang huffing and puffing as he ran over to Zuzi with utmost respect:

"Little Ancestor, have you forgotten, Xiao Feng lost a bet with you last time and now has changed his surname to Ma, just call me Xiao Ma."

Everyone: "..." My goodness, their worldview was shaken again, what kind of situation was this!

Zuzi’s red lips curved slightly as she chuckled, "Forget it, Xiao Feng sounds better. Let’s get to work."

"Aye!" Feng Tang enthusiastically agreed and immediately followed Zuzi’s instruction, lifting a corner of the carpet.

The crowd, dumbfounded by this string of outrageous actions, was left speechless.

But when they finally saw the line of ancient Roman letters woven in colorful threads on the back of the carpet, they couldn’t help but gasp: "This..."

Everyone quickly buried their heads in dictionaries.

These obscure ancient Roman letters were painstakingly translated to form a simple yet earth-shaking phrase—

"Respectfully offered to the Ancestor, may you have eternal blessings and peace. From Hera."

Heavens.

This carpet was offered by the goddess Hera to some Ancestor.

Who else could Hera call Ancestor?

Hera, already the wife of Zeus, a top-tier goddess in Western mythology, who else could she respectfully call Ancestor and personally weave a carpet to offer?

Someone with sharp eyes noticed a small golden illustration above the line of colorful ancient Roman letters.

Nine Phoenix-like birds soared in the clouds, pulling a golden glazed carriage, exuding a breathtaking aura.