"
"Medium-sized ethnic groups have certain cognition and a certain foundation. This situation of being neither good nor bad allows them to have divergent abilities, but they are not shackled by top-level academics; therefore, they often take the lead in research topics.
He has a special vision, but unfortunately, he has the vision but does not have the comprehensiveness of the research."
All in all, small groups lack awareness, and the products they bring are easy to miss.
The medium-sized group has vision and ideas, but no research methods; but their ideas can give top scholars inspiration.
Because of this experience, on the main display stand today, once a small group comes up with a product, or a medium-sized group comes up with a research topic, the plutocrats who are keen on "picking up leaks" will immediately smell it.
coming.
This can be seen from the reaction of the heat column.
Angel: "What about medium and large groups, or large groups?"
Sipolov: "They have everything. It's basically impossible to pick anything out of their hands. However, what is certain is that if medium and large ethnic groups and large ethnic groups come out to talk about research topics, the popularity column will definitely reach the top."
Sipolov does not need to explain this, Angel also understands why.
A bit of flesh from the teeth of the top ethnic group can become a heirloom for other ethnic groups.
However, it is a pity that, except for Pilusiu, none of the other medium-to-large-sized ethnic groups that have appeared have discussed any research topics.
As for the ethnic group standing at the top of the pyramid, they have not even taken the stage yet.
While Angel was chatting, there was a new wave of people on the main display stand.
And this time, the person on stage was a group of people who looked just like normal humans, but when he opened his mouth, Angel's whole body felt bad...
The charming beauty did not open her mouth when she spoke, but opened a cross-shaped flower directly from her head.
To put it simply, the front face directly split into four petals.
The cracked interior was filled with densely packed sharp teeth, which looked extremely terrifying, like...an alien.
"What kind of clan is this?" Angel turned to look at Sipolov.
Sipolov's inner fire flickered for a moment, as if he was scanning the image on the mirror, and he replied after half a second: "This is the Xiangxiang tribe on the Wanyou Forest."
"What?"
The Incense Clan... Angel had a vague impression of this, as he seemed to have heard Laplace mention it before.
But Wanyou Forest Number? What is this?
When Sipolov was about to answer, a voice sounded from the side:
"Wanyou Forest, similar to the Forbidden City, is a huge mirror world with countless ethnic groups, and the Xiangxiang tribe is one of them."
It was Luigi who spoke. He opened the door of the pumpkin house and walked out with the butler.
"However, the Wanyou Forest cruises around the White Sun Mirror Region all year round, like a flying boat, and is also called a mirror boat. That's why it has such a name."
After finishing speaking, Luigi curled his lips and commented from a subjective point of view: "The name is quite elegant, but the people who live in it are rougher than the last."
As soon as Luigi finished speaking, Laplace said silently in the psychic belt: "Ten years ago, Luigi went to perform on the Wanyou Forest. Although I don't know the process of his performance, I still remember that he was happy.
Go away in a hurry and yell back with curses."
Angel: "..." Laplace didn't need to explain, in fact, he probably guessed it.
What Luigi doesn't like is either that he can't perform, or that he doesn't like the performance. Now it sounds like it's the latter.
Luigi could also hear the words of Laplace in the Psychic Tether. He snorted and said: "They invited me to perform at the beginning, but I was fine when I played the piano. When I recited a poem, everyone dispersed.
Not to mention their artistic attainments, they don’t even know how to be polite.”
Laplace: "What tribe are all those who left?"
Luigi hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "...the Groove Fungi clan."
"The Groove Fungi are a group that cannot lie. When it comes to art, they can only say whether they like it or not. There is no third option." When Laplace said this, he glanced at Luigi.
"...That's because they don't understand appreciation." Luigi muttered in a low voice: "How can a group of mushroom people who only know how to spread spores know art?"
"Forget it, let's not talk about them. Aren't we talking about the Xiangxiang Clan now? Judging from past situations, they probably brought some special fragrant powder this time?"
Chapter completed!