MTL - After Waking up Beside the Villain-Chapter 170 Wear to the top 14 rights of "Pear Garden of the Republic of China"...

This moment is very short, and it seems to be extremely long and painful.

Chu Yunsheng saw the editor who leaned over to read out the contents of the telegram and took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and his cheeks were clenched tightly, as if trying to restrain his trembling muscles.

But the patience soon crumbled.

"The Orientals are extremely shameless!"

"Is this news true or false?"

"How can it be fake, the news from Peiping, you read the telegram down, saying that this matter in Peiping has already resorted to newspapers!"

"Wenhe, you studied in Dongyang, tell me, how could Dongyang do such despicable things!"

"How can this be true!"

"Such unreasonable demands must not be accepted! The meeting is not over yet, there may be a turning point, as long as the delegation's attitude is firm..."

"I'm afraid it won't help if the delegation is firm. Didn't you read what the telegram said? It is very likely that refusal is invalid, and protest is invalid! The situation in our country is such that the delegation just went to Europe a few months ago. If you joke about your own people, you are not single-minded, so what are you fighting for!"

"Can't we just sit still?"

"Mr. Fang!"

In the fierce quarrel and indignation in the editorial department, a pair of eyes turned to Fang Jiming, he is the editor-in-chief of the Oriental Daily and a patriotic intellectual with great influence in all walks of life.

Fang Jimeing had stood up at some point, he opened his mouth under the gaze of one after another, and only said: "Bring the telegram."

The editor holding the telegram hurried over and handed the wrinkled telegram to Fang Jiming.

Fang Jiming had put the paper with the antibiotic effect on the table upside down. He took the telegram and read it word by word. It was only a few lines. But after watching for a long time, when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "This is a telegram from Mr. Song Yongnian."

A very young editor said in a daze: "That's really true... But Mr. Fang, aren't we victorious in the European war?"

Another editor said: "How can there be so much truth to say about the matter of power and power!"

Suddenly, the editorial department was quiet again.

Chu Yunsheng's eyes swept over these editors.

He still remembered that just a few minutes ago, when he and Yu Jingzhi had just walked in here, the young faces were still full of vigorous new spirits, as if they were all over the place. All have inexhaustible energy, to pay for those things that progress, to burn their youth and strength.

But at this moment, these faces are all dimmed, like the fire will go out, the wind is dying.

But at this time, this confusion and powerlessness is still true.

They can't predict the future, and they don't know whether it is the bottomless deep sea or the bridge to the new world.

"The original front page was removed."

The telegram in Fang Jiming's hand was shot on the table.

He sat down again, tore off the manuscript paper that was almost full before, picked up the pen, and began to write hard.

At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the editorial department.

Chu Yunsheng looked up, but saw that the person who came was Zheng Yuansheng, who was in a hurry and only wore a shirt and forgot to bring a coat. He also had a telegram in his hand.

As soon as he entered the door and saw the atmosphere, he knew that the Oriental News had also received news.

Zheng Yuansheng saw that Fang Jiming was writing an article, so he stood aside and didn't immediately interrupt.

Fang Jiming was writing with the fire burning in his chest. He didn't write long, only a few hundred words before he stopped writing. The handwriting is full of paper, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

"Mr. Fang, I have something to tell you." Zheng Yuansheng said.

Fang Jiming glanced at Zheng Yuansheng, handed the article to an editor, and opened a door next to it. Inside was a small lounge in the editorial department with two beds. And some tables and chairs, editors are often busy until late at night, so they stay here.

No one invited Yu Jingzhi, but Yu Jingzhi still followed him out of sight. Seeing this, Chu Yunsheng naturally followed.

The four entered the lounge, and Zheng Yuansheng went straight to the point: "Mr. Fang, you know the news from Europe, are you still unmoved?"

Fang Jiming sat in a chair with a heavy face, and asked instead, "Far away, the European conference is still three months away, do you think there is still room for recovery?"

Zheng Yuansheng frowned and said hard: "It's difficult."

Our news is a day or two away, but you can see their reaction."

"Furthermore, it must have been premeditated for Toyo to make such a request. Our country... I'm afraid there is not so much power to speak."

At this time, there were some voices in the office across the door.

Zheng Yuansheng's words paused for a while, as if listening for a while, and then continued: "Maybe... let all the people know about this matter, and gather the power of 40 million people..."

Fang Jiming interrupted him: "It's not difficult, it's impossible."

Zheng Yuansheng froze, suddenly turned to look at Fang Jiming: "Mr. Fang—"

"Not to mention the voices of 40 million people, even if there are more, double, double, or a hundred times more, there will be no waves, at most, it will make Beiping firm. If you are determined, you refuse to sign. No more, it is impossible. Do you know why this is?"

Fang Jiming said: "How did you get the opium, how did the coalition forces come, how did the terms come, and how did the concession under your feet come from?"

"You really can't see through the situation at home and abroad?"

"Those axioms and justice, they don't tell us, do they really understand? No! They think we are unworthy!"

"I often think about it too, thinking about it when I sit, thinking about it when I lie down, thinking about writing articles, thinking about the future of China, thinking about the future of you young people. But I can't think of anything, Everything is like a road with no future."

"You always say in my ear, that the political and economic are not good, we must make a complete change, that we should learn from the foreigners step by step, we must reformism, one is extreme, the other is conservative. I've been scolding and changing, but it's not better, and I still don't know where it's going, and it's right or wrong."

Hearing this, Zheng Yuansheng stopped, and his expression became excited: "Mr. Fang, we can go wrong, but we can't help it! If you want to explore a path, fight for it, and shed blood for it. , I have never had the faith and courage to give everything, then Huaguo is truly defeated!"

Fang Jiming didn't say something about Zheng Yuansheng's position as usual, but sighed and said, "That's it."

He looked at Zheng Yuansheng and said slowly: "The concept of Oriental Daily will not change, but I am willing to support some causes. It is not for anything else, but I don't want to do this again in the future. In a meeting, I will see such a telegram again."

His eyes fell on Yu Jingzhi again.

"Mirror, I know what you want, and I can agree."

Chu Yunsheng followed Fang Jiming's gaze towards Yu Jingzhi.

From that telegram, the news of a thunderbolt came, Yu Jingzhi remained silent, frowning in deep thought.

In this kind of foreign affairs, his news will not be much faster than it is clear to them, so the shock and anger when he hears it is no different.

Chu Yunsheng could see the blue veins on the back of Yu Jingzhi's hand, and the tense and stiff waist at that moment. But Yu Jingzhi did not allow the anger to spread, nor did he feel powerless.

He is the type of person who will not give up even if there is only a faint hope.

What's more, compared to before, now he still has the changes brought about by Chu Yunsheng.

"Sir, things may not have reached the end." Yu Jingzhi, "Did you forget the piece of paper just now? We still have some chips, but I don't know if we can impress that. other countries at the conference."

Fang Jiming was stunned for a moment, and then there was some surprise and joy on his face: "In this case, there may be hope..."

Seeing the change in Fang Jiming's expression, Zheng Yuansheng was a little confused, but before he could ask, Fang Jiming continued: "However, the situation in the Northeast has deteriorated a lot in the past six months. I always feel uneasy. You showed me that piece of paper before, didn't you want to send it and the other medicines up north?"

"There shouldn't be many such things..."

Yu Jingzhi: "It will be mass-produced. Also, sir, you may have misunderstood, I don't plan to use antibiotics directly as a bargaining chip, but plan to use those proprietary Chinese medicines to try first. try."

Show your hole cards too early and you will only lose.

Speaking, Yu Jingzhi looked at Chu Yunsheng and asked for his opinion, after all, Chu Yunsheng is the master of the prescription.

Chu Yunsheng is naturally willing to do this, but he does not think that the outcome of that meeting will be changed too much due to those Chinese patent medicines or antibiotics. Maybe Yu Jingzhi also had this mental preparation, so he didn't take out antibiotics directly.

The war in Europe has stopped, but there is still artillery fire in Northeast China.

The Orientals entered the Northeast, and now they want to take the Qingzhou Peninsula, obviously they are preparing for the layout.

Even if Chinese patent medicines and antibiotics impress other countries, Dongyang will not sit still. As long as they don’t plan to give up the fat of Huaguo, they will definitely pay more benefits to regain other countries. State support.

.

A weak country has no justice, and a weak country has no diplomacy.

This is just not reasonable.

go."

When it came to Chinese patent medicine, Zheng Yuansheng showed a sudden realization, surprise and hope appeared in his eyes, and he didn't ask any more questions.

The conversation was over, Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi left the editorial office of Oriental Daily, which was much busier than before.

The car started slowly, Chu Yunsheng looked at the backward scenery outside the window, and suddenly said, "Has the arsenal been selected?"

Chu Yunsheng's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of gloom in his tone: "Make a decision as soon as possible."

As if reading Chu Yunsheng's meaning, Yu Jingzhi slowly closed his eyes, his slightly long hair fell, covering his eyebrows with a deep shadow.

In the next few days, Yu Jingzhi was busy again.

Chu Yunsheng moved from the hospital to a two-story house a few hundred meters away. The environment here is cleaner, and it is convenient for Yu Jingzhi to arrange some protection.

Oriental News and other major newspapers in Haicheng, Qiqi published the incident on the front page the day after the news came.

The whole city was in an uproar and the whole country shook.

The news of the student parade came from Peiping. Haicheng also erupted in countless shouts and appeals. Newspapers were printed out like snowflakes one by one. There were protests of strikes and class strikes, rallies, speeches and demonstrations.

Chu Yunsheng took a short distance from his residence to the hospital, and he could see groups of young people holding banners and shouting angrily.

I was also a little excited, smashing the restaurant and business of the oriental people, making the patrol room devastated. Some conflict incidents suddenly increased, and Chu Yunsheng's hospital was also overcrowded, and it was actually all young people.

Chu Yunsheng saw the student who was screaming while the nurse was treating the wound in the first floor consultation room. He was a frequent visitor in the hospital these days.

The gentle and older female nurse frowned, rubbed the medicine for him, and said: "It's a mess outside, just go to school, what assembly are you going to attend? This time someone fired a shot, The next time I can't say it is that someone shoots, how many lives do you have at such a young age?"

The student smiled and said: "It's a pity that there is only one life. If there is another one, I will also come to the stage to give a speech and protest!"

The nurse said: "Protest what?"

"Sister Xu, don't you know? Protest to sign!" said the student.

"I don't believe it."

The student said sternly: "I believe that everything will be fine. The world will be fine, the future will be fine, and China will be fine. But the good will not come just by sitting and waiting, someone always has to say Say something, do something. This is good, even if I can't see it, my son and grandson can see it sooner or later."

"I believe that in the future, everyone will be equal, peace and tranquility, and no one will look down on us!"

Speaking, the student who talked about himself so passionately looked at Chu Yunsheng who was passing by, smiled and asked, "Doctor Chu, do you believe it?"

Chu Yun paused, his voice calm and powerful: "I believe."

Coming to this intricate world, he knows that he also has too many limitations and powerlessness.

Faced with the wheel of the times, the change of the world, the future of the country, his or Yu Jingzhi's personal strength may be a man's arm blocking the vehicle and vulnerable.

However, they will never be alone.