All the guests in the audience looked moved and did not dare to speak.
Some people are vaguely unhappy.
Mr. Feng's words are not loud, but he is very powerful. The first sentence of his opening sentence is intended to be a slap in the face and explode in the hearts of the Chinese people.
The scene was very quiet, even Gui Lao maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, quietly holding his glass and listening to Mr. Feng's words.
It's rude to interrupt Mr. Feng's speech, but what Mr. Feng did during the Japanese occupation is something that even ghost guys respect!
Salena stepped forward and squatted beside Mr. Feng's chair, took out a microphone, and gently pinned it to Mr. Feng's collar.
Mr. Feng said quietly into the microphone: "The best way to eliminate a nation is not to kill them all, but to destroy the culture of a nation. During World War II, millions of Chinese compatriots died on the battlefield. Why can we still stand in Hong Kong?" On the island’s land?”
"Because we still inherit Chinese culture, and for the inheritance of Chinese culture, even if someone wants to kill me, I will still cross the sea!"
"Mr. Feng, who wants to kill you?" There was a commotion in the audience, and someone else said: "But education reform does not mean cutting off culture, it just removes the dross, which is more conducive to the development of civilization on Hong Kong Island."
Mr. Feng looked at her and said with a smile: "Well said, taking the essence and discarding the dross is what every nation must do if it wants to make progress, but what is the essence? What is the dross?"
"This can only be decided by the Chinese! Not by the British!"
As soon as Mr. Feng appeared at the reception, he immediately got down to business!
In a few words, there is a quarrel of words, a theoretical debate, and no smoke of gunfire, but it is more bloody than the gunfire, and it will cause disaster for thousands of years, killing people invisible.
A Chinese young man immediately raised his hand, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Feng, Zhang Youming, a latecomer, is the director of my father Shenghai Group and is currently the section chief of the Education Bureau..."
"I think your ideas are a bit narrow-minded."
"Why so narrow-minded?"
Mr. Feng looked at him with a smile.
The young man raised his hand and replied calmly: "The Japanese occupation period was different from the British government. I have heard about your deeds and have deep admiration for you."
"But times have changed. It is now a trend to promote world exchanges. Hong Kong Island's economy and the lives of Hong Kong Island residents have also improved under the leadership of the British government. Don't you think that perhaps education reform is another good thing?"
"It can make Hong Kong Island's economy better in the future."
"Oh?" Mr. Feng said warmly: "What's the difference between the Japanese occupation period and the British government? They were both colonial governments, but one could rent for a hundred years and the other couldn't. Naturally, two policies were adopted."
"You think you are good, but in fact, what you think is not important... The improvement of Hong Kong Island's economy and people's lives is, firstly, due to the united resistance and hard work of the Chinese on Hong Kong Island, and secondly, due to the improvement of modern productivity, the British government needs to create Taxation, thirdly, because of Hong Kong Island’s excellent natural port advantages and its geographical advantage of containing the mainland.”
“There is nothing that is not owned by us Chinese, and there is nothing that is not created by us.”
Mr. Feng gave clear instructions: "Young man, the person who made you ten yuan and gave you one yuan back is not an ancestor, but a robber!"
"FUCK!" A ghost guy smashed the cup and was very angry.
He raised his hands and cursed: "Without the decrees, education, and technology of the imperial government, how can Hong Kong Island develop? Ignorant East Asian idiots!"
A Chinese guest turned to glare at him with very angry eyes. Zhuang Shikai glanced at the soldiers below on the stage. Several security guards immediately started to move and quietly approached the ghost man, but Mr. Feng was very angry. Calmly, he said with the usual disdain: "This is the logic of a gangster! I tied you in shackles and said I was giving you a dream."
"Whatever you can give us, we can make on our own! What you don't teach us, we can learn on our own! We don't need you, can you leave our land?"
Mr. Feng looked at Gui Lao: "As for the laws you mentioned, of all the laws that are beneficial to the Chinese people in Hong Kong Island, which one was not obtained with the blood of the Chinese people in Hong Kong Island?"
"You want to change education? Have you asked those dead Chinese in Kowloon, the New Territories, and others whether they will agree!"
"And you were born in Hong Kong Island, have you ever asked your parents? Do you still remember who your parents are!"
The Hong Kong Chinese people in the audience were silent. The ghost guy who insulted Mr. Feng rushed to the stage and wanted to attack Mr. Feng, but was dragged down by several security police officers.
No matter they were Chinese or ghosts, no one spoke, and no one paid attention to him.
Mr. Feng named someone in the audience and asked: "Li Shixian!"
"Do you still remember the bomb that fell on the school?" (Recite the text)
A middle-aged man raised his hands and said, "Teacher Feng, I will never forget you!"
"That bomb didn't kill you."
"Did it blow up your spine?" Mr. Feng asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man immediately became ashamed, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, teacher."
Mr. Feng did not look at him again, but looked at another person and asked: "Chen Tianyi, you said that when you grow up, you want to serve the motherland and rejuvenate the nation. You have no chance to complete it. Do you hope that your children will not have the chance?"
"Or do you wish you had a different country?"
A swinger with a vicissitudes of life clenched his fists, lowered his head, and replied softly: "No... I still have a chance."
Mr. Feng did not name anyone else, or a few powerful words were enough. No amount of weak arguments would be in vain. She just looked at the crowd and said: "You don't have to learn English to be a ghost. You also have the reform plan." You know, it depends on you whether you want all your offspring to be useless. Maybe you can change your nationality when you immigrate, but you can't change your skin color or your Yanhuang bloodline..."
"Xiao Zheng is dead. I want to tell everyone her last words before her death. There is warmth and light. You are fireflies, sparks and prairie fires."
The atmosphere at the scene became solemn.
A famous politician and representative put down his glass and turned around to leave.
They don't fit in here anymore.
But a Chinese man raised his chest and raised his head, looking forward.
They stand straight!
"If you are willing to fight for the next 50 years for the Chinese people in Hong Kong, Mr. Zhuang and I will always support you. Although I can only support you mentally, Mr. Zhuang will ensure your safety..."
"Mr. Zhuang has already done this." Mr. Feng turned to look at Zhuang Shikai behind him.
Then he turned back to everyone and said, "Please support Zhuang Sheng."
"Poof!"
A gunshot.
In a dark factory.
Chen Jiaju's face was covered with blood. He held the gun with both hands and pointed the shotgun at the corpse's head. He clicked the barrel of the gun and fired another shot: "Pfft!"
A shotgun blast exploded and penetrated deep into the ground. The head of the corpse exploded and the flesh and blood were blurred. Splattered blood also spilled on his face.
Chen Jiaju put down his gun and exhaled: "It's finally over!"
Among the twelve groups in this operation, only Chen Jiaju has the most difficult target to deal with! It can be said that he has experienced a fierce battle!
"The dust has settled." Zhuang Shikai looked at the Chinese bureaucrats and educators in the audience who raised their wine glasses, feeling completely relaxed.
I saw more than two hundred Chinese bureaucrats, dressed in suits, quietly raising glasses.
This scene is quiet yet inspiring!
Not only the fifty-three people on the list who are needed, but also other Chinese people who are not needed and have no positions are willing to shine and contribute to the future of Hong Kong Island at this moment!
At this time, Salena walked up to the main stage with a champagne glass and handed it to Zhuang Shikai at the right time. Zhuang Shikai reached out to take the champagne glass and raised it to hundreds of people: "Thank you for your support."
He drank a glass of champagne with his head held high.
Hundreds of people downed glasses of champagne.
There was a smile on Mr. Feng's face. Although there was no loud shouting or overwhelming voice, at this moment, the Chinese in the education sector on Hong Kong Island were completely united. He has seen the national soul!
Only the national soul is valuable, and only when it is carried forward can China truly make progress. Only then will Hong Kong Island truly make progress.
A few die-hard resisters quietly left the venue in a quiet and solemn atmosphere.
The names of these people were recorded.
Zhuang Shikai returned the clean champagne glass to Salena, then pushed Mr. Feng's wheelchair and left...
Although the cocktail party has not ended yet, the main business has been finished.
The guests put the champagne glasses back on the table in order, a few took some food, and most of the others left immediately.
Le Huizhen looked at the picture in the camera, raised her head, and looked at the back from a distance...
This news is going viral!
This videotape will become a valuable historical document!
"Sir Zhuang!" Late at night, the cocktail party dispersed, but the turmoil in the education sector caused many people to lose sleep. The consequences of the cocktail party will soon make the Hong Kong Island government powerless!
Zhuang Shikai accompanied Mr. Feng back to the mountaintop courtyard. After asking Mr. Feng to rest, he turned and left.
Zeng Xiangrong was wearing a suit and holding a document in his hand.
He is a dignified senior superintendent waiting at the gate of the courtyard.
Zhuang Shikai looked a little surprised: "Has the personnel information of the Military Intelligence Department been checked?"
The police force has launched an eradication operation against Unit 701, and the next target is the Military Intelligence Department! Only by getting rid of the Military Intelligence Department can we defeat the trouble-making capital in Hong Kong!
According to the latest news from the front, each team has wiped out all the 701 units. The real meaning of the 701 units is only "Xu Xi", and all the dangerous elements have been eliminated.
The next step is to attack the Military Intelligence Department!
The humility on Zhuang Shikai's face when he faced Mr. Feng was wiped away, and he narrowed his eyes instead with a murderous look on his face.
Zeng Xiangrong straightened his back nervously: "Report sir! We have identified six peripheral personnel of the Military Intelligence Department and are now applying for arrest and interrogation!"
Chen Jiaju, Zhuo Jingquan and others did a good job in the other lines. There was not much movement on his side, which made him very nervous. However, the Military Intelligence Department was the most difficult line and was not that easy to handle at all.
Only by first arresting the peripheral personnel and interrogating them can we dig out the elite agents behind the scenes.
"Approved!" Zhuang Shikai closed his suit, stepped into the car, slammed the car door, lowered the window, then raised his eyes and stared at Zeng Xiangrong and said: "We want a secret interrogation! Give me the answer after tonight!"
