When Zhong Dashan finished explaining, a group of people became excited.
There was a burst of cheers on the spot.
"What? Did we beat the chicken in the foot?"
"Idiot, is this true? Mr. Nie is so awesome!"
Some people burst into tears when they heard the news.
Kneel on the ground on the spot, kneeling towards the east.
"My ancestors, grandpa, you were wronged during the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1894. Today you have avenged your shame!"
The news of Nie Jun's victory drifted into the hearts of more and more people like snowflakes.
Everyone reacts differently.
More and more people are following the students. Originally, they were all students from other places. In order to learn more knowledge, they did not return to their hometown.
But I didn't expect to hear some news revealed by the seniors today.
On the spot, I couldn't help but share the news in small groups.
At this moment, every time I shout about Nie Jun's victory, the pride in my heart increases.
They are happy.
Lucky to live in this era.
Not to mention them, even Lao Li, Lao Duan, Lao Feng and others were shocked when they heard the telegram from Nie Li.
No one expected that in less than a month, Nie Li would conquer a quarter of the territory of Foot Pot Chicken.
The Eight-Nation Allied Forces were not so awesome back then, right?
"Old Duan, we are getting old! From now on, the world will be dominated by young people!"
Lao Li sighed.
This year has been full of changes, and he is almost numb.
Unexpectedly, another big news came at the end of the year.
Old Duan rolled his eyes: "Don't sigh there. This matter must be widely publicized. Such a happy event, coupled with the Chinese New Year, complement each other!"
"We must mobilize all information channels to let all people in the world know the news as soon as possible."
"This is the first step towards the rise of China, and it is also an important step. All Chinese people must know it!"
Only then did Lao Li stop his tears and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"
No one knows that this troubled country is not easy anymore than the older generation.
The national government exists in name only, warlords are controlled by the enemy, customs duties are imposed, and the land is strangled by others, riding on their necks to shit.
This feeling is so overwhelming that one can't breathe.
And these, one after another, disappeared in this year.
The two signed various documents in succession, called in countless staff, and quickly sent reports to all parties.
Lao Li even wrote an article himself.
Just a few words.
"Brothers and sisters, stand up straight and move forward with your head held high! Today, I, China, have stood up again!"
It was forwarded by many newspapers.
After finishing their work, Lao Duan, Lao Feng, Lao Wang, and Lao Li slumped down on their chairs in excitement. No one wants to go home.
Lao Li looked at a few people. "Guys, Nie Li has a very high voice among the people now. Should we think about it and let Nie Li take over from us and move forward?"
Everyone here is a big shot, holds important positions, and is a powerful person.
Hear what Lao Li said.
Several people were silent for a while.
Except for Lao Li, these people are the mainstay of Beiyang.
Lao Duan thought carefully.
Shaking his head: "No, Nie Li's thoughts are all outside now. He is very arrogant."
Old Feng also nodded,
"Yes, Nie Li is very ambitious. Even if he wants to follow Yuan Gong's old path, I will support him!" (Not a typo)
One sentence silenced the room.
Now Nie Li has a very high reputation among the people, business circles, and the government. Some fanatics have already thought about such a thing.
However, it was deliberately ignored by everyone.
Old Feng brought up the unintentional words today.
No one knew what to think.
Lao Li's expression was a little tangled.
"Old Feng, stop, have you forgotten the lessons learned from the past?"
Lao Feng also knew that he had made a mistake. Lao Yuan had thought so before, but he didn't want to suppress his thoughts anymore.
Pretending not to care, he said: "So what? As long as it can make the country good and the people live a good life, even if it is... so what?"
"What happened to the democracy and reforms we carried out in the past few years? In the end, we were still controlled by the big powers."
"On the contrary, Nie Li has been tough in his work in recent years, but our people have become even tougher."
In one sentence, no one knows how to refute what he said.
Lao Wang has a low sense of presence, but Wang Shizhen is very intelligent.
He can also be a good person.
The most important thing is loyalty and strength.
He said calmly: "I think what Lao Feng said makes sense. Looking at the world, the gentleman's country is a constitutional monarchy, the red-haired country has a tsar, and even the foot pot chicken has an emperor. So what if our Yangyanghua* has Nie Li?"
"As long as Nie Li can make the country a better place, what if we old bones give him a push?"
These words are extremely bold.
Lao Duan waved his hands repeatedly: "Okay, let's put this matter aside. Who knows the future? Do our job well. As for whether we should do it or not in the future, that is Nie Li's business."
"Even if he wants to be the one, who can stop him? I'll talk about it later when I have time to explore his story."
A turmoil among senior officials stopped with Lao Duan's words, but the matter had already entered the minds of several people.
The national government issued a presidential decree and spread it throughout the world.
Mr. Ren was preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner when he received a call from the government.
The phone number was from one of his students.
The student now works in the national government and often discusses some of the country's advanced fields with Mr. Ren.
"Teacher, teacher, what a great joy!"
Ren Gong frowned and moved the phone away from his ear.
He warned: "Xijiu, stay calm when encountering big events!"
Dai Xijiu suppressed his excitement, followed the teacher's advice, and calmed down for a long time before saying: "Teacher, you are right!"
Only then did Mr. Ren smile with satisfaction.
"Tell me, Xijiu, what's going on? Which great power wants to buy our silver coins again?"
Mr. Ren still valued this student who had already served as a high-ranking official.
Able, talented, and with a good heart.
When Dai Xijiu heard the teacher's words, he suppressed his excitement and said: "Teacher, you are wrong. The Jinmen port was extremely busy a few days ago. Aren't you still curious? Today the students can tell you the answer."
"Those days, our fleet was preparing for war at Tianjin Port!"
Ren Gong listened in astonishment.
"Preparing for war? Where are we going to fight? Is there another trouble in Vladivostok?"
Of course Mr. Ren could see the importance of that battleground for military strategists.
The voice couldn't help but be a little serious.
Dai Xijiu laughed loudly: "Teacher, it's not Vladivostok, it's Foot Pot Chicken!"
Mr. Ren was stunned when he heard this.
"Football Chicken? Are you saying that you want to launch a war against Footpot Chicken? That is a powerful country, don't look down upon it, don't underestimate it!"
Although it is only a small country, the country has suffered a lot here.
Dai Xijiu chuckled: "It's not that we want to, but we have already launched a war! Just today, Mr. Nie sent a telegram that Jiuzhou Island, one of the four major islands of Zupenji, is already under our rule."
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