In Zhejiang Province, the leadership family compound.
In one of the small buildings, a man of about fifty years old was sitting on the sofa watching television.
"That must be Yuan Yi!"
Suddenly, the man spoke.
The voice carried an air of authority, brooking no refusal.
The woman sitting to the side, who looked like she was in her forties and was very well-maintained, nodded slightly.
"Yes, my second brother caused trouble for him and got arrested."
"Now my sister's company is also under thorough investigation by higher-ups!"
"They called me and asked me to ask you for help!"
"But I refused."
"This year is crucial for you; whether you make it or not depends on this one."
"We can't let them hold you back!"
A glint of shrewdness flashed across the woman's face.
You should know that her husband is now the top official of a province, and if he can be promoted further, he will directly move into the central government.
This is a huge step, even though they are his own younger brother and sister.
But she couldn't let it ruin her man's career!
The man looked at his wife, his face calm, but his eyes were somewhat dim.
How could he not know what his wife was thinking? She was too calculating.
He was also a beneficiary of what happened back then, so he turned a blind eye to it afterwards.
Although he never actually took action, the two of them did a lot of things under his name.
The higher-ups have already spoken with him, and there's no hope of him getting promoted.
Considering his past achievements, he was given a retirement position.
He never imagined that his career would be ruined by such a young upstart.
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Inside CCTV's Studio One.
After Yuan Yi and his group finished their performance, they walked off the stage.
They were replaced by a stage play adapted from their experiences during the Korean War.
The show should have been quite successful, but unfortunately, it was overshadowed by a much better one.
With Yuan Yi leading hundreds of millions of people in singing "The Song of the Chinese People's Volunteers," their stage play paled in comparison.
The program continued, and the audience's emotions gradually recovered.
They all started watching the new program.
The show progressed smoothly, and the halfway point was already over.
The entire gala lasted three and a half hours.
An hour and a half has now passed.
Just now, members of the Naval Political Department Song and Dance Troupe performed a song called "Children of the Motherland".
The host takes the stage.
"With heads held high and chests puffed out, we crossed the Yalu River."
"Our volunteer army stepped into the battlefield with heroic and fearless faith."
"It thwarted the wolfish ambitions of the American imperialists!"
"On the occasion of the 70th anniversary of the victory celebration, we have never forgotten the heroic soldiers of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army who wrote a magnificent epic in the past 70 years."
"And all those who contributed to the victory in this war."
"Here we extend our greetings to all surviving veterans, comrades, and disabled honorary soldiers of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army."
"We extend our sincerest greetings to the people of all ethnic groups across the country who supported the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, especially those who participated in the war and provided support, and to the families of the martyrs and soldiers of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army."
“Countless Chinese sons and daughters went to the battlefield with fervent patriotism, and many of them never returned.”
"Countless mothers of heroes and heroines are anxiously waiting at home for their children to return."
"Their selfless dedication deserves to be remembered!"
"Next, Yuan Yi will perform 'Grandma' for us, a song of praise to all the mothers who work tirelessly behind the scenes!"
After finishing his lines, the host walked to the side of the stage.
The stage first darkened, and then the large screen at the back lit up.
Photos appeared one by one, then flashed by.
These photos depict the heroic volunteer soldiers who stepped onto the battlefield.
Following their photos came photos of elderly people with deeply lined faces, weathered by time.
"They are a mother."
"They don't have much knowledge, and some may even be literate but don't understand any profound principles."
"But at a time of national and ethnic crisis."
"Their patriotism is something we should all learn from."
"They personally sent their husbands, sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters to the battlefield."
"They received death notices one after another, but they did not complain. Even though they were heartbroken, they still sent their remaining sons back to the battlefield with their own hands."
"It is because of their silent support that our Chinese soldiers have been able to achieve victory after victory!"
"Who says women are inferior to men! They are all heroines!"
From the darkness came Yuan Yi's words.
He spoke these words with the deepest emotion.
It pierced people's hearts like a needle.
In the video behind the stage, photos disappeared one by one.
The video was replaced with one of a young soldier who had just returned home to visit his family.
He knelt down beside the two elderly people, holding jars of ashes in his hands.
Less than a day after returning home, he received an order for the troops to assemble urgently, and after bidding farewell to the two elderly people, he rushed back to the battlefield.
When the death notice arrived, the two elderly people were heartbroken.
But they still let their youngest son join the army.
The video has reached this point, and the background music has started playing!
"I often heard people say this when I was a child."
"The one with bound feet."
"She is an old woman trapped deep in the mountains."
"She and her grandfather were an arranged marriage couple, and she doesn't know many characters."
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