We should learn from the strengths of other countries and discard our own weaknesses, whether in science and technology or in personal emotions. On a side note, in my view, Mr. Zhong and Ms. Mu's pursuit of love represents intellectual progress and liberation. How can we save this country if we don't first liberate ourselves?
Mr. Zhou is right, women are easily influenced by emotions! By opposing the British, she's harming the country! West End's current advancement and prosperity are inseparable from British support!
To become strong, first learn, first be tolerant. Those who are stubborn will only be crushed to ashes!
Bai Yan is too stupid. If we lose, she will bear the main responsibility!
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Seeing the various criticisms of Bai Yan in the newspaper, Mu Jinzhi couldn't help but publish his own article, which essentially said that Bai Yan rejected a powerful country that genuinely wanted to extend a helping hand to China.
Inside the office, Xu Shengtian slammed the newspaper together: "A bunch of bullshit!"
"But Commander-in-Chief... although his words are harsh, I'm afraid that once the battle line is drawn to the west city, we won't be able to hold out without outside support," the adjutant said with some concern.
"Why don't you try to persuade Premier Bai?" He knew that the military governor listened to her in everything.
Xu Shengtian looked up, about to speak, when a voice came from outside: "Don't worry, we can handle it." With her there, we can definitely hold on.
Bai Yan was still wearing her lab coat when Xu Shengtian immediately stood up and asked, "Why did you come out of the lab?" As he spoke, he hid the newspapers that were criticizing her behind his back.
"No need to hide it anymore, I saw it all in the lab."
Bai Yan curled her lips into a cold smile. She didn't care about what those people said. She remembered a famous saying from China during this period: Truth only exists within the range of cannons.
With her around, as long as she lives, China's artillery will have the longest range.
As for some of the scum in the country, she could clean them up beforehand, which would also be a way to vent the anger of the original owner.
The next day, Liao Simin received a letter. The envelope was sprayed with a woman's perfume and signed by his wife, Mu Jinzhi. She had invited Zhong Yunsheng to a well-known hot spring resort in Xicheng.
Caught in the crossfire, Liao Simin, gun in hand, rode in a jeep toward the hot spring resort, his face contorted with rage.
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