Chapter 124: Remember History and Never Forget National Humiliation
A familiar figure appeared in the crowd.
Former Secretary Xu Minyi.
Just now he asked his old friend to watch over the stall while he walked around.
When I came back, I saw a large group of people gathered here.
He stood on the periphery, looking at the little girl in the middle with approval.
She is a brave and good girl.
How nice it would be if she were his daughter-in-law.
The more Xu Minyi looked at it, the happier he became.
Some people around were recording videos with their mobile phones.
Shen Tinglan in the middle was suppressing his emotions, with raised eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a strong magnetic field around him.
His eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him who was dazed and had tears in her eyes.
Her voice had recovered somewhat, and she said calmly, "I see you're not that old. Haven't you studied Chinese history? Do you know about the Nanshi Massacre? Do you know how tragic it was? Do you know how painful it was? Do you know how tragic and heroic it was? If you don't know, go and see it."
"The kimono you're wearing makes me feel heartbroken."
"We are not bystanders, we are the descendants of historical survivors."
"Our forgetfulness is the greatest insult to our fellow martyrs."
"I wanted to tell you, no matter what."
"Remember history and never forget national humiliation."
The tone changed: "But now, please apologize to you and your friends."
"Logically, you were the ones who were rude first. Even if the embassy investigates, we have a valid case."
"China is a country with a 5,000-year-old civilization and a nation of etiquette. We are naturally delighted to have friends coming from afar."
"Standing before you are the veterans of the revolution who laid the foundation for your happy and stable life today."
"Without their fearless fighting, would you have the opportunity to wear this ironic kimono?"
"Tell me, do you deserve an apology?"
"Tell me, why?"
The question was calm and without any fluctuations, and the tone was quiet and without any ups and downs.
The woman's face flushed with shame, and the tears in her eyes could not be stopped from falling.
She pulled the man aside and whispered a few words to him.
The man's green eyes stood upright.
This is the Sichuan Army wearing straw sandals and not afraid of death that our ancestors talked about.
Even without bullets, he charged towards their position without fear of life or death, holding a large, chopping knife.
Even if the body is hit by bullets, it still continues to charge.
The ancestors were puzzled and shocked as to why they were fighting so hard.
He came to China this time out of curiosity and exploration.
It seems now.
He understood.
China is no longer the small country that was bullied by others.
In just a few decades, generations have been running the relay race.
A formidable military force, a rapidly rising economic strength, and an international influence that cannot be ignored.
He still remembered the famous scene at the United Nations conference not long ago, when the Chinese spokesperson stood up and everyone stood up.
China.
A great country with absolute independent sovereignty.
He admires it.
The man walked forward, holding up his dangling wrist, and bowed to the old man.
"sorry."
The woman also lowered her head and walked over to the old man, mumbling softly, "I'm sorry."
The old man waved his hand indifferently: "Let's go, let's go."
The country is now advocating friendly diplomatic relations between the two countries. Don’t cause trouble to the country because of this little thing.
The crowd was silent.
Three seconds later.
There was intense applause.
It was applause of relief.
This is the confidence and support given by the country.
No one dares to bully the Chinese anymore.
Shen Tinglan walked up to the man.
The man stepped back in fear. He had already apologized, so why was the woman still smiling so creepily?
aggressive.
He came to the conclusion that Chinese women are not to be messed with.
Shen Tinglan put on a fake smile and suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Lift and turn.
With two clicks, the broken wrist was restored to its original state.
Then she said to the crowd around her: "Everyone, we warmly welcome our foreign friends to Jiangcheng. They really like our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine bone setting technology. It is really our honor."
"We Sichuanese fight wars in troubled times, work in prosperous times, and play mahjong in our spare time. Therefore, we warmly welcome friends from abroad to come and experience our bloody mahjong battles."
"Don't you think so, little beauty?" Shen Tinglan finally said to the woman with her head down.
The crowd erupted in noise and applause again.
"good"
"good"
"good"
Someone agreed.
"Yes, we Sichuanese play mahjong in our spare time."
"We welcome friends from abroad."
"We Sichuan people love to work."
…
The atmosphere changed.
The woman pulled the man out of the crowd.
The man continued to ask, "Juan Sang, what's going on?"
The woman pulled him and walked back.
Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch here, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Shen Tinglan's mind was at peace.
He handed the money he got back to the old man and said, "I'm sorry, old man."
The old man was magnanimous: "Hey, what's the big deal? If you hadn't come, I would have taught him a lesson too."
"Don't look at me because I'm old, but I'm more than capable of dealing with that brat."
But the old man didn't take the money.
With a kind smile: "Little girl, this loquat is for you. You are a good person. The younger ones of your age are not as conscious as you."
Shen Tinglan wanted to refuse, but Xu Minyi came over from behind.
He laughed loudly: "We meet again, little girl."
"Old Secretary." Shen Tinglan was surprised.
Xu Minyi said to the old man: "Big brother, I know this girl. This is also Chinese martial arts." Xu Minyi gave a thumbs up.
Shen Tinglan was about to speak.
The phone rang.
Take a look.
Big leader.
Oh no.
Due to this delay, the boss had already left work.
He hurriedly said goodbye to Secretary Xu Minyi and the old man.
"Old Secretary, unfortunately, I have something to do now and have to leave first."
"Okay, little girl."
Shen Tinglan smiled, stuffed the money into the old man's pocket and thanked him, then picked up the bag on the ground.
He ran away in a flash.
The two people left behind watched the little girl running away and praised her repeatedly.
It took Shen Tinglan a few minutes to get outside the city government building.
Lin Zhizhou's slender figure was waiting by the roadside.
She drove over.
The car window slowly rolled down. Shen Tinglan's mind had not yet recovered, and he shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Big leader, I've been waiting for a long time."
Lin Zhizhou opened the passenger door and got in the car.
Black eyes keenly noticed that the little woman was in a bad mood, and whispered: "What's wrong, unhappy?"
Chen Tinglan forced a smile on his face: "It's not a big deal. I'll tell you when I get back. I bought some loquats. They're in the back seat. Eat some to fill your stomach first."
"Okay." Lin Zhizhou replied.
He did not reach for the bag in the back, but kept his eyes on the little woman who was concentrating on driving.
His eyes were searching, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
What's wrong with her?
I've never seen her so depressed.
Shen Tinglan seemed to sense something and turned her head to glance at her leader who was looking at her with a worried look on his face.
He laughed and said, "It's really nothing. I'll tell you in detail later."
At this time.
Someone called Shen Tinglan’s video call.
She took a look.
Jiang Jiang?
It was inconvenient for her to drive, so she asked Lin Zhizhou to pick her up and happened to tell Jiang Jiang that she would treat him to a meal.
Lin Zhizhou took the phone with his slender fingers and pressed the answer button.
The three big heads next to each other on the screen stood still.
It feels like the video is stuck and ineffective.
Both are silent.
"What's wrong?" Shen Tinglan asked.
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