Rebirth of Bloody Romance

"Stop messing around, both of you. Hurry up."

Chen Yijun's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Zhou Xiaobai and Zhong Yuemin alone. Zhou Xiaobai's fair little hands turned into angry hammers, constantly hitting Zhong Yuemin's solid chest.

"It's all your fault. It's so embarrassing!" Zhou Xiaobai scolded, with a faint blush on her face.

Zhong Yuemin looked at her with a smile in his eyes. He reached out and gently held Zhou Xiaobai's hand, saying softly, "Wife, please don't blame me, okay?"

"If I can't blame you, then who can blame me?" Zhou Xiaobai glared at him, but the corners of his mouth curled up, obviously he was not really angry.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin felt warm in his heart. He gently embraced Zhou Xiaobai and laughed softly, "That's right. It's because my wife is so beautiful that I can't help myself!"

Zhou Xiaobai felt a little embarrassed by his sudden compliment. She gently pushed Zhong Yuemin away and said coquettishly, "Go away! You just laugh at me. I won't pay attention to you." Having said that, her heart was happy, as if she was surrounded by sweetness.

The morning sun shone through the gaps in the curtains onto Zhong Yuemin's face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up, washed up, and ate. After a simple breakfast, Zhong Yuemin got on the familiar motorcycle, and the roar echoed in the morning air.

Zhong Yuemin rode his motorcycle through the city streets, the wind whistling past his ears, bringing the coolness of the early morning. He enjoyed this feeling of freedom, as if the whole world was under his control.

The school gate appeared in front of him, and Zhong Yuemin parked his motorcycle in the small courtyard. Then he walked into the campus and started a new day of study.

Days at school always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye it is time to go home again. Zhong Yuemin packed up and prepared to go home. He got on his motorcycle, started the engine, and drove towards home.

The days passed one by one, and Zhong Yuemin began his repetitive life again.

That day, Zhong Yuemin was standing in the bustling campus, his eyes unconsciously falling on the lively bulletin board.

This place has become a hot topic among students because experts from the American Jeep Motor Company are about to come to the school to give a speech.

As soon as the news came out, the whole campus was in an uproar, but Zhong Yuemin's heart was as calm as a lake, without a single ripple.

Zhong Yuemin is not a xenophobic person, but for some reason, he can never get interested in those arrogant Americans.

Perhaps it was because he had seen those self-righteous faces before and experienced the feeling of not being respected. Therefore, he had neither expectations nor interest in this speech.

Zhong Yuemin was lost in thought about China's first joint venture. On January 1979, 1, sunlight shone through the window onto the negotiation table, and the joint venture negotiations between China and the United States officially kicked off.

This is a competition that transcends national boundaries, cultures and thinking, and is also a grand layout for the future of the automotive industry.

The US representatives were dressed in neat suits and looked very impressive. They appeared confident thanks to their advanced technology, sound social system and rich experience on the international stage.

There was an unquestionable arrogance in their words, as if everything was under their control.

The Chinese representatives, on the other hand, appeared more calm and reserved. They wore dark Mao suits and had serious and determined expressions on their faces.

They are well aware that this is a tough negotiation, but they also firmly believe that as long as they stick to principles and actively communicate, they will be able to achieve cooperation.

The negotiation process was extremely difficult. The US representatives kept putting forward various harsh conditions, trying to gain more benefits in the cooperation. The Chinese representatives, on the other hand, resolutely safeguarded the interests and dignity of the country and continued to engage in fierce confrontation with the US.

During this process, the Chinese representatives repeatedly reported the situation to the leadership organs at all levels and sought support and guidance. They worked tirelessly and traveled around just to ensure that this cooperation project could proceed smoothly.

After four years of arduous negotiations, the two sides finally signed a joint venture contract on May 1983, 5. During these four years, the US representatives came to China 5 times and the Chinese side went to the US 18 times. Each round trip was a test of endurance and determination. The Chinese side reported to the leadership organs at all levels more than 3 times, and each report was a test of perseverance and wisdom.

When the contract was signed, both parties breathed a sigh of relief. Although the US representative still maintained an arrogant attitude, his eyes also revealed a hint of relief and recognition. The Chinese representative showed a long-lost smile. They knew that this achievement was hard-won, but it also indicated that a new chapter for China's automobile industry was about to begin.

In fact, the 1980s was a time when almost everyone was reconstructing their knowledge. We were suddenly allowed to contact relatives overseas, we had translations, foreigners came to do business, and brought in this theory, that theory, this and that knowledge. This also caused many people to change very quickly. Well, this is a characteristic of the 1980s.

Beijing in the 1980s was like a weathered old stone, gradually revealing its hidden texture. This was an era of national knowledge reconstruction, like the sky after rain, bright and full of vitality.

Zhong Yuemin also heard a true story from Chen Yijun, which went something like this: In a courtyard deep in an alley, Li Jianguo and his father were sitting at the mottled wooden table, with several English books just sent from overseas relatives spread out in front of them.

Li Jianguo's father, an old intellectual who had experienced many hardships, was squinting his eyes, trying hard to recognize those unfamiliar letters and words.

"Dad, look here, this word is 'reform', which means..." Li Jianguo explained patiently, his fingers sliding slowly across the pages of the book, his eyes flashing with a desire for new knowledge.

"Oh, reform... means change, for the better." My father nodded thoughtfully, his wrinkles seeming to hide memories of the past years.

Just then, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the neighbor Aunt Wang came in in a hurry, holding a newspaper in her hand. "Jianguo, please take a look at this newspaper. It says that the country now allows contact with overseas relatives, and there are foreigners who want to come here to do business!"

Li Jianguo took the newspaper, glanced at the headline, and felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. He knew that this era was quietly changing, and they were part of this change.

Soon, the alleys became lively. Foreigners appeared in the streets from time to time, bringing fresh ideas and knowledge. Li Jianguo also began to frequently go to the library, eagerly absorbing all kinds of new knowledge.

He became friends with an American girl named Emily. Emily was from New York. Her arrival was like a fresh breeze that blew away many doubts in Li Jianguo's heart. The two often sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the alley, discussing their respective cultures, ideals and future dreams.

"You know, in the United States, people attach great importance to innovation and change." Emily said in not very fluent Chinese, her eyes sparkling with longing for the future.

"Yes, we are also changing, and getting better." Li Jianguo responded with a smile, his heart full of expectations for the future.

As time went by, Li Jianguo gradually felt the pulse of this era. He saw more people begin to pay attention to the world, pursue knowledge, and bravely face changes. He knew that this was an era that belonged to them, an era full of opportunities and challenges.

Generally speaking, the 1980s was an era full of change and hope. In this era, everyone was writing their own stories in their own way.

Zhong Yuemin sat on his bed in the dormitory, looking out the window with a dazed look.

In the sky, a few white clouds floated slowly, as if they were also laughing at his helplessness. He sighed, feeling a little irritated.

"Oh, I really don't want to listen to this speech!" Zhong Yuemin muttered to himself.

As soon as Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open. The counselor Song Xiangjun walked in, her eyes were cold, as if she could see through Zhong Yuemin's thoughts.

"Zhong Yuemin, everyone else has gone to the auditorium, what are you doing in the dormitory? I looked for several places, but I didn't expect you to hide here."

Zhong Yuemin suddenly felt his scalp tingling. He gritted his teeth and answered, "Teacher Song...Teacher Song, I...I feel a little uncomfortable."

Song Xiangjun frowned slightly, as if she saw Zhong Yuemin's reluctance. She walked up to Zhong Yuemin and stared at him with her cold eyes, as if she wanted to see through his heart.

"Zhong Yuemin, I know you are usually rather casual, but this speech is a great opportunity. You must take it seriously. If you don't go when everyone else is going, someone will come to trouble you." There was a hint of seriousness in Song Xiangjun's tone.

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that Song Xiangjun was right, but he just couldn't muster the interest to listen to the speech. He sighed helplessly and nodded.

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun didn't say anything more. She just glanced at him coldly, then turned and left the dormitory.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Song Xiangjun's departing back, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He knew that he had to go this time. He sighed, and began to pack up his things, ready to go to the speech site.

Zhong Yuemin walked into the auditorium and saw a bustling crowd. The 2,000 seats were already full, and the corridors were also crowded with people. Not only science students, but also liberal arts students came here to see this grand event.

The lights gradually focused on the stage, and the accompanying leader of the Municipal Party Committee walked onto the stage and began to speak. His voice was loud and powerful, and every word seemed to jump in the air, stirring up layers of ripples. His words were full of expectations for academic exchanges and prospects for the future, making everyone present feel the importance of this event.

Then, the school leaders took turns to speak on stage, their words were full of pride in the school and expectations for the students. As they spoke, the atmosphere in the auditorium gradually heated up, as if there was an invisible force pushing everyone forward.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a breeze blew through, bringing a fresh breath. Everyone turned their heads and saw an "authentic" American professor walking in.

Zhong Yuemin saw that his hair was golden, like the sunshine in autumn; his eyes were blue, like the deep ocean; his chin was pointed, revealing a sense of shrewdness; his skin was fair, as if it had never been polished by the world; his body hair was long and thick, showing his unique racial characteristics.

"Mr. President, students, teachers,

Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your invitation

Please, give me a chance to e to the prestigious Beijing

City University visit. Able to get together with young friends

Gather together to discuss how humanity will survive the New Epoch

Ji Li to meet the challenge and create a better future

Come on, I'm very happy... "

There was nothing wrong with the opening remarks, and Zhong Yuemin listened listlessly. However, as he listened, Zhong Yuemin frowned.

“This month, we have twice visited the brocade factory, brocade has always been famous, because the export needs are large, is now expanding the factory, the production process is very modern, is the method of card punching, guide the machine weaving into various patterns of brocade, this method has been adopted 50 years ago, is the same theory as the use of electronic puters, card punching method, guide the operation of the machine. ent to Tsinghua University, we visited the factory run by the university, which can produce “integrated circuit“ ponents for electronic puters, and “precise“ electronic test instruments.“

Zhong Yuemin stood in the corner of the auditorium, frowning slightly, his eyes fixed on the expert on the podium. Although his English was not excellent, basic communication was not a problem.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin noticed that the expert paused deliberately when speaking certain words, pronounced the words unusually heavily, and did not use more precise words, giving people an ambiguous meaning.