Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. He was thinking about how to refute this ridiculous proposal.

Then, Zhong Yuemin frowned more and more deeply. He thought, isn't this foreigner advocating deindustrialization and wholeheartedly doing OEM for Europe and the United States and being a younger brother?

If this is really done, it will deal a huge blow to China's industrial development and may even put the country into an irretrievable situation.

The sun shines through the windows onto the floor of the auditorium, creating mottled shadows. I hear the foreign expert on the stage speaking in his usual arrogant tone, "Although China has made great progress in recent years and we have seen encouraging changes, it is difficult for China to surpass others in industrialization given its economic structural advantages."

The conference hall was silent, as if even the air had frozen. But the anger in Zhong Yuemin's heart burned like a flame. He knew very well the hardships and difficulties of the country's industrialization.

The speech on the stage continued. "The foreign expert continued, "The parative advantage is that both sides can benefit through fair trade. China is totally not equipped with the conditions for industrialization, but China has a vast market, a billion people, rich mineral resources and agricultural resources, and the substitution of agricultural products is actually much higher than industrial products at the critical point of famine." With such a large country like China and such a population base, it is imperative to solve the problem of food and clothing, advanced technology cannot be imported, and the innovation ability of the Chinese people are yet to be verified."

"Europe and the United States industry is developed, but there are still many repetitive construction, product homogeneity, vicious petition, but the international market demand soon tends to saturation one by one, resulting in serious overcapacity." China's basic raw materials, textiles, clothing, shoes and hats, household appliances and even the so-called emerging industries, backward production capacity, low efficiency, simply cannot pete with similar products in the international market, will eventually form a waste of resources. "

The echo of the speech reverberated in the conference hall, and the applause surged like a tide, one wave after another, as if to fill the entire space.

The professor stood on the stage, feeling the tidal wave of applause, and an indescribable sense of pride welled up in his heart. His figure looked even taller under the lights, like a towering mountain, standing tall above the crowd.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm, and people's faces were filled with excitement and admiration.

The leaders sat in the front row, nodding frequently, as if they agreed with every word the professor said.

The teachers and students surrounded the professor, praising him in unison, as if they wanted to pour all the praise on him.

However, in this warm atmosphere, Zhong Yuemin felt an inexplicable anger burning in his heart.

He recalled the arrogant remarks of the Americans, which were like a sharp knife piercing his heart. Their meaning was clear: they only wanted China's market and resources, but as for industry, scientific research and innovation, they did not believe that the Chinese could do it.

Zhong Yuemin clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. He knew that if this deindustrialization argument became popular, it would cause great harm to the country.

Zhong Yuemin felt sad when he thought of those who never came back after going abroad. Economic factors may be part of the reason, but more importantly, they were influenced by this kind of European and American argument and lost confidence in the development of China.

When Zhong Yuemin thought of this, his eyes were like torches, and his whole body was shaking with anger. The arrogant remarks of the American echoed in his mind. The bastard dared to belittle the Chinese people's industrialization capabilities, which made Zhong Yuemin unbearable.

Zhong Yuemin stood up suddenly, like an enraged lion, his eyes full of determination. He wanted to rush forward immediately and crush the arrogant American bastard to death like crushing an ant.

City leaders, school leaders, these people are not worth mentioning in his eyes. Zhong Yuemin has always been fearless, he would rather be expelled than stand up and speak his mind.

Song Xiangjun noticed that Zhong Yuemin was acting strange. She looked at Zhong Yuemin's trembling body, grabbed Zhong Yuemin nervously and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhong Yuemin suddenly shook off Song Xiangjun's hand, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and stood up without hesitation.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes flashed with determination, as if he wanted to inject endless courage into every word. He opened his mouth, and his voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the silent auditorium.

“Mr. Walter, I disagree with you. Your views are biased and arrogant.” Zhong Yuemin’s words were powerful, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The whole place fell into a dead silence, as if even the air had frozen. Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhong Yuemin, whose figure looked particularly tall under the lights.

Those students who were usually full of confidence now showed expressions of astonishment, as if they had seen something incredible.

Song Xiangjun stood there in a daze, her face full of disbelief. She could never have imagined that Zhong Yuemin would refute so fiercely in this situation.

The teachers present also looked at each other with complicated expressions on their faces. They knew that Zhong Yuemin's speech was not only a challenge to foreign teachers, but also a challenge to the authority of the entire school. The school leaders stared at Zhong Yuemin, their hearts full of doubts and uneasiness.

However, Zhong Yuemin didn't care about the eyes and discussions around him. He took a deep breath and continued. "I believe that one's opinions should be based on facts and fairness, not prejudice and arrogance." Your statements not only lack these essential elements, they are unnecessarily confusing and misleading to our students.

The city leader frowned and turned to the translator next to him, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "This student's tone is very aggressive, and it sounds wrong. What did he say? Explain it to me."

The translator was suddenly called out and was a little stunned. He thought about it for a moment, then said cautiously, "This student seems to be very dissatisfied with the content of Mr. Water's speech."

When Secretary Liu heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to stamp his feet. He thought, how dare this student be so presumptuous in front of foreign guests? Isn't this just discrediting himself?

He turned and looked at Principal Zhou next to him. Since Principal Zhou's rank was higher than his, he couldn't get angry directly.

So, he said to Principal Zhou anxiously, "Principal Zhou, this is a student of your school. How do you think we should deal with this? This is a foreign guest. He is not only a professor, but also a senior executive of Jeep Corporation in the United States. What if this turns into a foreign-related incident? How can a student casually interfere in foreign affairs?"

After hearing what Secretary Liu said, Principal Zhou frowned. He glanced at the student who was confronting the foreign teacher on the stage, and then said to Secretary Liu calmly, "Do you know who that is?"

Secretary Liu was stunned and shook his head. Principal Zhou sighed and explained, "The student's name is Zhong Yuemin. How do you want me to deal with him? How about you do it?"

Secretary Liu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then his face darkened. He didn't expect it to be Zhong Yuemin. How could he dare to deal with Zhong Yuemin?

The Jeep company team sat on one side of the venue, their eyes focused on Zhong Yuemin in the center of the stage, like spectators watching a monkey show.

Seven or eight men in suits had mocking and disdainful looks on their faces, as if they had already regarded the young challenger as an insignificant clown.

Suddenly, Walter's voice rang out on the stage. "We have a famous saying in the West, and I believe it also applies here. I don't agree with your point of view, but I will defend your right to speak to the death. Student, if you have any questions, you can speak directly."

The air in the auditorium suddenly became tense and heavy, as if a dark cloud was covering the sky and a thunderstorm might break out at any time.

Zhong Yuemin stood in front of the podium, his face was ashen and his eyes were shining with determination, as if he was going to ignite the entire venue.

"Everyone, we can't just sit back and do nothing! This matter concerns the future of all of us!" Zhong Yuemin's voice exploded in the conference hall like thunder, breaking the originally dull atmosphere.

Zhong Yuemin's actions immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and many people began to whisper and discuss. Some people thought that Zhong Yuemin's behavior was a bit excessive, and that he was making trouble for no reason, making the entire venue chaotic.

"Which department are you from? How shameful." A voice rang out in the crowd, with obvious sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

"It seems to be from the Physics Department." Another voice echoed.

"It seems his name is Zhong Yuemin." Someone else added.

These words pierced Zhong Yuemin's ears like needles, but he did not stop. Instead, he expressed his views more firmly.

Song Xiangjun's eyes were fixed on the familiar figure in front of her - Zhong Yuemin. She stamped her feet anxiously, but Zhong Yuemin walked with a firm step, as if nothing could stop him.

"It's such a hassle! If it were someone else, I would have given up on it long ago." Song Xiangjun muttered, but her eyes betrayed her heart, which clearly showed her concern and worry for Zhong Yuemin.

Song Xiangjun knew that she had an indescribable feeling for Zhong Yuemin. Whenever she saw him, she felt as if she was being pulled by an invisible force and couldn't extricate herself.

Song Xiangjun was anxious and unconsciously quickened her pace, but she could never catch up with him.

"Really? Zhong Yuemin, why is he always so impetuous!" Song Xiangjun stamped her feet in anger, her face full of helplessness and anxiety. If it were someone else, she might have given up long ago, but facing Zhong Yuemin, she could never control her emotions.

Song Xiangjun gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "I really owed you this in my last life." Although she said this, she did not stop, but became more determined. She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and then quickened her pace to catch up.

Zhong Yuemin, the always self-centered and unruly young man, was now like an enraged beast, his eyes spitting fire, his brows full of stubbornness and unruliness.

Song Xiangjun stood beside him, her fair little hands tightly grasping his sleeves, trying to calm his anger, but Zhong Yuemin was like an unshakable mountain, and no matter how hard she tried, he did not move at all.

Lin Shufang also came over after hearing the noise, with a look of worry and anxiety on her face. She gently pulled Zhong Yuemin's other arm, trying to pull him back from the edge of anger with gentle force.

However, Zhong Yuemin seemed to have turned into an unshakable sculpture. No matter how hard the two men tried, he remained unmoved.

The scene became a little chaotic for a while, and everyone's eyes were focused on these three people. Song Xiangjun and Lin Shufang's anxiety and helplessness intertwined together, forming a heartbreaking picture.

"Zhong Yuemin, what do you want to do?" Song Xiangjun finally couldn't help but ask loudly. Her voice revealed endless fatigue and helplessness, as if she was powerless to change Zhong Yuemin's stubbornness.