Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and said firmly, "Mr. Walter, I believe in your sincerity. But the problem is that we cannot rely solely on foreign advanced technology to solve our problems. What we need is independent innovation and the ability to master core technologies. Only in this way can we truly get rid of the shackles of population pressure and achieve national prosperity."

Zhong Yuemin thought to himself that Jeep, the international off-road vehicle giant, was not as friendly as BAIC had imagined.

BAIC's decision-makers, eager for technology, proposed the idea of ​​"joint design". They hoped to jointly develop an off-road vehicle suitable for the Chinese market with Jeep, which would not only introduce technology but also improve China's automobile manufacturing industry. However, their enthusiasm was met with a cold response from the US.

The senior executives of Jeep had a cunning look in their eyes. They were not willing to have real technical cooperation with China, but proposed a seemingly tempting plan - exporting Grand Cherokee parts to the Chinese for assembly. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for BAIC, which was in urgent need of foreign exchange.

However, the temptation is a trap. Knock-down assembly means that all profits will be taken by the US before the parts arrive in China.

This is a carefully woven skin that has allowed the US to earn a lot of money, while China can only watch helplessly and suffer heavy losses.

Zhong Yuemin is such a bad guy. He thought to himself, since you want to pretend, I will send you to heaven. "If I remember correctly, the American Jeep company has been acquired by the French Renault. Strictly speaking, you should be a French company, using French technology."

Zhong Yuemin had a playful smile on his face. Professor Water, who was standing opposite him, had changed from being full of confidence to being a little embarrassed.

"Student, what you mentioned are indeed some minor incidents in the past, but please believe that we have now completely solved those technical problems, and our technical strength has been greatly improved."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand gently, seemingly not caring about the other party's explanation. He looked around, and the auditorium was filled with a tense atmosphere. He knew that every word he said could pierce the other party's heart like a needle.

"Technical strength? Haha, your technical strength?"

Zhong Yuemin suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm. "If you really have such strong technical capabilities, how could you not be able to solve such a basic problem as the emission control system? And you recalled so many cars and suffered such a heavy loss. This is simply a joke!"

Zhong Yuemin's words were like a bombshell, exploding in the conference hall. On and off the stage, people were talking about it, and everyone's face was filled with surprise and confusion.

Zhong Yuemin's mouth curled up into a smug smile, his eyes were like torches, and he stared closely at the changing expressions of the seven or eight foreigners on the stage. He was so happy that he seemed to see the smile of the goddess of victory.

"I told you to pretend, keep pretending." Zhong Yuemin secretly mocked in his heart. He knew that the news he just revealed was undoubtedly a huge blow to these Americans. They thought that they could gain the upper hand in the negotiations with their information advantage, but they didn't expect Zhong Yuemin to reveal it.

The Americans were indeed panicking. They knew very well that if the Chinese side knew this news, the current negotiation situation would become extremely unfavorable.

Although this information has long been no secret in the Western world, Orientals are still under conditions of information asymmetry.

At this moment, the Chinese negotiators still had only a vague understanding of the shareholding system, holding, license registration and other relationships, which undoubtedly gave them an opportunity to take advantage.

"You are spreading rumors and slandering me!" Walter's face turned pale, his eyes flashing with anger. He stood up suddenly, his body trembling slightly with excitement. He stared at Zhong Yuemin, his voice full of threats and intimidation.

Zhong Yuemin didn't care. He smiled brightly, as if everything was under his control. He shook his head slightly, with a mocking arc on his lips. "For such a big thing, it shouldn't be difficult to find a newspaper from 1978? Will it be on the front page?"

Walter's heart suddenly sank, and he felt a little uneasy. He knew that what Zhong Yuemin said was not groundless. If the newspapers of that year were really turned out, his company would face a huge crisis. He tried to stay calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily. "We are an American company protected by American law!!"

Zhong Yuemin replied calmly, "Renault's acquisition of Jeep seemed to have happened in 1980. You are a completely French company and should not be protected by American law."

Walter's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his heart. He knew that he had fallen into a desperate situation, and every word Zhong Yuemin said was like a needle piercing his heart. He knew that he could not stay here any longer, and he had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Walter waved his arms in anger, his voice full of dissatisfaction and disdain. "My friend, you cannot understand the market economy and capital market in the West. Sometimes we must acknowledge the differences between systems and between people. China started to introduce Western science and technology and ideas 80 years ago, but today China is still the largest developing country in the world. The reason for this cannot be explained by your slander."

He glanced at Zhong Yuemin, his eyes full of disdain and contempt. "Your so-called evidence is nothing but one-sided and out-of-context stuff. You don't understand the essence of Western capitalism at all, let alone how our American companies operate. We act within the legal framework and are strictly regulated and protected."

Walter said, already impatient to end this conversation. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave. He didn't want to waste time with this ignorant student anymore, he had more important things to do.

Zhong Yuemin understood the deeper meaning of his words: first, the socialist system is inferior to the capitalist system.

Second, what is the difference between people? It means that yellow-skinned Chinese are not as good as white-skinned Westerners.

This has already involved the superiority and inferiority of human race. This debate has no meaning. How could a person as proud as Zhong Yuemin tolerate such humiliation?

Just as he turned around and prepared to leave, Zhong Yuemin suddenly spoke up. "Mr. Walter, you are right. China does have a lot to learn and improve. However, this does not mean that we can spread rumors and slander at will and ignore the facts and the truth. You keep saying that you are protected by the law, so if your company really violated the law back then, how do you explain it?"

Walter's footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned around, his eyes flashing with anger and fear. He knew that Zhong Yuemin had caught the key point, and he could no longer avoid this question. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his voice was still trembling. "You...you are making trouble for no reason! Our company is operating legally, and there is no illegal behavior!"

Zhong Yuemin sneered and shook his head: "Being unreasonable? I think it is you who is being unreasonable. If you really have a clear conscience, why are you afraid that I will reveal more news? Or do you actually have something to hide?"

Zhong Yuemin stood at the bottom of the auditorium, staring at Walter across from him with a sharp gaze. Walter, an American who thinks highly of himself, seemed frozen at this moment, silent. Zhong Yuemin raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, and his words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at Walter's heart.

"Your arrogance says it all."

Zhong Yuemin's voice echoed in the auditorium. Every word was like a carefully polished stone, falling on the lake of people's hearts and stirring up ripples.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing with determination and confidence. "You think the Chinese are inferior? I hope your God's perspective can eventually bless the United States and yourself."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Walter's face, but he still did not refute. The audience around him began to whisper, and the auditorium was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere.

Some people think that Zhong Yuemin is too impulsive and does not know his place; while others think that he is domineering, courageous and wise.

Zhong Yuemin was unmoved. He continued, "Professor Walter, do you dare to bet with me?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Hopefully we'll see the highs and lows in 20 years, you and me."

Zhong Yuemin's voice was full of expectations and challenges for the future, as if he had already seen the competition between China and the United States in twenty years.

The auditorium was buzzing again, and the students began to discuss enthusiastically. Some agreed with Zhong Yuemin's point of view, believing that China will rise in future development;

Some people are skeptical of Zhong Yuemin's words, thinking that he is too confident. But in any case, Zhong Yuemin's words have aroused people's deep resonance and expectations.

After hearing the translation, the muscles on Walter's face twitched unnaturally, and his original pretentious gentlemanly demeanor disappeared instantly.

Walter looked at Zhong Yuemin meaningfully, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly spoke. "How I wish you had misunderstood and brought so many unnecessary misunderstandings. I'm less than 40 years old, and I will wait until then. Empty words are of no use, only actions and strength can prove everything."

As soon as Walter finished speaking, the auditorium fell into silence. The audience seemed to be shocked by Walter's words and stopped talking. Zhong Yuemin was also slightly stunned, but he quickly regained his composure, his eyes flashing with determination and unyielding.

"Empty words?" Zhong Yuemin sneered. "Perhaps in your eyes, my words are just empty rhetoric. But in my eyes, every word represents my belief and determination. I believe that China will rise in the future and become one of the world's superpowers. And what about you? You only hold your so-called God's perspective, watching the changes in the world, but dare not face the challenges of reality."

Walter's face changed slightly, but he didn't get angry. He just looked at Zhong Yuemin coldly, then turned and left the auditorium. Zhong Yuemin didn't chase him, he knew that the conversation was over.

Secretary Liu stood in a corner of the conference room. The expression on his face changed unpredictably like a color palette. Sometimes it was red as if he had just been exposed to the scorching sun, and sometimes it was white as if it was covered with frost and snow.

His heart was full of doubts. His sharp eyes were fixed on the group of figures who had just left. He wondered in his heart: Is this really a French company?

Secretary Liu was eager to report the news back to the city. A group of Americans left the meeting room, surrounded by a group of leaders.

The leaders had long since disappeared from the venue, but the students' discussions were still surging like waves, one higher than the other. The air was filled with a complex mix of anger, confusion, helplessness, and expectation.

"This is the Boxer Rebellion in modern society. It's so childish and shameful." A voice pierced through the surrounding noise sharply, attracting a lot of attention. The speaker was a boy wearing glasses and looked quite gentle. His words were full of disdain and ridicule.

"Americans are so hypocritical." Someone retorted dissatisfiedly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"These Americans are fucking pieces of shit!" another boy cursed angrily, as if the scene just now triggered his anger.

"It's so satisfying to see the Americans get humiliated." Someone else laughed along, but there was a hint of bitterness in the laughter.

Outside the auditorium, people gathered in twos and threes, discussing what had just happened. Some people felt that it was natural for the Americans to do this, after all, they were the world's number one superpower with great strength and influence. But more people were sympathetic, they felt the arrogance and prejudice in the Americans' bones, and their hearts were filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Zhong Yuemin, you are so brave!" A girl came over, her eyes full of admiration.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly and shook his head. "I just did what I should do."

"But aren't you afraid of offending those Americans?" the girl asked worriedly.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Zhong Yuemin asked. "If they are really that powerful, then they should not be afraid of truth and justice."

Zhong Yuemin's words were like a stream of fresh air, washing away the doubts and anxieties in people's hearts. People around him began to discuss it, some agreed, while others remained silent.

In short, they looked at Zhong Yuemin with admiration, pity, compassion, and disgust...

There was an indescribable tense atmosphere outside the auditorium. Lin Shufang stood in front of Zhong Yuemin, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of confusion and worry.

"Zhong Lao Er, why are you so stubborn?"

Lin Shufang's voice trembled a little. "What good is there in worrying about this?"

Zhong Yuemin stopped but did not look back. His back looked particularly firm in the sunlight, like a mountain standing in the wind and rain. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Lin Shufang, some things cannot be measured by benefits."

Lin Shufang was stunned. She looked at Zhong Yuemin's determined back and felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She knew that Zhong Yuemin had always been a responsible and responsible person, but today he seemed more determined than ever before.