Rebirth of Bloody Romance

On that sunny Sunday, the Workers' Stadium was bustling with activity, but the atmosphere was filled with an indescribable sense of tension.

Tens of thousands of people surged like surging waves, making the whole scene look particularly spectacular and oppressive.

The huge Workers' Stadium was like a powerful magnet, firmly attracting thousands of eyes. Zhong Yuemin stood quietly at the entrance, staring at the surging crowd in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly.

This number of people far exceeded Zhong Yuemin's previous expectations, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of worry in his heart.

The word "safety", which originally seemed out of reach, was now like an extremely heavy mountain, weighing heavily on his heart.

Zhong Yuemin dialed Director Wang of the Reform Office without hesitation.

Director Wang's steady and firm voice soon came from the other end of the line. "Xiao Zhong, what's the matter? Is there anything urgent?"

Zhong Yuemin's tone revealed obvious anxiety and urgency. "Director Wang, the situation is very urgent! There are too many people on the scene, which is completely beyond our expectations. We urgently need reinforcements. If we don't take timely measures, once any accident happens, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Zhong Yuemin's voice was filled with concern about the situation and alertness to possible problems.

Director Wang was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, as if thinking about something, and then he slowly said, "Xiao Zhong, I understand your concerns. I will go to the leader right away to report the situation, but you also know that it does take some time to deal with these things.

How about this, why don't you use your connections to find some people to help maintain order at the scene? Don't worry, I will explain it to the leader."

After hearing what Director Wang said, Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath. He knew very well that what Director Wang said was true and that he could only rely on his own strength to solve the problem.

But who should he ask for help? After thinking about it, he thought that maybe he could ask his father-in-law Zhou Zhennan. But... Zhong Yuemin shook his head and thought, forget it!

It would be better to go directly to Li Ting. After all, this is not the first time I have troubled her, so it would be easier to go to Li Ting.

Having made up his mind, Zhong Yuemin dialed Li Ting's number without hesitation. The call was quickly connected, and Li Ting's crisp voice came. "Hello, Captain Zhong, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Li Ting, I urgently need your help now." Zhong Yuemin said straight to the point.

"Oh, Captain Zhong, you are so direct! I have never seen you call me when you have nothing to do." Li Ting joked.

"Li Ting, now is not the time to joke. The situation is this..." Zhong Yuemin briefly explained the current predicament to Li Ting.

After listening to this, Li Ting looked solemn, as she knew the seriousness of the incident was beyond her imagination. However, she did not hesitate at all and immediately agreed, saying that she would immediately organize personnel to go to the scene for support.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Yuemin felt a little relieved, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, the situation at the scene was still complicated and more people were needed to maintain order.

Not long after, we heard roars coming from far away. Then, several military trucks drove to the scene at lightning speed. As soon as the trucks stopped, a group of heroic soldiers in green uniforms jumped out of the trucks like a whirlwind. They acted quickly and were well-trained. In the blink of an eye, they took their positions and began to carry out their tasks in an orderly manner.

These soldiers were like a steel wall, separating the chaotic crowd. With their resolute gazes and decisive gestures, they gradually quieted down the originally noisy and chaotic scene. The voices in the crowd became smaller and smaller, and the originally chaotic situation was gradually brought under control, and the whole scene began to become orderly.

"If I hadn't met you, I don't know where I would be..." The melodious song echoed in the air, as if telling a passionate story.

This is a "special gift" that Zhong Yuemin gave to Miss Deng - a song that originally belonged to Miss Deng.

However, Mr. Zhong Yuemin presented it to Miss Deng without blushing, and Miss Deng even burst into tears of gratitude. This scene is really amazing: if you are really thick-skinned, you will not get enough. If you are thin-skinned, you will not get any!

However, the wheel of fate is always full of endless variables and surprises. When Zhong Yuemin was intoxicated with himself, he never expected that this song would be accidentally recorded by the media in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

What is even more unexpected is that this song quickly swept across Hong Kong and Taiwan like a whirlwind, becoming a popular song that people rushed to sing.

At the same time, Miss Deng also became famous because of this song and became a representative figure in the fashion industry. The dress she was wearing from the Third Woolen Mill also became a popular item sought after by everyone overnight.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard. Zhong Yuemin probably never thought that he would help Miss Deng reach the pinnacle of her life.

This seemingly coincidental event seems to hide some unspeakable fate. Perhaps, this is the arrangement of fate, always bringing surprises or shocks to people when they least expect it. In this dramatic story, each character performs his own wonderful performance on his own track.

As Miss Deng's fame continued to rise, the Third Woolen Mill was like a bright pearl, shining brightly. This originally unknown mill finally became the focus of everyone's attention, attracting countless attention.

Driven by this trend, the wool spinning factory No. 3 ushered in unprecedented development opportunities. Zhong Yuemin keenly captured the changes in the market, actively adjusted the production strategy, and began to produce more styles of clothing. From traditional classic styles to fashionable new products, every piece of clothing is poured with the hard work and sweat of the workers.

Once these well-designed fashionable clothes were launched, they quickly gained popularity among consumers. The market demand snowballed and the factory received orders like snowflakes. The workers worked overtime and fought day and night to ensure that the products could be delivered on time.

Soon after, the reputation of the Third Wool Textile Factory gradually spread, even across national borders. Their fashionable clothes began to enter the international stage, earning the factory a lot of foreign exchange. This not only brought huge economic benefits to the factory, but more importantly, it allowed the world to see the strength and charm of Made in China.

Of course, this is something for later, so I won’t mention it for now.

The singing voices of Hong Kong and Taiwan singers swept in like surging waves, creating waves of sound in the Workers' Stadium.

The singers were dressed in gorgeous costumes carefully made by the Third Woolen Mill. Every note seemed to be injected with new vitality as they danced along with these colorful clothes.

On the other side of the stage, the dance team led by Gao Yue and Liu Xiaofang swayed lightly to the beat of the music. Their movements were both graceful and powerful, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Zhong Yuemin stood steadily in the center of the stage. His eyes slowly swept across every corner, and he felt the fiery enthusiasm of the audience with his heart.

Zhong Yuemin was wearing a simple yet elegant suit, and every detail showed that he attached great importance to this performance.

Zhong Yuemin's face was always filled with his signature bright smile, which was his most sincere and direct response to the audience.

"Comrades!" Zhong Yuemin picked up the microphone. His voice was loud and powerful, like a thunder across the sky, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Is this song nice?" Zhong Yuemin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of mischief in his voice that was hard to conceal.

"It sounds great!" the audience answered in unison. Their voices were like surging waves, one higher than the other, echoing through the sky, as if they were going to overturn the entire stadium.

"Yeah! I think it sounds good too." Zhong Yuemin nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to guide the atmosphere on the scene: "Then are our singers and dancers beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" the audience responded in unison again, their voices filled with praise for the handsome men and beautiful women on the stage.

"Are the clothes they are wearing beautiful?" Zhong Yuemin's gaze slowly swept across the singers and dancers on the stage who were dressed in gorgeous costumes, with admiration flashing in his eyes.

These costumes are colorful and unique in style, and each one exudes charming charm. Some are as light and elegant as fairies, some are gorgeous and brilliant like stars; some are as delicate and beautiful as blooming flowers, and some are as dazzling as the twinkling stars in the night sky...

"Beautiful!" This time the audience's voices were a little more enthusiastic than before. They seemed to be completely immersed in Zhong Yuemin's words, full of yearning and longing for those gorgeous clothes.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, knowing that he had successfully aroused the audience's interest. He continued, "Do you want it?" His voice suddenly became mysterious, as if he was holding some treasure in his hands.

"Yes!" The audience answered without hesitation, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. This simple and direct answer expressed their deep desire and pursuit for beautiful things. They hoped to have such gorgeous clothes so that they could become the shining focus on the stage.

"What are you waiting for? Come and buy it!" Zhong Yuemin's voice suddenly rang out like a huge bell, echoing throughout the entire venue.

Zhong Yuemin pointed to the sales area on one side of the stage. It seemed like a colorful sea of ​​flowers, filled with gorgeous costumes that were exactly the same as those on the stage.

However, unexpectedly, the atmosphere on the scene was not as warm as Zhong Yuemin expected.

Instead, the audience looked at each other with confusion and puzzlement in their eyes. Some even began to laugh, seeming to be somewhat surprised by this sudden promotion.

At this moment, an exceptionally loud voice came from the crowd. "No money!" This voice was like a thunder, instantly breaking the brief silence.

Then, the audience burst into laughter as if something funny had been ignited. The tense atmosphere disappeared at this moment, replaced by a relaxed and joyful feeling.

Zhong Yuemin looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhang Haiyang standing in the crowd with a joking look on his face, winking at him.

Zhong Yuemin was immediately delighted. This guy always managed to create some jokes at critical moments.

So, Zhong Yuemin smiled and teased, "Comrade, if you bought clothes from our Woolen Mill No. 3, you would be loved by everyone. Flowers would bloom when you see them, cars would get flat tires when you see them, ghosts would be reincarnated when they see them, Buddhas would stare in a daze when they see Buddhas, dogs would wag their tails when they see dogs, and pigs would arch their noses when they see pigs. In a word, you would be the most handsome guy in your compound." As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into laughter, and even Zhang Haiyang himself couldn't help grinning.

"Zhong Yuemin, you bastard!" Zhang Haiyang cursed with a smile.

Then he changed the subject, "Well, let those singers sing a new song for us, and we will buy it. What do you think?" As he spoke, he winked at the people around him, trying to incite a buying frenzy.

"I agree!" A sudden shout was heard, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing countless ripples.

Immediately afterwards, more voices surged like a tide, one after another, and never stopped. "We also agreed, and for a moment the whole scene became noisy and clamorous.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head helplessly, muttering to himself: "These guys really know how to give me problems."

However, Zhong Yuemin's face did not show the slightest displeasure. Instead, he quickly adjusted his attitude, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a playful smile.

Zhong Yue cleared his throat, looked at the crowd, and said loudly, "I'm not saying anything bad about you guys, but your request is a bit ridiculous. I'm also a human being, not made of iron, so how can I not be tired? Besides, where can I get so many new songs for you to enjoy? But since everyone is so enthusiastic, how about I show you my skills?"

Before he finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar. Obviously, many people present knew Zhong Yuemin and knew that he loved to join in the fun.

But no one expected that Zhong Yuemin would suddenly come up with the idea of ​​singing impromptu on such a grand occasion.

Amid the noise of the crowd, a half-believing and half-doubting shout was heard, "Yuemin, can you do it?" It was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples, followed by a burst of laughter, as if even the night sky was infected by the ease and joy.

"Yuemin, there are so many people here, you can't act like a hooligan!" Someone else shouted jokingly, his words full of trust and expectations for Zhong Yuemin.

Faced with these jokes and encouragement, Zhong Yuemin put away his previous playful expression and became extremely serious.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and looked around the audience, as if he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with everyone. "I don't know how many people are confused about the future, but please believe that every confused soul deserves to be treated gently. The following song is dedicated to all those who are confused about the future. It is called "My Future Is Not a Dream."

As Zhong Yuemin finished his words, the whole audience gradually quieted down.