Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The warm spring breeze blows on people's cheeks, as if it is a gentle caress from nature, but at the same time it also makes them intoxicated, as if they are drunk, making them drowsy.

In this warm season, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight shone through the window into the conference room of Woolen Textile Factory No. 3, but it could not conceal the tense and subtle atmosphere in the air.

Zhong Yuemin stood quietly at one end of the conference table, his hands resting on the tabletop, his eyes focused and determined. His fingers unconsciously ran through his hair, his brows slightly furrowed, revealing his inner doubts and helplessness.

Zhong Yuemin's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of fatigue. "Comrades, we shouldn't do this, right? We agreed that I would leave after the merger of the Third Wool Textile Factory. This was not only my personal decision, but also to bring a brand new beginning to the factory, a future that was not bound by my past ideas. But why change your mind now? This is not what a qualified revolutionary comrade should do."

Zhong Yuemin's eyes swept across the entire conference room, and everyone felt his gaze. They lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they were afraid to face his questioning.

Zhong Yuemin continued, "I know what you are worried about, but please believe me, only a thorough reform can bring new vitality to the factory. I am willing to let go and let a more suitable person lead here. After all, the times are constantly progressing, and we cannot stand still."

Zhong Yuemin's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. The atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn, and everyone fell into deep thought.

Zhang Minjie, ever since the last incident, has admired Zhong Yuemin very much, and there is a hint of meaning in her smile at this moment. "Director Zhong, what you said is wrong." She gently shook the teacup in her hand, and the steam rose, blurring the expression on his face. "You mentioned your departure in private, right? We are all confused. Besides, the future of the factory is not a joke. How can it be easily decided based on your words alone?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned when he heard this. His eyes widened and his tone was full of disbelief. "What's wrong? I clearly remember that time in the conference room. I said it in front of everyone. How did it become private?"

The corners of Zhang Minjie's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and her eyes revealed a confidence that she was sure to win.

Zhang Minjie said softly, "Director Zhong, maybe you remembered it wrongly? You did mention the idea of ​​leaving at that time, but it was more like a proposal rather than an irreversible decision. None of us explicitly promised you, right?"

Zhang Minjie's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried an irrefutable force. Zhong Yuemin could not help but be stunned. He began to recall the original scene, trying to find the flaws in his memory.

At this time, Zhang Minjie looked around, and Deputy Director Shang and Deputy Director Zhang nodded in agreement. Their expressions were serious and firm, as if to prove what Zhang Minjie said.

Deputy Director Shang even sighed softly and said helplessly, "Director Zhong, you did say it at the time, but we really didn't agree!" There was a subtle apology in his voice, but more of a subtle expression of his position.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes finally fell on Director Wang of the SOE Reform Office. This leader, who was usually known for his calmness, seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. "Director Wang, I remember that I said I would report it to the leader, but you didn't object at that time." Zhong Yuemin's tone was full of hope, as if he hoped to find a glimmer of hope from Director Wang.

Director Wang sighed softly and spoke slowly: "Director Zhong, you did mention this intention, but I only said that I would consider it and report it to my superiors. As for the result, you also know that every step of state-owned enterprise reform needs to be cautious and needs to take all aspects into consideration. Your departure is undoubtedly a major change for the factory, and we cannot make a decision lightly."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a long while, a helpless smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes flashed with an unquestionable light. He looked around, the atmosphere in the conference room was subtle, the expressions of several deputy factory directors and Director Wang were different, but they all showed a firm determination of "this matter is not negotiable".

"Okay, comrades, it seems that I, Zhong, am ignorant." He deliberately relaxed his tone, but then changed the subject, and his tone became more serious and firm, "Let's not beat around the bush. From the brink of bankruptcy to the current merger and rebirth, everyone has put in so much effort. I know better than anyone else. But I, Zhong Yuemin, am a man who sees things through. What I say is nailed to the board, and it counts."

Zhang Minjie saw this and put away his smile. He said seriously, "Director Zhong, we all see your responsibility, but the wool spinning factory is in a critical period of development. The introduction of new technologies and the expansion of market channels all require a strong leadership core. If you leave, won't your comrades be left leaderless?"

Deputy Director Shang and Deputy Director Zhang also nodded in agreement, their eyes full of recognition and reluctance for Zhong Yuemin's abilities.

"Yes, Director Zhong, you have made an indelible contribution to the success of the Woolen Textile Factory No. 3!"

"If you leave, won't our woolen mill No. 3 be in chaos?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at the crowd, deeply moved, but still shook his head firmly. "Comrades, I appreciate your kindness, but I have decided to leave. Life is short, and I still have a lot of things I want to do. I hope you can understand my choice."

"Director Wang, please stop hiding it." Zhong Yuemin cast his eyes towards Director Wang who had been silent, with a hint of expectation in his tone. "What exactly does the higher-ups mean? I've made up my mind to leave, and you can't let me bear the blame for not keeping my word, right?"

Director Wang sighed softly and spoke slowly. "Director Zhong, in fact, the superiors recognize your work ability very much, and they don't want to let you go. But considering your personal wishes and the fact that you may make greater contributions in other fields, they finally agreed to your request to leave. However, they hope that you can stay for a while longer. Now that the factory has just been merged, the leaders hope that you can wait until the factory is stable before leaving."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin finally felt relieved. He looked at Director Wang with gratitude and said, "Thank you for the organization's understanding and support. As long as I am given enough time, I will definitely hand over the work well and make the wool spinning plant No. 3 stabilize quickly and live up to everyone's expectations."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was warm applause in the conference room, and everyone's face was filled with infinite longing and confidence for the future.

In the campus at dawn, an unusual gathering was quietly brewing in front of the computer classroom in the science building.

Zhong Yuemin walked briskly and set out for the open class again. However, this time, his mood was disturbed by the scene before him.

The entrance to the computer classroom was crowded with people, more crowded than ever before. The students' faces were filled with anticipation and curiosity, and in the crowd were many familiar figures - teachers of various subjects who were rarely seen on weekdays. They were either talking in low voices or staring intently, obviously showing great interest in this open class.

What surprised Zhong Yuemin the most was the slightly cunning smiling face in the crowd - Zheng Tong, who was giving him a meaningful smile with a look that said "Your grandson is in for a good show today".

Seeing Zheng Tong's gloating expression, Zhong Yuemin felt a little uneasy, wondering what was going on. But no matter what, since he had come here, he could only face it head-on.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, walked through the crowd, and entered the computer classroom. As soon as he entered the door, a tense atmosphere hit him. The originally spacious classroom was full of people, and even the aisles were crowded with students and teachers. Their eyes were all focused on the podium, as if waiting for something important to happen.

Zhong Yuemin muttered to himself as he walked into the classroom and back out. Zhong Yuemin looked at the door number and confirmed the classroom number and course name at the door again. Everything was correct. This was indeed his "A Brief History of Science" open class.

Confused, he pushed the door open, then stepped out as if to confirm something, checked the doorplate again, and stepped in again after confirming that it was correct.

"Everyone, am I in the right classroom?" Zhong Yuemin's voice rang out in the noisy classroom, with a hint of self-mockery and confusion. "This class is indeed an open class of "A Brief History of Science". Did I miss some important notice and the course has changed?"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom, followed by whispers among the students and teachers.

Just when the atmosphere in the classroom was slightly relaxed due to Zhong Yuemin's question, the voice of a middle-aged teacher was like thunder out of the blue, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

He stood up and looked at Zhong Yuemin with a sharp gaze, questioning in his tone. "You are Mr. Zhong who taught the history of science, right?"

Zhong Yuemin was surprised when he heard this, but he nodded calmly and replied, "Yes, I am Zhong Yuemin. Teacher, do you have any questions or suggestions?"

The middle-aged teacher's expression did not ease, but became more solemn. He snorted coldly and spoke sharply. "In the last open class on the history of science, Teacher Zhong seemed to have some complaints about the teachers and students of our history department, saying that our history teachers did not teach well and the students did not learn well? Did you say that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the classroom froze instantly. The students looked at each other, and the teachers had their own thoughts.

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking: This is really the case of "Once you are in the arena, you have no choice!" I was wondering why there were so many people? It turns out they are here to call for punishment.

Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner turmoil, and said sincerely, "First of all, I want to make it clear that I have never meant to belittle or belittle any subject or teacher or student. Although the history of science and the history subject have different focuses, they are both the crystallization of human wisdom and deserve our common respect and learning. In the last class, I may have expressed myself inappropriately, which caused misunderstandings to the teachers and students of the history department. I am deeply sorry for this."

After Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, he bowed. He was not afraid of anything, but he felt it was unnecessary.

Zhong Yuemin paused, looked at everyone present, and continued, "I have always believed that there is an inextricable connection between the history of science and history. The development of science is inseparable from the accumulation of history, and the writing of history is inseparable from the support of science. We study the history of science not only to understand the development of science, but also to draw wisdom from it and promote exchanges and integration between different disciplines."

Zhong Yuemin's words were indeed beautiful and his attitude was quite sincere. He wanted to use this method to calm the situation, but unfortunately, the teachers in the history department did not buy it. They began to question Zhong Yuemin.

"You only admit your mistakes now, so what were you doing before that?"

"Yeah, I heard you were pretty impressive in the last class!"

"If apologies are useful, what is the point of the police?"

More than a dozen teachers from the history department spoke at once, and everyone expressed dissatisfaction with Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin's face became more and more ugly, and he thought to himself: Do I look so easy to bully? I just don't want to offend people easily, not really afraid of offending people.

Zhong Yuemin asked with a puzzled look on his face: "History teachers, do you know what happened in the last class?"

One of the teachers replied grimly: "No matter what happened, as a teacher, it is wrong for you to speak like this!"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Teachers, we are all intellectuals, educated and reasonable people. Can you please stop scolding like a shrew? This is really embarrassing, don't you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, students from other departments in the audience couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The middle-aged teacher was so angry that his face turned black. Anyone would be angry if they were compared to a shrew, right? He stared at Zhong Yuemin with his eyes wide open and asked loudly, "Teacher Zhong, then can you tell us what happened in the last class?"

Zhong Yuemin recounted the incident slowly. "That student asked, 'Teacher Zhong, as far as I know, many words seem to be translated from Japanese. I think admitting the facts does not necessarily mean boosting others' morale and destroying our own prestige. We can't deny it with a narrow national perspective, right?' Then I asked him to give an example. The student said, 'physics' for example. Teachers, do you think there is something wrong with what this student asked?"

The teachers in the history department all shook their heads to indicate that there was no problem. One of the teachers said, "No problem, what's the problem?"

Another teacher also agreed. "Yes! We must seek truth from facts. What is not ours is not ours, and we must admit this."

Zhong Yuemin, who was standing behind him, didn't want to listen anymore. He felt that he needed to take a break. How should he tell these history teachers?