Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"We Chinese want to control our own destiny!"

"We're going to have our own bridge!"

"We don't want to be manipulated by ghosts!"

The crowd shouted.

Crackling!

Spotlight burst.

Media reporters filmed the scene.

For the first time, Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others felt the excitement brought by Shi Zhijian.

yes,

This is Hong Kong. Is it so difficult for us to build a bridge of our own?

A mere 130 seats can decide the life or death of this bridge?

"Grand Che has said it all, and the siege of Baideng will be resolved! Our bridge will definitely be built!"

"Trust Mr. Che, trust Mr. Shi!"

"Long live the Hong Kong-Macau Bridge!"

"Long live Mr. Shi!"

People's emotions were ignited and became extremely intense.

The surrounding media have recorded these and reported them.

Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others looked at the scene in front of them and exchanged glances. Everyone finally understood why Shi Zhijian came to Chegong Temple today to pray for blessings and draw lots——

"People's heart is water, and water can carry a boat and capsize it!"

Shi Zhijian wants to use the hearts of the four million people in Hong Kong to oppose the British Hong Kong government's parliament of more than one hundred people!

At this time, only Li Hao, who is not well-educated, is still leaning on his crutches, wondering: "What do the words on the winning lottery mean? Dawei is my horse boy, and Xiwei is his brother—isn't Weiren Weiwei?" Wei, are you talking about them? When did they sign up?! And what the **** is Bai Deng breaking through?!"

…

Stab it!

Mai Lihao tore the newspaper in his hand to pieces.

Bailiqu leaned on his civilized stick and said behind him: "This Shi Zhijian has a heart to punish, and he is clearly using the people's hearts to fight against you and me! Against our British Empire!"

"This is his usual trick, you and I should have known it earlier!" Mai Lihao snorted and sat down on the sofa.

The servant next to him brought coffee for him.

Mai Lihao waved his hand and let the servant go down.

Bailiqu sat down opposite Mai Lihao, and said: "Now the situation is very clear. What was originally just a conflict over a bridge has turned into a conflict between the Chinese in Hong Kong and our British Empire's control. These little lambs, prepare to Rebellion—in my opinion, we should have planned earlier."

Mai Lihao glanced at Bailiqu: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

It was only then that Bailiqu realized that he had overstepped his status due to complacency, so he hurriedly explained: "How dare you! I'm just giving you advice and sharing your worries!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I hope you can still abide by your duty!"

"Yes!" Bailiqu knew that Mai Lihao was angry, so he couldn't say anything more.

"Chinese people believe in Fengshui and metaphysics. Shi Zhijian took advantage of this very cleverly. A Chegong temple worships the gods, and a fortune-telling booth draws lots. They directly take advantage of people's hearts and make people think that this bridge must be built, but I just can't do what he wants. Because I am the Governor of Hong Kong, if I admit defeat, I will lose face to our British Empire. How can we manage Hong Kong in the future, and how can we go back to London to report on our duties?!" Mai Lihao took a sip of coffee worriedly, "So now we have to How do you deal with the hearts of those four million people?"

"Simple!" Bailiqu wrote lightly, "Put it on the shelf and ignore it!"

After a pause, he continued: "The Chinese believe that the people will be invincible, but they have forgotten that it is not the Chinese who manage Hong Kong, but us British. We British pay attention to the divine right of kings and the spirit of contract! Even if they have four hundred So what about the hearts of the people? As long as we control the parliament, this proposal will not pass!"

Mai Lihao nodded: "I hope so!"

He picked up the coffee again, but vaguely felt that things didn't seem that simple.

…

London, England-

The Times, inside the editor's office.

"Dear editor-in-chief, this is a newspaper mailed from Hong Kong, and there are some very precious materials!"

"What is it about?"

"Hong Kong people want to build a bridge, but the Governor of Hong Kong refuses to allow it."

"Oh, then don't fix it—Hong Kong people are always busy!"

"But what these materials reflect is different," the man licked his lips and said, "Hong Kong people should have their own power, and we British should not be dictatorial! Besides, we are the most civilized race in the world!"

The editor-in-chief was a little impatient, "Damn Hong Kong people always have so many things! These materials are also true, why are you making it so serious?"

"Then would you like to take a closer look?"

"What are you looking at? Just put it there!" The editor-in-chief didn't even want to take a look.

The man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so he leaned forward and said in a very relaxed voice: "These newspapers are sent by Earl Jester!"

"Huh?" The editor-in-chief was taken aback for a moment, and finally raised his head.

The Earl of Jester, Sir Henry, and Sir Felvendi are the famous British Three Bitches, oh no, now they are the Three Musketeers!

Not only does she run Shinhwa Entertainment, but she also participates in investing in many large-scale projects, and the money is too much to spend!

"And these precious materials..." the man said again, "it was sent by His Royal Highness Wilson!"

Plop!

The editor-in-chief almost fell from his seat, his eyes widened: "What are you talking about? Your Highness Wilson?"

As the royal family of the British Empire, His Royal Highness Wilson is not only wealthy, but also inherited all the inheritance of Edward VIII. He is also one of the best figures among the British nobles. Some people even say that if His Royal Highness Wilson is willing, the next King of the British Empire, he You can also fight for it.

The editor-in-chief hurriedly sat down, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, rubbed the corners of his eyes vigorously, then put them on again, looked at the materials and said: "Since it was sent by His Majesty, it must be extremely precious Slightly, I will study it carefully and ponder it patiently!"

…

Paris France.

France Television —

"This is a fax from Hong Kong~www.readwn.com~ It's some reports about the people of Hong Kong resisting the oppression of the British colonists!"

"Huh? How did the incident over there spread to France?" the director of the TV station held the faxed materials and asked in amazement.

"These were arranged by President Mark and Sir Brown. It is said that they are good friends of Hong Kong Shi Zhijian!"

"Hong Kong Shi Zhijian?" The director seemed to have thought of something, and he immediately cheered up, "I understand, I will definitely report it truthfully! The headline is that France supports the people of Hong Kong in building their own bridge! Resist the colonial rule of the British Empire!"

So much so that the French people, who have always been at odds with the British, can finally watch a good show this time!

Don't you British flaunt the nation and freedom?

So let us see in France, how democratic and free are you bastards?

Even a bridge is not willing to let the people of Hong Kong build it, I will give you a lung!