Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

After nearly three months, the impact of various natural disasters such as storms, earthquakes and tsunamis around the world has finally subsided.

According to the statistics of the United Nations, the global loss has reached an astonishing 4 trillion US dollars, and this is only preliminary statistics, not to mention the immeasurable casualties such as people and livestock.

It can be predicted that in the next two or three years at least, the global economy will enter a recovery phase, and it will take at least ten years for many countries to recover from this devastated disaster.

But just as the countries were busy cleaning up their mess, a piece of news shocked the whole world.

Qiao Jing received a call from Qiao Cunzhi at one o'clock in the morning.

He was already asleep at that time, and was woken up in the middle of the night. The black-haired young man who was angry about getting up had a hoarse voice, and his face was not very good-looking: "Dad, it's so late, what's the matter?"

And Qiao Cunzhi just said a word to him, and Qiao Jing woke up instantly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat on the bed blankly for a long time, not even realizing that he had subconsciously held his breath—until his chest felt dull and uncomfortable due to lack of oxygen, Qiao Jing remembered that he almost I forgot to breathe.

"What you said...is it true!?"

He had always been indifferent, but after hearing the news, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Qiao Cunzhi: "I'm sure."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing was still in disbelief.

008, who was lying on the pillow next to him, raised his head in a daze, and asked, "What happened?"

Qiao Jing didn't answer it immediately.

It wasn't until the little black cat was frightened by his expression that it gently pushed his knees with its paws, Qiao Jing then lowered his head, tightly clenched the quilt covering his body, and even his knuckles turned white from too much force.

"You're right," he said hoarsely, "something happened."

"—and, it's an earth-shattering event."

Capital time, seven o'clock in the morning.

After a long journey, the tightly protected cultural relics container was finally carefully removed from the transport vehicle by the staff.The cultural relic experts who had been waiting for a long time made a detailed inspection of it immediately. Several gray-haired old men stood side by side in front of the cultural relic, with excited faces and tears in their eyes.

"Have you selected the performer?" After checking, one of them turned to ask the staff next to him.

The staff member nodded: "I've been waiting in the next room, and I'll come over to test the sound later. Please rest assured that there will be no problems at the scene, and the cultural relics will be returned to the Provincial Museum as they are."

"That's good," the old expert nodded repeatedly, "That's good."

He reluctantly put away the magnifying glass in his hand, and finally turned his head to take a look at the handed down treasure consisting of 65 bronze chimes and witnessing a long history of more than 500 years——

Zeng Houyi chimes the bell.

Capital time, eight o'clock in the morning.

Today is Monday, the morning of a weekday, and it is a busy time.

Bie Ge yawned, and leaned lazily on his seat. Seeing that the boss hadn't come yet, and most of the writers under him were night owls, they wouldn't get up at this hour, so he secretly picked up his mobile phone, ready to scan WeChat Bo, fishing with pay.

"Hey, why can't I go in?"

He looked suspiciously at the blank Weibo after clicking it, and switched the network with some doubts, but found that he still couldn't access it.

Ask the colleagues around you, and they all look the same.

That means it shouldn't be a problem with the Internet, don't think about it, could it be another couple in the entertainment industry who broke up or got married?

He recalled the previous times when Weibo was paralyzed, and felt that the possibility of such a thing happening was very high.

In this case, don't just ignore it.He put his phone aside and began to work in peace.

After waiting for work for almost an hour, when he picked up his mobile phone again, he found that Weibo still could not be accessed.

"How long has it been?" He glanced at Liu Huayi who was frowning at the financial report in the office, and couldn't help but lower his voice and complain to the colleague next to him, "Why, is Weibo going to close down? This server is rotten It’s almost the same as our company.”

But the colleague did not answer him immediately.

"What's the matter with you?" Bie Ge realized that something was wrong with him, stretched out his hand and shook in front of his dumbfounded face, "Hello, what are you looking at?"

"precious……"

"Baby what?"

The colleague couldn't speak, he trembled his lips, and showed Bie Ge the Weibo page that he opened with great difficulty.

The number one in the hot search list is a bright red "explosion"——

#Treasure Island Return#

Today's Weibo made history.

There were seven "explosions" in a row in the front row, and the comments under each entry were growing crazily at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

And not only Weibo, but all major forums, post bars, short videos, and all interactive platforms that can be used for communication were all paralyzed at almost the same time!

the reason is simple--

The hundreds of millions of netizens on Huaguo Internet are all crazy.

Even not only online, they also went offline. The aunts danced "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" in the square in broad daylight. Landmark buildings and large screens at intersections in major cities were swiped by this news in turn. The square was crowded with people spontaneously running from all directions of the city, screaming and waving flowers and flags around the flagpole.

This carnival lasted for a day and a night.

In the end, the capital police had to dispatch a large number of police forces to maintain law and order, and restricted irrelevant personnel and vehicles from entering relevant areas——

However, until the last moment of the current restriction, there were still old people who were so old that they could even walk tremblingly. They were helped by their family members to the huge portrait of that person. , Kneeling down on the ground, weeping loudly.

The university’s radio station was occupied by excited students, and the howls of ghosts and wolves from the loudspeaker spread throughout the campus. Even the stray cats who usually lay lazily and dozed under the roots of the trees were awakened by the sound, not to mention the students and students who were still in class. teacher.

But even the teachers of the academic affairs office and the school leaders who had rushed here in a rage, after seeing this scene, just stood at the door of the room, watching the group of young people messing around with reddish eyes.

The principal also secretly recorded this scene with his mobile phone, and planned to save it for the graduation ceremony of this group of students.

He only hopes that when this group of children enter the society in the future, they can still remember the excitement from the heart at this moment and the clearest love for the motherland.

——It is the rarest thing to never change your original intention.

Seven o'clock that night.

The ratings of news broadcasts have reached the highest peak in recent decades. Thousands of households are sitting in front of the TV, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at the smiling, well-spoken host on the screen, unwilling to miss it. Even one word.

Those who were unable to sit at home and watch TV spontaneously gathered in places with big screens, canteens, intersections, and even the entrances of some small shops with TVs.And until they heard the most critical phrase "The return of the treasure island, the motherland has finally achieved complete reunification today", how many people were suppressed and burst into tears, standing on the street and crying uncontrollably.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, all David TV's original programs were postponed, and the Baodao flag-raising ceremony began.

Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan sat side by side on the sofa at home. A few minutes before the ceremony, Jing Xinglan had secretly observed Qiao Jing's expression - because he saw a picture of Uncle Qiao on today's news. profile.

He thought that Qiao Jing would be very excited, but in fact, the black-haired young man was still as calm as usual, and his expression did not change at all.

Jing Xinglan couldn't tell whether he was disappointed, lucky, or helpless—even such an earth-shattering event couldn't make Qiao Jing's mood fluctuate, so what could Jing Xinglan do?

But what he didn't know was that Qiao Jing had already been excited once in the middle of the night.

The ceremony begins.

Jing Xinglan quickly withdrew her mind and focused all her attention on the live TV.

When the national flag was raised above the island for the first time, as the camera moved, he spotted Qiao Cunzhi standing in the crowd in formal attire and looking up.Jing Xinglan opened her eyes slightly, and was about to turn her head to talk to Qiao Jing, when she suddenly felt a slightly cold hand firmly grasping her wrist, and the body of the object of this hand was still trembling slightly.

The man froze.

The live broadcast of the ceremony is still going on, and now the camera shows the chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng who had already been placed aside.Several performers in white gloves took mallets and walked onto the stage step by step.

Accompanied by the vibration of the bronze chimes, the ancient sounds from 500 years ago echoed again in the land across the sea.

The screen gave the name of the song just right——

"Song of the Earth", Composer: Ludwig von Einier; Lyricist: Yan Heqing.

The hand grasping Jing Xinglan's wrist tightened slightly again.

Qiao Jing pursed her lips and stared at the TV. His movements were entirely caused by subconscious tension, and had nothing to do with his rationality.But being able to do so proves that he really has a low defense against the people around him.

And Jing Xinglan, who was being held by him, slowly relaxed after a brief moment of tension.

The man curled his lower lip calmly, obviously in a good mood.

Good things come in pairs, he thought.

The performers finished the "Song of the Earth" with mallets, and soon, when the prelude to the more familiar "My Motherland" sounded, the huge [-]-member symphony orchestra behind him finally joined the performance .

Piano, violin, cello, trumpet, trombone... and the voices of the mixed choir, under the bright and gorgeous fireworks above the venue, jointly composed a magnificent chapter of prosperity.

And at this very moment, an irresistible thought popped up in Qiao Jing's mind, almost making him unable to wait—

He wanted to write a story about mortals in this world.