Chapter 1073

The next day, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu arranged for Dong Herong and Gong Juhua to meet.

As for those two poems by Zhou Andong, they were reprinted by major media outlets across the country and truly became a massive hit throughout the land.

The names of Yan Qidong and Xie Fusheng, along with these two poems, completely exploded beyond the circle of Yangcheng.

The day before yesterday, the speech Zhou Andong gave during his interview with reporters also completely fermented.

It was truly that final passage; it had too much lethality for the young people of today, especially university students.

As long as one has a patriotic heart, anyone who reads it will feel their blood boil.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in front of the gate of Beijing Normal University, quite a few students gathered, and then, led by Jiang Yeye, they began to walk onto the main streets to distribute flyers.

Printed on them were the brilliant passages from Zhou Andong's speech, as well as reminders not to be obsequious to foreign powers and to be vigilant against Western cultural aggression and ideological trends.

Most importantly, at the bottom, there were more than thirty names labeled as traitors, and the first one was Xie Fusheng.

Besides the painting "Foreign Slave," next to it was the poem "Gift to Xie Fusheng."

The reason Xie Fusheng was placed first was that this guy was the luckiest; not only did someone paint a picture for him, but Zhou Andong also specifically wrote a poem to praise him.

Zhou Andong's die-hard fans from Beijing Normal University were handing out flyers, while Zhou Andong's die-hard fans from Tsinghua University were shouting slogans supporting Zhou Andong as they also took to the streets.

This thing is contagious; immediately following were those from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and then students from other schools joined in, with the scale growing larger and larger.

They shouted slogans in unison about patriotism, supporting Zhou Andong, and severely punishing traitors, and finally, they began to sing the national anthem.

"Arise! Ye who refuse to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood become our new Great Wall. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time, every person is forced to let out their final roar..."

Such a scene made passersby stop and watch one after another; those who had read the newspapers to understand the situation began to explain it to the people around them.

Then, passersby began to join in, singing the national anthem along with them; that scene, no matter who saw it, would feel their blood burning along with it.

At this moment, a young man shouted loudly: "Those traitors and foreign slaves have been inciting us to boycott Zhou Andong, not to drink Jiang Xiaobai, not to drink Iced Bing Hong Cha, and not to drink Future Cola.

But we insist on supporting Zhou Andong, and we insist on drinking Jiang Xiaobai, Iced Bing Hong Cha, and Future Cola. If we don't support a patriotic entrepreneur like Zhou Andong, are we supposed to support those traitors and foreign slaves?"

"Support Zhou Andong, support Yugong Group!"

"Support Zhou Andong, support Yugong Group!"

"..."

The shouting rose and fell; in the crowd, a big brother wearing a large gold chain, with a green tattoo clearly visible on his exposed wrist, was also holding his mobile phone up and shouting along, looking quite excited and thrilled.

After shouting for a while, he felt thirsty, turned around and entered a small shop nearby, bought a bottle of Future Cola, and after drinking it, he stared at the cola in his hand in a daze for a while.

"Boss, move all the Iced Bing Hong Cha and Future Cola you have here outside, and give them to those brothers outside to drink for free; it's my treat."

When the boss heard there was such a good thing, he turned around and called out his son, daughter, and wife, moving the drinks out box by box, and then placing them on the side of the road.

The big brother stood on a box of drinks and shouted loudly: "Brothers, supporting Zhou Andong means doing something practical; I'm treating everyone to Iced Bing Hong Cha and Future Cola, so come over and take some if you're thirsty."

The big brother's actions immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax.

"Thank you, big brother!"

"Wishing the boss great wealth!"

Amidst the blessings and thanks, the big brother stole the show and was almost floating; this feeling was truly too great. And this scene was also captured by reporters.

Over the next two days, this situation intensified, and the sales of Iced Bing Hong Cha and Future Cola soared, and even the sales of Jiang Xiaobai and Yugong Liquor moved up a level.

This completely baffled those public intellectuals and those who hate their own country; their goal was very clear, which was to smear Zhou Andong, kill off Zhou Andong, make the liquor and beverages under the Yugong Group unsellable, and finally force them into bankruptcy.

They thought they had great influence among young people. But only now did they realize that they had overestimated themselves and underestimated Zhou Andong regarding their influence among teenagers, especially university students.

This is a classic case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice; instead of smearing and bringing down Zhou Andong, they actually caused the sales of his liquor and beverages to soar.

While feeling depressed, they were also afraid; the commotion was truly too big, and they didn't even dare to go out during the day. If they were to be bagged and beaten by someone, they wouldn't even be able to find the culprit.

Then, one by one, they tucked their heads into their shells, and the voices opposing Zhou Andong, criticizing Zhou Andong, and cursing Zhou Andong suddenly vanished.

In the news media, there was only one voice left, and that was the voice supporting Zhou Andong, criticizing obsequiousness to foreign powers, and being vigilant against Western cultural invasion.

For a time, the wind direction changed drastically, and those public intellectuals and those who hate their own country were shouted down by everyone.

Of course, there were also those who were stubborn and unconvinced, clinging to the matter of Zhou Andong ordering his subordinates to beat up a returning Chinese merchant.

Many people believed that this would become a stain on Zhou Andong's life that could never be washed away.

And Zhang Wengong, who was lying in the hospital, felt waves of lingering fear in his heart.

Fortunately, he had rolled down the stairs and had not participated in the siege against Zhou Andong.

Otherwise, his current situation would be even more difficult.

Holding the newspaper in his hand, he felt that life in the future would probably be very difficult.

It was impossible to be a professor anymore, but he had to eat in the future; what should he do?

Thinking and thinking, he suddenly sat up; since it is now dangerous to promote American and Western culture, then I will promote patriotism to restore my image, and in the future, giving lectures to primary and middle school students or something will also allow me to make a living.

Just as he was thinking about things, the hospital room door was knocked.

"Come in!"

The hospital room door was pushed open, and a woman wearing thick nearsighted glasses, dressed in a navy blue cadre uniform, with short hair, and probably around fifty years old, walked in.

"Old Zhang, I just heard that you had an accident."

The woman was carrying a bag of fruit, which she placed on the cabinet.

"How are you feeling now?"

Seeing the woman, Zhang Wengong's expression was a bit unnatural.

"Ankle fracture, needs rest; it probably won't be better for two or three months."

"Look at you!" The woman sat on a stool: "How old are you, and you aren't even careful when walking; how did you manage to roll down the stairs?"

This woman was named Wu Ying, and she was a deputy division-level cadre in a certain agency; her children and husband had already gone abroad, leaving only her behind in the country.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go out, but that she couldn't, because she had to stay in the country to make money; otherwise, what would her husband and children abroad spend?

Zhang Wengong didn't speak, but in his heart, he felt that although he had rolled down the stairs, he had also temporarily escaped the school's punishment.

Giving himself time to breathe could be considered a blessing in disguise.