Chapter 1074
"Have you read the newspapers from the last two days?" Wu Ying pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and continued: "We underestimated Zhou Andong; his influence among teenagers, especially university students, is too great.
Originally we had the upper hand, but who could have thought that the wind direction would change overnight; the current public opinion is too unfavorable for us. Last night I held a meeting with Old Sun and the others from the association, and we are temporarily lying low, waiting until this wave passes before talking again."
The association she spoke of was the Literature and Art Association, which aims to promote the development of literature and art, and serves to carry out exchange activities for those engaged in literary and artistic theoretical research across the two straits and four regions.
It was established to promote the development of literature and art between the mainland and Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, to promote economic and social harmony and human progress, and to inherit and carry forward the excellent culture of the Chinese nation.
The purpose of this association is good and positive, but no matter how good a place is, it is inevitable that it will harbor filth. Especially when it involves the two straits and four regions, it is very easy for people to use it as a cover for literary and artistic exchanges.
And Wu Ying, Zhang Wengong, and that so-called Old Sun were the ones who were captured by sugar-coated bullets during various literary and artistic exchanges. Of course, their yearning for Western civilization and capitalism was also real; otherwise, they wouldn't have accepted the sugar-coated bullets.
"But!" Wu Ying continued: "We cannot just sit and wait for death like this, letting Zhou Andong be so proud. He ordered his subordinates to beat up a returning Chinese merchant; such a heinous thing, we must make use of it.
In this matter, he has no way to wash himself clean, and he can't wash it white. As long as we hold the moral high ground and question his crimes, those ignorant young people who have been brainwashed by him will definitely return to our camp."
Zhang Chenggong nodded perfunctorily: "I saw it; there are several comrades in the circle who are criticizing Zhou Andong by grasping this issue."
"Right!" Wu Ying said: "That was arranged by Old Sun; let's see the reaction first, and then concentrate our strength to launch an attack on Zhou Andong."
Speaking of this matter, it is indeed very tempting, but Zhang Chenggong didn't think much of it.
When this matter was reported before, it indeed pushed Zhou Andong to the forefront of the storm.
If he were that Chinese merchant, he would definitely take advantage of this opportunity to add fuel to the fire, making the fire burn even brighter.
Because the brighter the fire burns, the greater the extent of Zhou Andong's compromise and concession will be, which will be more favorable to his own demands.
But looking at it now, that Chinese merchant named Song Ziyi suddenly vanished, and there hasn't been any news for the past two days.
Where there is something abnormal, there must be a demon; if he, Zhang Chenggong, who has practiced for decades, couldn't even see this little problem, he would have fallen on his face long ago, damn it.
"I came today, firstly to see your injury." Wu Ying picked up an orange and started peeling it, "Secondly, you write an article targeting Zhou Andong for ordering his subordinates to beat up a returning Chinese merchant.
Because you are a literature professor at Beijing Normal University, your weight is heavy enough, and it will definitely attract higher attention and importance from society. You throw out the brick to attract the jade, and then we will follow up."
"Let me consider it!"
Zhang Chenggong sneered in his heart; you really take me for a fool, letting me charge in the front while you hide in the back?
If things are smooth sailing, you come out to fight a smooth battle, but if there is the slightest sign of trouble, you scatter in a rush, letting me take the blame; how can there be such a good thing in the world.
"What is there to consider?" Wu Ying was a bit dissatisfied: "If we don't seize the present, once Zhou Andong completely turns the tables, we won't have a chance."
"It's not that I'm unwilling." Zhang Chenggong moved his body, and a painful expression appeared on his face: "I rolled down the stairs; although it's just an ankle fracture, there are injuries in other places, and it hurts even with the slightest movement."
Wu Ying frowned and handed the peeled orange to Zhang Chenggong: "Fine, you rest well for two days, and you also try to overcome it; write it as soon as possible, time waits for no one."
Zhang Chenggong agreed, saying he would write it as soon as his body felt a bit better.
Only then did Wu Ying leave with satisfaction; Zhang Chenggong sneered, found his manuscript and pen, and started writing.
Recently, public opinion regarding Zhou Andong and the collision between Chinese and Western culture has been rampant; I have been paying attention and thinking for a long time before deciding to write this article.
I have two points to make: First, we should be better to entrepreneurs like Zhou Andong who contribute to productivity and are patriotic; they are the foundation of the country.
Second, stop using taxpayers' money to raise a bunch of writers; don't think that just because you raise them, they will naturally be your trumpeters.
It is more likely that they enjoy your treatment, benefits, and privileges, while still wanting to strive for the reputation of being anti-establishment.
We need to be more confident; if we do well, normal people will naturally praise us, and normal people are the majority.
Before I went abroad, I also thought that the moon in America was round, the air was sweet, and everything was desirable.
But when I stepped out of the country and set foot on the land of Western freedom that I had longed for.
For the first time, I doubted everything I had heard in the country about America.
I also want to advise those public intellectuals and those who hate their own country, as well as those foreign slaves who knelt down and can't get up.
When you walk out of New York's JFK Airport, you might have a black person pointing a gun at your head.
When you come to London, you will find that the subway is full of homeless people wearing rags and reeking of stench.
The moment you get your wallet stolen in Paris, you will recognize the real West.
Conversely, you will also re-recognize our motherland.
Therefore, I don't think Xie Fusheng is a hateful person; on the contrary, he is somewhat pitiful.
Because no matter how famous he is or how many literary awards he has won, his spiritual world still remains in the despair of the sixties and seventies, remaining in scar literature.
And the young people of today are different; what the new generation is witnessing now is a new history of a new China where danger and opportunity coexist...
This article was eloquent and could have five or six thousand words; after finishing it, Zhang Chenggong read it again and again.
He knew very well that once this article was published, he would be regarded as a traitor by those public intellectuals and those who hate their own country, and would be verbally attacked by them.
But he didn't care anymore; as long as such a positive article could cause a reaction, perhaps it could make the school reduce his punishment and keep his professional title.
At the same time, the big brother who gave away drinks for free two days ago, holding a newspaper, excitedly got into a Crown car.
"Brother Zuo, look, I'm in the newspaper."
Zhang Zuo, with a cigarette in his mouth and his legs crossed, sat in the car and reached out to take the newspaper to look.
"Well done; when Zhou Andong comes back, I'll take you to meet him."
"Thank you, Brother Zuo, for your cultivation!"
Zhang Zuo patted the young man on the shoulder: "Work hard, let the brothers put in some effort; as long as you find good houses and reach a deal, there will definitely be benefits for you."
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