Chapter 1142

"Monkey!"

Zhou Andong blurted out, especially with the smiling expression on his face, which looked like a blatant insult to the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one turned livid: "You mainlanders are all uneducated and stupid bumpkins, disgusting like bedbugs; get out of Xiangjiang, we don't welcome you."

Zhou Andong pointed at the ground with his finger: "This piece of land is China's; I am standing on the land of my own country, and no one can drive me away. It is you despicable, low-IQ Vietnamese monkeys who should get out of Xiangjiang."

Zhou Andong stared tightly at the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one, and when he said "Vietnamese monkeys," the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one's face changed drastically.

Actually, Zhou Andong was just testing him; he didn't expect this guy to really be Vietnamese.

At this time, someone noticed a dispute at the entrance of the teahouse, and many people gathered around.

People also came out of the teahouse, watching the excitement with great interest.

"Why does that young man look like Zhou Andong?"

"It is him; I also know that sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy opposite, he's a reporter."

"If you say that, I understand; Zhou Andong is a famous patriotic businessman, and these reporters... hehe..."

"Looking at the faces of those reporters, they don't seem very happy."

"Zhou Andong is a businessman, that's true, but his eloquence and knowledge, everyone who watches the news knows. If these reporters run into him, it would be strange if they could take advantage."

"Brother, I just arrived; what did they say?"

"That sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy cursed Zhou Andong as an uneducated and stupid bumpkin and told him to roll back to the mainland. Zhou Andong said, this is China's land; I am standing on the land of my own country, and no one can drive him away."

"Zhou Andong is right; standing on the land of his own country, who can drive him away?"

"Hey, guess what Zhou Andong said?"

A few who arrived late asked in unison: "What did he say?"

"Zhou Andong said, it is you despicable, low-IQ Vietnamese monkeys who should roll out of Xiangjiang. Look at the faces of that bunch of guys; Zhou Andong must have hit the nail on the head, they are Vietnamese."

"Damn it, so this bunch of grandsons are Vietnamese; no wonder they are always stirring up trouble and destroying our relationship with the mainland."

"Brother, you're from the mainland, right?"

"Ah? I've been working in Xiangjiang for more than three years; can you tell?"

"Hahaha..."

Many people heard his words and laughed heartily.

"We are all speaking Cantonese; only you are speaking Mandarin. If we couldn't tell, wouldn't we really be mentally disabled?"

"Hehehe... hometown sounds are hard to change, hometown sounds are hard to change."

"Brother, you didn't change it at all."

"These reporters are the most fucking disgusting."

This brother whose hometown sounds were hard to change cursed again.

At this time, a guy standing beside the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one pointed at Zhou Andong's nose and said very arrogantly.

"I am a genuine Xiangjiang person, born and raised here."

Speaking of this, he patted the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one on the shoulder: "Although he has Vietnamese blood, he is now a Xiangjiang person. We genuine Xiangjiang people have all accepted them and haven't said to let them roll out; what the fuck are you, a Northerner?"

"I also want to tell you, we just don't want your dictatorship; we will never agree, and we will fight you to the end forever. This is our home, not yours; we decide everything here ourselves."

Zhou Andong narrowed his eyes and stomped his feet: "The territory under my feet is China's, and it is indivisible, but it does not include you garbage.

You want freedom, you want democracy, you want the separation of powers, you want pluralism; that's no problem, think whatever you want, it's all fine.

But you must note that the land under your feet is China's, and it is an indivisible part. If you admit you are Chinese, then we will admit you; if you don't admit it, it doesn't matter.

There are many of us Chinese, and we don't lack you. But the land is China's, and the land must return; this is our unwavering determination."

"Good!"

The revolutionary whose hometown sounds were hard to change shouted "good" at the top of his lungs, clapping his hands desperately in excitement.

Immediately after, applause rang out. Most Xiangjiang people during this period were patriotic.

Zhou Andong's words indeed spoke to their hearts; this piece of land is China's.

It doesn't matter how some black sheep think; the land must return to the embrace of the motherland.

At this time, Xiangjiang people had no nationality; they only had British Overseas Citizen status, but no right of abode in the UK.

So many people had a sense of home and country, hoping to go home and have a normal national identity, rather than being second-class citizens.

For example, among Xiangjiang artists, there are pieces of shit, but the patriotic ones are the majority.

Before the return, many people wanted to emigrate because of anxiety and fear.

But these stars publicly stated that they were Chinese and would not leave.

Especially Anita Mui, who directly tore up her foreign passport and indicated her position to stay in Hong Kong.

Her actions moved many people and also played a role in stabilizing people's hearts.

Zhou Andong cupped his hands and bowed to the surroundings: "A tree thousands of feet high still has roots; only by understanding where the roots are will the heart have a destination. My roots are on the other side of the sea, and your roots are also there. We share the same roots and ancestors, so naturally, we must be of one heart and walk together.

The motherland has a vast land of 9.6 million square kilometers; I sincerely hope that Xiangjiang compatriots can go and take a walk, take a look, and then you will find how vast the mountains and rivers are and how broad your stage is.

Step across the Shenzhen River; where the heart belongs is home. The future of the motherland and Xiangjiang is entrusted to every young generation of us. I sincerely hope that Xiangjiang's young people will read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles, learn more history, and understand more about the national situation.

I hope even more that more and more Xiangjiang compatriots can realize their life value in the mainland. Actively participate in the process of the country's development, progress, and the great rejuvenation of the nation.

The motherland will definitely become your home that shelters you from the wind and rain, the source of strength, and the broad stage for achieving dreams. We watch over and help each other, move forward hand in hand, and the feelings of home and country are passed on from one generation of Xiangjiang people to another.

I believe that by then, you will definitely be very proud to announce to the whole world, 'I am a Chinese Xiangjiang person,' and this will definitely become your glory."

The scene suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit eerie.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one and his accomplices had mocking smiles on their faces and were about to say something.

"Whoosh..."

Applause like a tidal wave rang out, and even inside the teahouse, applause rang out, lasting for a long time.

Jian Qiu grabbed Zhou Andong's hand tightly; at this moment, in her eyes, in her world, there was only Zhou Andong.