Chapter 1317: Poison Pill Plan

"Good!"

Elder Jian slapped the desk excitedly; Zhao Yujing's remarks simply couldn't withstand scrutiny.

This article was written well, with reason and evidence, refuting Zhao Yujing's remarks until they were completely shredded.

Especially these past few days, more and more people were supporting Zhao Yujing, strongly advocating for fully opening up the food market and denying the demarcation of the 1.8 billion mu arable land red line.

It was just that Elder Jian, looking at this article, felt the writing style was very familiar no matter how he looked at it.

When he saw the signature "Shuai Dong" at the end of the article, the corners of his mouth twitched.

In the eyes of many, Zhou Andong was a fighter; there was nothing he dared not say, and nothing he dared not write.

And his writing style was sharp, his personal style too obvious; as long as one liked him or was familiar with him,

no matter what mask Zhou Andong wore, one could definitely tell at a glance that the article was written by him.

Immediately after, Elder Jian laughed; this grandson-in-law of his was good at everything, had ability and talent, but just had no shame.

The old man picked up the cigarette at his side, lit it, and then lowered his head to continue reading.

Next, let's take off the professor's halo from Zhao Yujing's head, peel off that layer of skin on his outside, and see how filthy he is inside.

Every year, the Economic Research Institute of the College of Agriculture accepts a donation of two million US dollars from the International Republican Institute.

And Zhao Yujing, as a council member of the institute and a well-known professor, could get one-fifth of the two million US dollar donation all by himself.

Therefore, I deeply suspect that his hard work in advocating the benefits of fully opening up the food market and promoting the theory that farming is useless actually has ulterior motives.

Some people might ask, Zhao Yujing is a professor, famous and prestigious, virtuous and respected; what ulterior motives could he have?

And what is this International Republican Institute doing?

Why would it donate so much money to the Economic Research Institute of the College of Agriculture?

There is no free lunch in this world, and pies won't fall from the sky.

Moreover, foreigners aren't that generous to give you two million US dollars for no reason.

But foreigners just gave it; why is that?

Is everyone very puzzled? Is everyone very confused?

Then now I will peel off the skin of this International Republican Institute and see what on earth it is.

Why does it donate two million US dollars to the Economic Research Institute of the College of Agriculture every year?

And mentioning this International Republican Institute, one has to mention the Poison Pill Plan.

The so-called Poison Pill Plan is to control through capital and lure through values.

It comprehensively influences and interferes in the cultural fields of countries around the world. Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, the main opponent of the US was the Soviet Union, and the main strategic resource investment was also aimed at the Soviet Union.

Besides military confrontation, the US and Europe's ideological and cultural offensive against the Soviet Union was even more fierce and ruthless.

Through various means, it ultimately destroyed the Soviet elite's belief in the future.

This Poison Pill Plan was formulated by the International Republican Institute.

Behind those so-called public intellectuals, professors, and country-haters in the country, there are shadows of the International Republican Institute.

So I seriously suspect that Zhao Yujing has already betrayed his country and become a running dog of the US and Western countries.

The two million US dollars in funding provided by the International Republican Institute to the Economic Research Institute of the College of Agriculture every year

is also not for scientific research, but activity funds provided to people like Zhao Yujing.

It is for the sake of destroying our culture just like they destroyed the former Soviet Union.

And those who can do this are those cultural traitors who have been bought, like Zhao Yujing.

Perhaps everyone will think I am alarmist, but the facts are right here; the former Soviet Union is our warning.

Therefore, we must be vigilant against the enemy implementing the Poison Pill Plan in our country, because this will seriously endanger national security and cultural security.

Seeing this, Elder Jian frowned, and immediately after, he read the second half again.

He always felt that this second half was a bit subtle, some things were written vaguely, unsatisfactory, making people feel a fire in their hearts after reading it but unable to vent it.

It was as if the first half had already drawn the sword from the scabbard, sharp and exposed.

This second half should have swung the sword to slash all enemies.

But it suddenly sheathed the sword and hid the sharpness.

Although it still looked sharp, it gave people a feeling of being unfinished.

Immediately after, Elder Jian understood and shook his head helplessly.

He had to find a chance to tell Man Man Laoyezi Liu that in the future, when encountering such good commentary articles,

don't be so rigid; deleting and trimming makes people feel uncomfortable reading it.

Elder Jian put down the white paper in his hand, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and felt a bit tired.

He stood up, moved his body, and then opened the window to let in some air.

Immediately, cold air rushed toward his face; it was truly too cold, and the old man shivered and hurriedly closed the window again.

Then he gave a bitter smile and said with great emotion: "I'm old!"

If this were when he was young, lying in a snowdrift for half a day would be fine.

The old man sighed, sat down, and picked up another newspaper.

"Although the hero is late in his years, he must never be bullied!"

This headline once again attracted the old man's attention.

As an anti-Japanese war veteran who survived the flames of war, he was most sensitive to such headlines.

It was just that a photo above made the old man freeze.

The background seemed to be a station, and there were people all around, but the photo was very clear.

An old man leaning on a cane, and opposite him stood a staff member in uniform.

Most importantly, beside the old man leaning on the cane, there was also a young man.

Although it was a side profile, Elder Jian recognized at a glance that it was Zhou Andong.

"This kid, he really is everywhere."

Elder Jian shook his head slightly, muttered a sentence, and then continued reading.

The victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan was a great victory of the people's war.

The People's Liberation Army and the masses of the people forged the great spirit of the War of Resistance Against Japan with blood and life.

We must remember the glorious history of the War of Resistance Against Japan, cherish the memory of the revolutionary martyrs, and inherit and carry forward the spirit of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Inherit the red gene, do not forget the original intention, keep the mission in mind, and strive for the construction of a new era of China.

However, with the passage of time, the traces of war have gradually faded.

Now, who can still remember those heroes who gave their precious lives and youth for this country and nation?

"Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood." We enjoy the blessings brought to us by those predecessors who disregarded their lives.

But some people take it for granted and have completely erased their achievements.

This makes me feel painful while also feeling an unprecedented sadness.

Just a few days ago, because of a business trip, I was very fortunate to run into Zhou Andong at the Jingcheng Railway Station.

But before I could even say hello, another incident occurred that made me feel exceptionally angry. ===== CHAPTER 1318 =====