Chapter 1976

After deciding on the venue issue, the notice that Zhou Andong, Chairman of the Yugong Group, would give a lecture at the small square of the Central Academy of Fine Arts on Sunday afternoon at 4:00 PM was posted at the school gate and on the school bulletin board.

The next day, the student union began to organize manpower to build the stage. After all, it was the Academy of Fine Arts. Even if it was a simple stage one meter high built outside, it must have some fancy tricks; otherwise, it would be too sorry for the reputation of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Behind the stage, a huge canvas three meters high and 1.8 meters wide was set up, and three girls spent more than seven hours painting Zhou Andong's image from his "I speak for myself" advertisement on it.

And on both sides of the stage, many drawing boards were placed, with Zhou Andong's quotes written on them in art fonts.

Others went to various teachers' offices to collect flower pots, and even the principal didn't escape.

Then, various flower pots of different heights and sizes were placed on the edge of the stage.

This made it feel even better than indoors, which made everyone very satisfied.

While the Central Academy of Fine Arts was making preparations, Yang Luo and Jian Qiu went to the branch company of Qiudongfang to inspect.

At the same time, the news that companies like Sony and Mitsubishi committed fraud, causing the collapse of the reputation of Japan's manufacturing industry and causing a major earthquake in the stock market, was also overwhelming.

It could be said that Japan at this time attracted the eyes of the whole world.

Some people who had been watching were already starting to move.

It's just that the Japanese stock market was closed on Saturday and Sunday. Even if they had any ideas, they had to wait until Monday.

However, what was surprising was that whether it was these companies like Sony or the Japanese government.

Except for holding a press conference on Thursday morning and saying some irrelevant things, there was no movement.

Logically speaking, the reputation of your Japanese manufacturing industry was collapsed by these companies like Sony.

They could be turtles, but the Japanese government shouldn't be, especially the major earthquake in the stock market.

Don't they take advantage of the weekend break to release good news, and wait for Monday to open and continue to fall?

No one knew what the Japanese government was doing. Perhaps they still had confidence in the stock market.

June 5, 1994, the 26th day of the fourth lunar month, Sunday!

As soon as Zhou Andong entered the restaurant, he saw Zhou Anqin sitting there eating.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Andong walked over and sat beside Zhou Anqin.

"It's Friday today, why are you back?"

"There's no class today." Zhou Anqin raised her head and smiled at her big brother: "And I came back with a mission."

"Mission?" Zhou Andong took a bowl of porridge handed by Sister Wu: "What mission?"

Zhou Anqin said with a smile: "Our principal knows you're back, so he asked me to ask when I got home, hoping Chairman Zhou could spare some time to give a lecture at the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

Zhou Andong had indeed promised them, and it had been delayed for almost a year. Since they had entrusted his sister to find him, it would be a bit bad to push it off again.

"The day after tomorrow is Sunday, let's make it the day after tomorrow."

"Okay!" Zhou Anqin picked up an egg and took a bite: "I'll go back and tell the principal after I finish eating."

Zhou Andong lowered his head and took a sip of porridge: "Just make a phone call. There's no class today, so stay at home for a day."

"No!" Zhou Anqin shook her head: "I'm the Vice President of the Student Union. Your lecture is the day after tomorrow, and the time is too tight. Publicity, notification, and arranging the venue must be my responsibility."

"Vice President of the Student Union?"

Not only Zhou Andong, but even Jian Qiu didn't know about this.

"Is it the school student union or your college's student union?"

"The school's." Zhou Anqin swallowed the food in her mouth: "Originally, I didn't want to join the student union; it was Gao Xue who dragged me there. After the start of the semester after the New Year, the senior who served as the student union president was about to graduate and was very busy."

"Then, the senior sister who served as vice president was elected president. Then, inexplicably, I took over this senior sister's shift and was elected vice president."

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu looked at each other. This must be the aftereffect of those 20 million US dollars exerting force again.

The music academy sent the audio equipment over early in the morning. More than a dozen students placed four large speakers around the small square, and then began to wire and install them.

The Central Academy of Fine Arts also had audio equipment, but it was too old. It was no problem to use it indoors, but outdoors, the effect would definitely not be good.

So, last night, Zhou Anqin contacted the student union of the music academy to borrow their audio equipment.

The relationship between the two sides was originally good, and because it was for Zhou Andong's lecture, they agreed without saying a word.

Zhou Anqin and the others also got up very early, helping the music academy students who were installing the equipment.

After nine o'clock, students from other schools began to arrive, and there were even students from Tsinghua and Peking University who were far away.

At noon, students from other schools ate in the canteen of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

It tired the canteen master chef, but hearing someone praise the food for being delicious, strength immediately filled his whole body again.

By 2:00 PM, more than a thousand people had gathered in the small square, and a large number of students from other schools were still rushing over.

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu were in Dicos. An Jing knew that Zhou Andong was going to give a lecture at the Central Academy of Fine Arts today, so she also ran over.

"When do you plan to go over?" An Jing looked at the time: "It's already three o'clock."

"It's so close, why go so early?" Zhou Andong leaned against the back of the chair and took a sip of Future Cola.

Seeing Zhou Andong's indifferent look, An Jing said: "Don't you go over early to meet the school leaders and chat for a while?"

"Chat about what?" Zhou Andong lifted his eyelids: "After the lecture, will the school leaders let me go? By then, how many things can't we chat about?"

"That's true!" An Jing laughed: "I know that the Central Academy of Fine Arts has booked two big tables at the Quanjude next door."

"I haven't eaten roast duck for days." Zhou Andong also smacked his lips: "I'm really a bit greedy."

"Virtue!" An Jing scolded with a smile: "What about the lecture manuscript? Let me see it first."

Zhou Andong looked at An Jing with disdain: "I, Zhou Andong, have learned five carts of books. Do I still need a manuscript to give a lecture to students? Who are you looking down on?"

An Jing widened her eyes exaggeratedly: "I really forgot. Our Comrade Zhou Andong is a master of speeches and never uses manuscripts. It was my abruptness. Sorry, sorry."

"Hmph!" Zhou Andong snorted: "Knowing is enough. Don't make such low-level mistakes in the future."

An Jing cupped her hands: "This little woman will definitely not make such low-level mistakes in the future. I also ask Young Master Zhou, who has learned five carts of books, to be magnanimous."

Jian Qiu looked at the two of them, shook her head helplessly, and then looked at the time.

"It's three-thirty, let's go."

"Let's go!" An Jing stood up, and then helped Jian Qiu up.

Zhou Andong followed behind them and took the escalator downstairs.

After leaving Dicos, Jian Qiu and An Jing chatted in low voices while walking.

Zhou Andong took out his sunglasses and put them on. When he looked up again.

He saw an old man who was dry and thin, pushing a three-wheeled cart full of waste products, walking slowly.

Just at this time, the wheel pressed on a small stone, and because there were too many waste products piled up and no binding, it was scattered.

Pitter-patter, clatter-clatter, waste paper boxes, broken paper scraps, soda cans, and all kinds of messy things were scattered on the ground.

Seeing the old man bending his waist with difficulty and picking up the waste products urgently, Zhou Andong quickened his pace.

Just at this time, "whoosh," a figure ran past him.

Zhou Andong looked up; it turned out to be a student, not tall, but strong and dark.