Chapter 919

"Ouch, ouch..."

Song Ziyi climbed up with his sister's help, baring his teeth and grimacing.

He felt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at the bones in his body, and he was shivering all over with pain, with a layer of fine sweat beads appearing on his forehead.

"It hurts, my bones hurt."

The Academy of Fine Arts security guard pointed to the Xiehe Hospital next door. "Sir, you'd better go to the hospital and check it out, don't hurt your bones."

"Call the police, call the police!"

Being beaten in public, when had Song Ziyi ever suffered such humiliation?

He gritted his teeth and roared one after another: "I am a returning overseas Chinese businessman, I am here to invest, I am helping you build the national economy, feeding you, and yet I was beaten for no reason.

I returned with a heart full of enthusiasm, and this is how I am treated? In such a bad security environment, I need to carefully consider whether I should persist..."

When the Academy of Fine Arts security guard heard that this guy was a returning overseas Chinese businessman, and he was beaten at the gate of their school, he hurriedly comforted him.

"You wait, I'll call the police right now."

The security guard turned and ran back, and soon came back again. "I have already called the police, the police will be here soon."

It took only five or six minutes for Zhang Zhonghui to bring people over in person. After all, it involved foreign businessmen and returning overseas Chinese, so he had to take it seriously.

"Sir, hello..."

"I'm not good!" Before Zhang Zhonghui could finish speaking, Song Ziyi interrupted very impolitely. "My name is Song Ziyi, and I am the Chairman of the Board of the American Song Group.

I brought enthusiasm and money to invest, helping you build the national economy, feeding you, but I was treated like this, beaten for no reason. You must give me an explanation and severely punish the perpetrator."

This guy had a tone of righteousness for the country, and the onlookers didn't hear anything wrong.

Reform and opening up, attracting investment is a national policy. Overseas Chinese returning to invest and build the national economy, feeding us, is not wrong.

But hearing it in the ears of Zhao Hong and He Ze was different. They followed Zhou Andong every day and were influenced by what they saw and heard, so their views on these foreign businessmen were naturally different, so Song Ziyi's words made them very disgusted.

"This Mr. Song!" Zhao Hong said seriously: "First of all, I welcome you back to invest on behalf of myself. Secondly, I want to tell you that China has a population of more than one billion and is the market with the most growth potential and development space in the world.

Any businessman with a little foresight will not give up the development opportunities in China. Therefore, you need to understand that you are investing in China, and while China's economy develops, you will also get enough benefits.

To put it nicely, we are mutually beneficial and win-win. To put it bluntly, it is not you feeding us Chinese, but the Chinese market feeding you."

At first, Zhang Zhonghui didn't think there was any problem with Song Ziyi's words, but hearing Zhao Hong's words, he felt that this guy surnamed Song was too disgusting.

What is helping us build the national economy, what is feeding us, without you we would all starve to death?

Zhang Zhonghui, who originally had some sympathy for Song Ziyi, felt disgust in his heart.

Do you really think we are all fools? When we were really starving before, why didn't you come back?

Now you come back to invest, isn't it just to make money?

Song Ziyi's face turned green and red, and He Ze sneered.

"Mr. Song, the Chinese market is very large. One more of you is not too many, and one less of you is not too few. But your enterprise, if it doesn't have the Chinese market, is very likely to go bankrupt."

Zhang Zhonghui couldn't be happier in his heart, but the clothes he wore didn't allow him to express his personal views, so he could only endure it.

"Mr. Song, I apologize for the misfortune you have encountered. Where are you uncomfortable in your body? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Song Ziyi waved his hand: "No, I just need your police to be more efficient now, and catch the perpetrator quickly."

When he was beaten, the pain was heart-piercing, but now that the pain had passed, what he was thinking about was sending his sister into the school as soon as possible.

"Rest assured!" Zhang Zhonghui guaranteed: "We will definitely catch the perpetrator as soon as possible and give you an explanation."

"I hope so!" Song Ziyi looked coldly at Zhao Hong and He Ze, and greeted Song Zihui: "Let's go."

"Alright, everyone disperse."

Zhang Zhonghui shouted at the onlookers, then came to Zhao Hong and He Ze.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Hong shook hands with Zhang Zhonghui: "Our Chairman Zhou's sister was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts and is reporting today."

Zhang Zhonghui was enlightened, and then shook hands with He Ze: "This is a great joy, we must find Chairman Zhou to ask for a wedding drink one day."

"Why wait for another day." Zhao Hong said with a smile: "It's better to choose a day than to hit a day. Today, whether Chairman Zhou has time or not, we won't care about him. I'll treat you, that's it."

"Not today." Zhang Zhonghui waved his hand: "The returning overseas Chinese businessman was beaten. This matter is not big, but it's not small either. I have to go back to report to the branch bureau immediately and organize manpower to catch the perpetrator as soon as possible."

"Alright!" Zhao Hong didn't say anything more, after all, Zhang Zhonghui's profession didn't allow him to do things with personal likes and dislikes.

Zhou Andong didn't know what happened at the gate. After finishing the enrollment procedures, he went to handle the accommodation procedures, and then received the room number and key.

A young female teacher who was chatting enthusiastically with An Jing said: "I'll take you to the dormitory."

"No need!" An Jing pressed the female teacher on the chair. "You get busy with yours, it's not like I can't find it."

The female teacher didn't insist, and said to Zhou Anqin with a smile: "Classmate Zhou Anqin, if you have anything in the future, go to the Academic Affairs Office to find me."

"Thank you, Teacher Sun." Zhou Anqin bowed to the female teacher surnamed Sun. "Sorry to trouble you."

An Jing took the key, entered the twelve-story comprehensive building familiarly, and then took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Out of the elevator, the fourth room on the left is 408. An Jing opened the door with the key, and several people entered the room.

Facing the door is the south window. Under the windowsill is a radiator, as well as a long table and four stools.

On both sides against the wall are eight old wooden beds, upper and lower bunks, which have already peeled paint severely.

The dormitory looks very old, the wall skin is mottled, but it is still clean.

Zhou Anqin sat on the bed by the window: "I'll be here."

Jian Qiu opened the bag, took out brand-new bedding, and spread it on the bed: "You are next to the window, the wind will blow in in winter. Go to the department store later to buy a piece of cloth and make a curtain, which can protect privacy and block the wind in winter."

An Jing put the toiletries in the washbasin and stuffed them under the bed: "There is no wardrobe in the dormitory. Do you see the nails on the wall? That's for hanging clothes."

At this time, the door opened again. The four people looked up and were stunned. It was the chubby girl.