[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-164":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260872,4412,"Chapter 164: The Right Path of Humanity Is Change (Guaranteed Second Update)","rising-in-1979-chapter-164",164,"\u003Cp>“One Huangpu Academy, half of modern history.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While touring the mess hall and dormitories of the Huangpu Military Academy, Chen Pingyuan recited the names and deeds of graduates from the first six classes as if listing his own family members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Wei Ming, these names were equally legendary, and these individuals profoundly shaped the course of modern history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to later KMT-CCP cooperation and relocation of the campus, few notable figures emerged after the sixth class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, one could still see the student rosters from the first six classes; Wei Ming found his grandfather Wei Muchun’s name on the sixth class list, alongside names like Director Dai and General Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, Chen Pingyuan took Wei Ming to visit the armory, where he touched the guns and cannons with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To write a novel set in that era, Wei Ming needed to systematically study military equipment; he had to self-study many subjects, and without the internet, the difficulty was considerable—this was why he had prepared for months without yet starting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had filled two full notebooks with notes for this novel, yet still felt it wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped that once he began writing, he could finish it in one uninterrupted flow, without stopping, revising, or rewriting—otherwise efficiency would plummet, and he might spend years stuck on this book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had a simple lunch on Changzhou Island at noon; in the afternoon, Chen Pingyuan took Wei Ming to visit Sun Yat-sen University, where Wei Ming focused on the library and found some books on that era unavailable at Peking University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of these books, Wei Ming decided to stay in Guangzhou one extra day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the night before Wei Ming planned to leave Guangzhou, Liao Zong from the Pacific Group invited him to dinner at Beiyuan Restaurant, where the famed dish—roast suckling pig—was served with its head facing Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the etiquette of this dish to orient the pig’s head toward the main guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Pingyuan, now familiar enough with Wei Ming to join the meal, found the glistening, oily skin irresistibly tempting for a poor student like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention him—even Wei Ming, who ate meat daily and never lacked fat, dipped the pork skin in white sugar, wrapped it in a steamed bun with scallion threads coated in sweet soy sauce, and swallowed it whole—ah, perfect!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, he must create a work about Chinese cuisine and use research trips to eat his way across the country!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the third and final night Wei Ming stayed at the Baiyun Hotel; he guessed Biaozi and Xiao Mei had already boarded the return train, and he couldn’t reach them—otherwise he’d truly have wanted them to come and experience it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Wei Ming collected his developed photos from the hotel front desk—this was a hotel service, all charged to the Pacific Group’s account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then took a taxi to Guangzhou Station, but just as he was about to enter the ticket checkpoint, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Ming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming turned around and saw Biaozi and Xiao Mei, filthy and worn—he was delighted: “You’re taking this train too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swapped places with the passengers behind him and sat beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah!” Biaozi beamed—everything had gone smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming asked: “Why did this trip take so long?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua replied: “We missed the last train yesterday, so we spent the night at the station.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder they looked so disheveled; thinking of his own comfortable stay at Baiyun Hotel, complete with a bath, Wei Ming felt a pang of guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had booked a sleeper berth, he offered them the chance to nap on his bed during the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “We sleep together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “You want to sleep with Xiao Mei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi quickly recoiled: “I’ll take the afternoon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua yawned: “Then I’ll take the morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the train, Biaozi and Mei Wenhua each told Wei Ming about a smuggling incident they’d witnessed—back then, Dragon’s father had crossed to Hong Kong the same way; he wondered whether Grandpa had even met him yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming couldn’t travel with Biaozi—they’d part ways in Wuhan, where Wei Ming still had research to do before heading to Shanghai and Nanjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the train stopped in Wuhan, Biaozi and Xiao Mei were reluctant to leave Wei Ming—mostly because they didn’t want to give up his sleeper berth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua told Biaozi: “Next time, we’ll save more money and book sleeper berths!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “Right! Book sleeper berths—we’ll treat ourselves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua: “It’s not just about comfort—I noticed sleeper berths are poorly checked; we can smuggle more goods then, and the berth cost will pay for itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi’s eyes lit up—this made perfect sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had no connections in Wuhan; after thinking it over, he only knew one person—a screenwriter named Bai Hua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The writer of “Bitter Love,” now working in the Cultural Department of the Wuhan Military Region; Wei Ming had met him at the Literary Congress and taken a photo with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wei Ming went directly to his office; upon hearing Wei Ming had come to see him, the fifty-year-old Bai Hua personally stepped out to greet him, warmly and enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having someone to host him made Wei Ming happy—so maybe taking photos with people really did pay off. Bai Hua was equally delighted; he hadn’t expected this rising literary star to remember an old man like himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming explained his purpose; Bai Hua offered to let him stay at the military region guesthouse and promised to personally show him around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a native of Henan, Bai Hua had lived in Wuhan for over a decade; after learning the subject of Wei Ming’s novel, he immediately knew which places were worth visiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, thank you so much, Teacher Bai! What are you working on these days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came at the perfect time—I just returned from the set of ‘Tonight the Stars Are Brilliant,’ and now I’ve taken on a mythological script.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tonight the Stars Are Brilliant,” directed by Xie Tieli and starring Li Xiuming and Tang Guoqiang, was Bai Hua’s work; his new mythological script, “The Peacock Princess,” was adapted from a puppet film by Meiyingchang and a Dai ethnic legend—again, likely starring those two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the controversy over “Bitter Love” had dragged on since last year, times had changed; Bai Hua hadn’t suffered any consequences—his talent spoke for itself, and script requests kept pouring in, each worth over a thousand yuan—his life was too comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military guesthouse wasn’t as good as Baiyun Hotel, but far better than a sleeper berth—especially for a tall man like Wei Ming, who could finally stretch out and sleep soundly that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Bai Hua came early to fetch Wei Ming; they first visited the ruins of the Huangpu Military Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The site originally dated back to Zhang Zhidong’s Lianghu Academy, but now only three brick-and-wood single-story buildings remained, offering little for research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Hua took Wei Ming especially to the Hubei Military Government Headquarters; after the Wuchang Uprising succeeded, revolutionaries established the Hubei Military Government here, and because of its red walls and tiles, locals called it the “Red Building.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall was built on this foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They then toured the former offices of the Wuhan Nationalist Government, where many decisions of the Second Northern Expedition were made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a European-style building, currently used by a government agency, but with Bai Hua personally escorting them, they could enter and exit freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Hua not only got Wei Ming inside but also recounted the history with ease—he was a perfect guide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had read about all this in books, but seeing the actual relics brought a different kind of understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Bai Hua had some concerns about Wei Ming’s novel: “Your novel will contain a great deal about the KMT and involve many high-ranking generals from both sides—have you thought about how to portray these historical figures?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “I want to follow historical truth in my writing, not create stereotyped, formulaic characters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there is no absolute historical truth; when consulting sources, one must remove the most obviously false elements and seek out surviving eyewitnesses to analyze issues dialectically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Bai Hua knew the young man had courage—this was one thing they clearly shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I wish you success in getting it published.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Teacher Bai—even if it can’t be published now, it’ll surely be published in a few years,” Wei Ming smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The KMT and CCP are at odds now, but in a few years, even “Battle of Taierzhuang” will be filmed; writing non-stereotyped KMT characters won’t be an issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had more stops ahead, Wei Ming didn’t stay long in Wuhan—just one night, and he didn’t even go to see a dance performance at the Wuhan Opera House; he prepared to leave for Shanghai that same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had many things to do in Shanghai and planned to stay several days; he first went straight to the “Harvest” editorial office and asked Sister Li Xiaolin to arrange a guesthouse for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t for manuscript revision, so he didn’t need subsidies—he could pay for the guesthouse himself, as long as he had a place to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, I’m preparing a long novel—I wonder if ‘Harvest’ would be interested in publishing it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Li Xiaolin exclaimed, thrilled—this day had finally come!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, let me finish,” Wei Ming smiled. “I’ll first write a plot outline—review it before deciding. If ‘Harvest’ thinks the risk is too high, I can find another platform.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most daring publisher right now was Guangzhou’s “Huacheng”—after all, it was the reform vanguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiaolin was surprised: “What exactly are you planning to write?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing much—just the story of three siblings: the older brother and sister in the KMT, the younger brother in the CCP, spanning from the Xinhai Revolution to the founding of the PRC, with a long narrative arc heavily focused on the two parties’ conflicts—sensitive material.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiaolin was stunned: “How could someone so young even consider tackling such a subject?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not write about educated youth or scar literature? This was a minefield of taboos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming explained: “Because my own family is like this—my grandfather served in our army, my elder grandfather graduated from Huangpu’s sixth class, then followed Chiang Kai-shek across the strait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I see,” Li Xiaolin said, no longer surprised—such cases weren’t rare back then; not just siblings, even father and son—this setup naturally carried dramatic tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Wei choosing such a subject showed he truly understood novel writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Wei Ming wrote a three-thousand-word outline at the guesthouse and titled the novel at the top: “The Right Path of Humanity Is Change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1803,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","338efbd98b962b7b23035c8009aa52065e16bd0750ea0efd8f5936517df5f58d","rising-in-1979-chapter-165","rising-in-1979-chapter-163",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]