The first thousand five hundred and seventy-five chapters make me look up to you
"You said I was dictatorial, right?" Zhang Yang walked up to the middle-aged man and said.
The middle-aged man was a little scared and his face was livid. It felt very bad to almost be pointed at and scolded. He hesitated for a long time and finally did not speak. The intimidation of the soldiers around him was too great.
Even so, Zhang Yang had no intention of letting him go, and his patience had long since disappeared: "Dictatorship, haha, dictatorship! Yes, I tell you, I am a dictatorship, so what? I conquered Miaoxiang Country, and this is me
I am the king of this country, what’s wrong with my dictatorial rule?”
This sentence finally touched the sensitive nerves of some people. Some people finally couldn't help but stood up and said: "That's enough. The country belongs to the common people across the country, not just you!"
Those who stand out will naturally follow suit, and the discussion buzzes again. It is like taking a self-study class. If no one speaks, the classroom will definitely be quiet, but if there is the first person to chat, the classroom will soon be quiet.
It will be as noisy as a wet market.
This was the feeling the venue gave people at this time. The man showed a proud expression, while the speechless middle-aged man who had just been questioned by Zhang Yang showed a regretful expression. If he had known that this would happen, he should have fought back just now.
Yes, I have nothing to be afraid of. How dare Zhang Yang kill someone?
Just when the venue was the most noisy, Zhang Yang suddenly turned around and heard a bang of gunshots. The man who was still triumphant just now fell on his seat, with a blood-red bullet hole on his head bleeding out.
, the person is no longer breathing.
The venue became quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared!
Zhang Yang put the pistol back into his waist, as if he had done an insignificant thing, looked at the people in the venue with disdain, circled around, and sneered: "I said I am a dictator, and you still argue with me,
Do you think my words are farts? Let me tell you, please listen clearly. I am the king of Miaoxiang Kingdom, and what I say is an imperial edict. If you object, be prepared to shed blood."
Everyone felt a cold breath and got angry from the bottom of their hearts. They are crazy. He must be crazy. Don’t you know who we are? We are all well-known experts and professors in the country. If he dares to kill us, he doesn’t want to be an official.
.Suddenly they realized that this was not a country, and Zhang Yang was not a leader.
Zhang Yang's mouth was crooked: "I know there are many party members among you, and they all say that party members are not afraid of death. If anyone is not afraid of death, please stand up and let me see! Don't you want to oppose my dictatorship? Don't you want to oust me from the throne?
The throne? Don’t we also want to annex Miaoxiang Kingdom into the country?”
Everyone in the venue felt as if their inner thoughts had been exposed. It turned out that Zhang Yang knew all this very well, but he had just been watching the show.
"Do you know what you are doing? Don't you know? Then let me tell you, what you are doing is called revolution! Revolution requires bloodshed and sacrifice. Come and show me which of you has the ability to accept death without fear! Come and show me yours
Courage! Come and show me your party principles! Come on, stand up, as long as you dare to stand up, I will kill you! See who among us is cruel!" Zhang Yang shouted arrogantly.
Some people had struggling expressions on their faces, some clenched their fists tightly, and some wanted to kill Zhang Yang with their eyes, but no one moved, they just sat there quietly.
"Do you know what you look like?" Zhang Yang mocked: "Just like the Eight Banners disciples raised by the Manchus after entering the customs, they are a bunch of moths. Every day, apart from going to teahouses to drink tea, fight cocks, walk dogs, and discuss government affairs, they do nothing.
You can't even do it. You are already rotten!"
Cao Jie couldn't bear it and coughed.
Zhang Yang turned around sheepishly and said: "Minister Cao, I'm not talking about you, but these guys. The matter is far away, let's get back to business. Let me ask, who is in favor of the motion just now? Raise your hands if you are in favor!
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I have to say that these people still have some backbone. Except for Cao Jie's people who raised their hands, everyone else chose to remain silent and protest silently.
Their mentality is public and clear, that is, what can you do if I don't raise my hand? When the meeting is over, we will not recognize this motion except in this room, and we will tell the whole society what just happened, and let public opinion condemn you. Even so.
It won’t trip you up, but it will also make you tired of dealing with it!
It's a pity that they underestimated Zhang Yang's methods.
With a click, the safety of the pistol was pulled open, and then Zhang Yang, with everyone's horrified eyes on him, put the pistol on the forehead of a silent man next to him. Zhang Yang didn't care who the man was and asked: "If you don't raise your hand, you are objecting.
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The man's mouth trembled and he murmured: "I, I, I abstain!"
"There is no option to abstain here. I ask you whether you agree or disagree!" Zhang Yang said.
When the man saw everyone looking at him, he felt a noble feeling in his heart, as if he was the guiding light on the way forward. He could not admit defeat or raise his hand. How could he still dare to kill someone because of this? Then who would dare in the future?
Come to Miaoxiang Country to work!
After gaining confidence, the man said nothing and looked at Zhang Yang stubbornly.
Zhang Yang smiled: "You think I don't dare to shoot, right?"
Before the man could speak, there was a loud bang, and blood splashed everywhere. The bodies and faces of the people sitting next to him were covered in blood.
Different from the first person he shot just now, this time Zhang Yang was very close and there was blood on his face.
Zhang Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket nonchalantly, wiped his face, threw the handkerchief to the ground, and said with a sneer: "Don't challenge my patience. Killing is as easy as eating for me, not to mention that you can't weigh me."
You are a human being! You eat and drink from me, you eat and drink from me and you kick me out of office. Is this how your teacher teaches you moral standards?"
This gunshot was even more shocking than the one just now, especially the scene of Zhang Yang calmly wiping the blood, which made everyone shudder. Even Cao Jie, who was sitting on the rostrum, seemed to see Zhang Yang clearly for the first time.
In his heart, he did not regard these professors as human beings.
"It's your turn, are you opposed too?" Zhang Yang pointed his gun at the experts in the venue again.
The old expert's hair was gray and cold sweat was pouring out on his forehead. He seemed to have returned to fifty years ago, when the intellectuals were attacked and the cultural revolution was carried out. That memory was a nightmare to him, and he did not dare to
It would be like a nightmare.
At that time, in order to survive, he bent down, exposed his teacher, criticized the teacher, and finally forced the teacher to jump off the teaching building without seeing any hope.
Unexpectedly, decades later, he would have to face this choice again.
The old professor who had lowered his head once chose to lower his head again. He did not dare to look at others, raised his right hand tremblingly and said: "I, I agree!"
Zhang Yang put away his pistol and laughed loudly. With the laughter, the old professor's energy and energy seemed to be sucked away, and he lay weakly on the table.
The spirit of their generation has been castrated. After such a long period of chaotic life and the baptism of that era, they have long been accustomed to bending the knee, accustomed to surrender, accustomed to lowering the arrogant heads of intellectuals to those in power, accustomed to following the leadership
instructions.
Even when compiling the history of the Republic of China, they must keep two points in mind, one is the principle of governing history, and the other is the principle of party spirit. This means that historical facts should be allowed to occur in accordance with the principle of party spirit.
Think about it, these people dare to compile even the most inviolable history without conscience. Their spines have already been bent, and there are no bones left.
As long as betrayal happens once, it will happen a second time and a third time, because their bottom line is no longer there.
If these intellectuals could stand firm and face Zhang Yang's persecution without any guilt, Zhang Yang would still think highly of them.
After all, such people have culture, integrity, and ideals, and what they do is really good for the people.
It's a pity that these people are not beasts. They just come here to eat and drink at the request of some leaders and take advantage of it. Then they go back and write some critical articles according to the leaders' wishes, slandering this place and criticizing all kinds of things here.
If something doesn't suit their liking, refute it.
They will ignore that the people here were saved by Zhang Yang from the ethnic minorities in Myanmar. They will deny the medical care and education here. They will never see the good in their eyes, only the bad.
For such people, how can Zhang Yang think highly of them? How can Zhang Yang regard them as human beings? They are like the ministers in the emperor's new clothes. They know that the emperor is not wearing any clothes, but they will nod in agreement according to the king's wishes.
Such a group of people are worse than even children, and they are even worse than the young people who dare to speak, dare to march, dare to demonstrate, and dare to say no to the Japanese.