The truck made a loud noise when it braked. Just imagine, how much force is needed to stop the car with tens of tons of momentum? The truck's brake pads emitted bursts of white smoke. The driver looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
"Old man Jiang, what are you going to do?" Ma Chengcai angrily scolded Mr. Jiang and said, "Are you going to rebel?"
"Humph, you don't dare to rebel, but we, the villagers of Hero Village, are determined not to allow the Japanese monument to be built in Luoding Village!" Mr. Jiang shouted angrily.
"I tell you, I can build it wherever I want!" Ma Chengcai glared at the old man, furious, and said: "I have the final say on one-third of an acre of land in Dazhou City. Old man Jiang, hurry up and give it to me
Get out of the way, or I'll let the car run over you!"
"Come on, let me die. Anyway, I don't want to see Yangyang Huaxia being bullied like this!" Mr. Jiang simply dropped the harpoon.
Ma Chengcai immediately became angry. He roared at the driver: "Get over here and tell this old immortal to see King Yama as soon as possible!"
"Secretary, I...I don't dare!" The driver was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. Miyamoto and his party looked on with cold eyes, as if all this had nothing to do with them. Miyamoto Kyota knew in his heart that this is the core of the Chinese people.
Despicable nature, willing to do anything for money.
"Call and ask Jiang Wenqiang to come over immediately!" Ma Chengcai naturally did not dare to kill anyone. In desperation, he had no choice but to call Mr. Jiang's son Jiang Wenqiang over. After Jiang Wenqiang received the call, he rushed towards Luoding Village without stopping.
Half an hour later, Jiang Wenqiang finally arrived at the scene.
"Dad, you...what are you doing?" Jiang Wenqiang gritted his teeth and immediately stepped forward and dragged his father away.
Snap...
Jiang Guohua slapped Jiang Wenqiang on the face and said angrily: "Unfilial son, I have taught you for many years. In ancient times, Yue Fei served the country loyally. Let you learn from Yue Fei's spirit. You bastard, I didn't expect that you would help the Japanese today."
.See if I don’t beat you to death!”
"Dad!" Jiang Wenqiang knelt down with a plop and said: "World War II has long passed, and the island country surrendered. What we are promoting now is China-Island friendship. Don't people also invest with sincerity? Dazhou City needs to attract investment, and it needs
Development potential..."
"Bullshit, investment is investment. Why build a monument to commemorate the Japanese here?" Mr. Jiang was very unhappy. This was clearly a bad intention. Under the guise of investment, he was doing things other than investment here.
"Dad, Mr. Miyamoto is about the same age as you, so he naturally has a feeling of reminiscing about his old friends. Don't you often talk about the partners who fought with you in those years?" Jiang Wenqiang continued to persuade. Afterwards, everyone took turns to fight and toss.
For more than an hour, there was still nothing
The effect. In the end, Jiang Wenqiang became anxious. He simply held a knife to his neck and said angrily: "Dad, if you don't agree today, I will die in front of you and leave your grandson without a father. Anyway,
If you don’t get out of the way today, I will no longer be the director of the Education Bureau.”
Mr. Jiang was stunned and suddenly felt weak all over. His face turned pale, and he waved helplessly and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Afterwards, Mr. Jiang turned around and left with the villagers of Hero Village. Ma Chengcai then showed a satisfied smile, waved his hand and said: "Continue going up the mountain!"
Rumble...
The huge truck loaded heavy marbles and headed towards the mountain, with thick black smoke coming out of the tailpipe behind it. Ma Chengcai and a group of municipal party committee cadres applauded at the scene. After a whole morning of tossing, the truck finally reached the top of the mountain.
Go up. Then, a huge crane lifts from the card
The marble was hoisted down from the car. The whole piece of marble weighs about thirty tons, and is about ten meters high and more than two meters wide. The huge stone is white and translucent. On it is carved with red paint about the war that year.
description, and the names of the dead island soldiers.
Two meters of the marble are buried underground, while another eight meters rise into the sky.
Ichiro Miyamoto stood up tremblingly, and then walked to the monument, stroking the stone tablet with his hand, as if stroking the shadow of the island nation's soldiers. After doing this, Ichiro Miyamoto finally felt relieved.
What I thought. However, at this time, no one noticed that five meters away from this beautiful, majestic, and dignified marble monument, an extremely ugly and unsightly limestone monument stood low and low.
Although it has been washed away by rain, the traditional Chinese characters on the monument can be clearly seen: This monument commemorates the revolutionary martyrs who died in the Luodingzhai War.
The sunshine in February is a little warm. However, this February sunshine seems so cold and biting. Under the bright sunshine, there are more than ten short and ugly figures shining. But they are clapping extremely happily, which seems to be more complicated than the revolution.
It is even more joyful when the Martyrs Monument is built.
Not far away, there is a sparse and dilapidated village. On the village's grain drying field, a group of people are gathering there. Their eyes are looking at the beautiful white monument dozens of meters away. Mr. Jiang is smoking silently, his eyes
Very complicated.
"Old man, are we still going to kill the Japanese?" The twelve-year-old dog squatted down next to Mr. Jiang.
"Kill, why not kill?" Mr. Jiang said through gritted teeth.
"But, didn't you say that the people on the monument are all good people and revolutionary martyrs?" Gou Wa scratched his tiger-headed head and said: "Now that the Japanese are also on the monument, wouldn't they become revolutionary martyrs?
Already? Then...should we still kill?"
"..." Mr. Jiang was speechless for a while. He continued to smoke silently. Some words were choked in his throat, but he could never say them out.
This monument has always been a thorn in Mr. Jiang's heart, making it difficult for him to sleep or eat well.
Tianyi College.
Zhang Yi was released on bail by Yang Yingying. On the day he was released, Zhang Yi said to Chen Xiao: "Brother, it's so interesting that you found such a beautiful barrister for me. I like him very much!"
"You kid, be careful, otherwise you won't know how you died!" Chen Xiao warned.
During class time, Mr. Jiang has not come to class in recent days.
"It's strange, why didn't Mr. Jiang come to class?" Han Feng asked curiously.
"Who knows!" Zhang Yi shook his head.
"Haha, I guess you are still fighting with the people from the Island Chamber of Commerce on the mountain at this time!" Chen Xiao was flipping through the book alone. The classroom was bustling, but Mr. Jiang didn't come, so everyone naturally started to go their own way, talking about love.
, chatting, reading, reading...
Ahem...
Suddenly, Mr. Jiang appeared in the classroom. His face was obviously haggard, his eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were protruding. He walked to the front of the classroom and started class. In the past, the old man liked to read to everyone in pure London English before class.
There was an article, but there was none today. The old man just had a very ordinary class. Everyone in the classroom could hear the old man's dull mood from his words.
Everyone knows Mr. Jiang's fiery temper, so everyone was very quiet during this class. Everyone listened very carefully, and no one dared to touch the old man's bottom line. At the end of the class, the old man announced that the get out of class was over. When leaving, he said: "Chen Xiao, come to my office!"
"Boy, I guess you're going to be in trouble!" Han Feng patted Chen Xiao on the shoulder.
"Chen Xiao, take care of yourself!" Zhang Yi glanced at him.
Chen Xiao got up and left the classroom and went directly to Mr. Jiang's office. When Chen Xiao entered the office, the old man was sitting silently on his chair. Seeing Chen Xiao come in, he forced a smile and said: "Chen Xiao, you are here
?”
"Teacher Jiang, what's bothering you?" Chen Xiao walked over, sat down opposite Mr. Jiang, and handed him a cigarette. Mr. Jiang didn't refuse, he took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Chen Xiao personally lit a cigarette for him. The old man took a deep breath and said, "Young people today are too insensitive. In our era, the devils deserved death!"
"Old man, your hostility is too intense!" Chen Xiao took a deep breath from his cigarette and said, "Actually, the government's investment policy is good!"
"Are you, too, colluding with them?" The old man's face turned blue.
"Old man, please don't insult me!" Chen Xiao waved his hands hurriedly and said: "I'm just speaking from an objective standpoint. Of course, I don't think that the Dazhou City Government's establishment of a memorial to the Japanese is correct.
This is hugely wrong and runs counter to the spirit of patriotism we promote."
"That's right!" When the old man heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "They are sacrificing the patriotism of the Chinese people. They actually built a memorial to the Japanese in the Hero Village. How can the heroes who are buried in the Hero Village rest in peace?...
…”
The old man was so indignant that he started to cry when he got emotional. Chen Xiao was moved by Mr. Jiang's patriotism. Chen Xiao thought that his patriotism was not as noble as Mr. Jiang's.
"Chen Xiao, I have something to ask you!" Mr. Jiang looked at Chen Xiao solemnly.
"Say it!" Chen Xiao nodded hurriedly.
"You find a few people inside the Jingwu Sect, and take advantage of the night to find a way to destroy that stupid monument!" Mr. Jiang took a deep breath of his cigarette, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "
If you can’t do it in the light, then let’s do it in the dark!”
Chen Xiao looked at Mr. Jiang in astonishment. He didn't expect that the old man who always understood justice would do such a "dirty" thing. Mr. Jiang smiled at Chen Xiao and said: "In order to make the heroes feel at ease, I will
My old bones have been sold!"
"The old man is so patriotic, how can I, Chen Xiao, lag behind?" Chen Xiao chuckled. The old and the young actually high-fived each other. [Brothers, collect it, the ratings are great. It will break out on National Day!]
