Each move was more cruel than the last. Seeing such vicious methods, Zhu Jianjun's face turned livid with anger, his chest kept rising and falling, his eyes were red, and he glared at the two people on the stage hatefully.
If reason hadn't told him not to be impulsive, he would have had both of them thinking.
"The most poisonous thing is women's hearts. I really underestimate them."
It's obvious.
Learning the spirit of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles conference and the Double Hundred Policy is political correctness, and no one will object to it outright. Why, you are a student, and if you don’t study the spirit of the conference, do you have an opinion against the National Committee of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles? Take off this big hat.
No one can afford it.
But it would be better if I went to study classes and suspended my position during the semester.
It doesn’t say how long the study period is, when you pass the study, and what level is considered to be passed. It doesn’t matter what you say, only what others say. When it comes to that, they will study indefinitely, but they won’t let you study.
Pass, what do you do?
If you feel that they are humiliating you, you can just resign. This is exactly what they want.
Or, if you hold on, day after day, and always fail, how long can you hold on?
Of course there is another way, surrender directly and actively move closer to them. Maybe they can still use you.
Besides, while you were studying in the class, your position was taken by someone else. It was okay for a few days, but over time, you couldn't perform your duties. If you studied for ten and a half months or even longer, they would take away all your rights, etc.
It would be strange if people didn't isolate you when you come back. All your close relatives and close relatives will be isolated and suppressed. By then, you will be alone.
When people leave, it’s not just words.
Those who can come to Tsinghua University either have a good family background or connections, and have high IQ or high EQ. No one is a fool. Therefore, when Zhao Ziyu said this, they quickly figured it out.
But if you want to understand, what’s the use?
Not going to the study class? Confronting the two presidents? Going against the opinions of the Youth League Committee and the department? Opposing the spirit of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles conference?
No matter which label is put on them, it is not something they can bear. As a member of the community collective, do they still need to talk about the principles of organizational discipline and unity?
Zhu Jianjun didn't know how angry he was at this method of crossing the river, demolishing the bridge and killing the donkey.
Before, when they were working together to force Qi Mingyuan away, they had never thought that they would burn bridges across the river and attack them when they got Qi Mingyuan. However, they felt that this was just a school club and that everyone would look up and not see each other, so they would not do this.
Absolutely.
But who would have thought that they would actually do it, ignoring the rules and bottom line.
He really wanted to ignore it and make a big fuss, but when he thought about the consequences of doing so, he couldn't bear it and had to suppress his anger.
"Why don't you resign?" He was a little frustrated.
However, when I think about it, except for joining the Tsinghua Literary Society, he has not joined any other clubs, and his thoughts and energy are all focused on this. Apart from serving as the director of this organization, he is considered a white man.
If you really want to resign directly, you will be in vain.
When he thought about becoming a member of the masses, no longer able to dictate and have no power in his hands, he became a little panicked. It was unimaginable to live in such a life. He was a white man, so he might as well have died.
"No, you absolutely can't have no power. This involves graduation evaluation."
But when he thought that if he continued to stay here, he would be ridiculed by countless people, and there would be countless tricks waiting for him in the future. Today was studying, and he didn't know what he would be tomorrow, and he felt a little powerless.
"Is there no way out?"
Just when he was in a state of confusion and was at a loss what to do, he saw Zhou Chenghui standing up suddenly with his face red, the knuckles of his clenched fists turning white due to anger, and his eyes glaring at the two of them as if they were spitting fire.
"I want to resign." Zhou Chenghui said word by word.
Zhao Ziyu was not surprised by Zhou Chenghui's decision and nodded directly: "Yes, but we still follow the organizational procedures. You submit a written application, then go to the executive meeting to discuss, vote by show of hands, and file with the Organization Department."
"No need." Zhou Chenghui said angrily, "I'm leaving today."
"This is not in line with organizational procedures."
"Do you have any organizational procedures for the things you do? Are there any rules and bottom lines?" Zhou Chenghui mocked wantonly.
"Okay." Pan Hong lowered his face and said, "Then you can go directly. The procedures will be completed later."
"A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. I hope you remember this."
After Zhou Chenghui finished speaking, he stared at Pan Hong, who had a gloomy face, and then looked at Zhao Ziyu, who was expressionless. He glanced at Lin Xiaoguang, who was as if nothing had happened, Jiang Qiao, who was watching with cold eyes, Liu Yan, who was hanging high and had nothing to do with him, and who had his head lowered.
Zhu Jianjun who speaks Chinese.
After stopping for a moment on Zhu Jianjun, Zhou Chenghui was a little disappointed when he saw that he had no intention of getting up, but he chuckled and walked out swaggeringly.
It's quite a gesture of looking up to the sky and laughing and going out. How can we be the people of Penghao?
Then he recited a poem.
“First they came for the socialists, and I didn’t speak out, because I wasn’t a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak out, because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak out, because I wasn’t a trade unionist.
Jews.”
"Then they came to arrest me - and by this time, there was no one left to speak for me."
Zhou Chenghui looked back at the three of them and smiled sarcastically: "The flying birds are all good, the bows are hidden, the cunning rabbits are dead and the lackeys are cooking, Pan Hong, Zhu Jianjun, Liu Yan."
"These 77-level students want to eradicate all our workers, peasants, and soldiers. Even when a person is about to die, he can speak kindly. I only have these words for you. I hope you will be vigilant."
Then, he left calmly.
The conference room fell into silence, as everyone thought about what happened just now.
If anyone here has the most complicated mood, it is undoubtedly Pan Hong. A fool can see the last words Zhou Chenghui said before leaving. This is undoubtedly to sow discord, but in fact, isn't it a warning?
Maybe he didn't really mean to cause conflict between the two sides, but just said cruel words. But if he said these words had no effect at all, then he would undoubtedly be looking down on the people here.
Whoever can achieve this position is not the best.
Being silent like this is not the same thing, and people need to divert their attention, so Zhao Ziyu started talking about business.
"Okay, next, let me talk about the study meeting. We will use our spare time to distribute the minutes of the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles meetings that I have compiled to everyone, so that we can study them thoroughly and implement them in the shortest possible time.
"
Zhu Jianjun picked up a pen and wrote down on the paper, and others also took notes one after another.
"The next stage of work is to select the heads of the two departments and other backbones, and then start a study meeting. President Pan and I will also participate, and everyone here will study."
"President Pan, do you have anything to add?" Zhao Ziyu looked at Pan Hong.
Pan Hong's face was expressionless, and then he squeezed out a smile: "No, it's fine. If nothing happens, let's break up the meeting."
Thus, this executive meeting of Tsinghua Literature Society came to an end.
On the way back, Zhao Ziyu and Lin Xiaoguang were walking side by side. She was a little worried: "Would it be too extreme for us to do this?"
"What is this? Ours is just a battle of ideas. The power struggle they will encounter in the future will be much more intense than this. Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and no one can avoid it." Lin Xiaoguang chuckled upon hearing this.
"I hope that when they enter the political arena in the future, they can appreciate my good intentions. Student association politics is just a small appetizer, and the big scene is yet to come."