After returning from the ruins of the 'Silver Leaf City', Inisa led the team away. Zhou Qingfeng reorganized the Harmony Village and had to consider the issue of his own coupons.
He presented a portrait to Angelis in the temple of the ruins, and when he left, he remembered that the goddess told him to go to Cold Wind City. But why he went to Cold Wind City, the goddess did not say.
Coldwind City is not just a city, it also includes a large territory within dozens of kilometers around the city. These territories belong to hundreds of powerful people, large and small, who are subordinate to each other and ultimately loyal to the Long-Legs family.
As a large city in the North, Cold Wind City has a population of more than 20,000. This population refers to free people with legal status and property throughout the territory. It does not include women, and servants and slaves do not count.
Free people can do business, engage in politics, study, and move around.
Not free people, they don't have such rights. According to Wilson's estimate, behind every free person there are at least ten non-free people. The latter are either restricted in status or poor, and even their scope of activities is restricted.
The reason why some people flee into the Black Forest is because non-free people simply cannot survive in the territory of Cold Wind City. Based on this calculation, the actual population of Cold Wind City exceeds 200,000. This is already a lot.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't know much about Cold Wind City, but he at least knew that it was the territory of the alchemist Fabro. And what about Marbury and Long Legs? It was said that he was the son of the city lord. He didn't know how much power he had.
In short, even if Cold Wind City is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den, it is not something you can break into casually. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to go to Cold Wind City, he has to think about his points - he only has a little over 10,000 left, which is not enough to read the tenth level.
of.
To upgrade in another world, to earn some coupons in reality.
So, back to reality.
However, the real world is not peaceful either.
Time went to 1991, and the Gulf War was underway.
On January 17, a multinational force led by the US military carried out Operation Desert Storm and launched an air strike on Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.
In early February, the U.S. military overran Iraqi troops in Kuwait.
On February 23, the U.S. military launched a large-scale air strike on the Iraqi command and communication intelligence system. The next day, the U.S. ground forces launched an attack from Saudi Arabia and overthrew Saddam in just one hundred hours.
The whole world was shocked by this unilateral crushing, including the US military itself. For example, they prepared 16,000 body bags, but few were used at all.
Before the war started, there was still discussion in the country that American imperialism would fall into a quagmire with heavy casualties like the Vietnam War.
After the war started, everyone shut up.
The American emperor has reached the top, and the sun is at its peak, and all the heroes are restrained.
By the end of the year, at the end of December, the Soviet Union collapsed. Big Brother also fell.
Everyone is lamenting that an era is over.
Little did they know that this was just the beginning of another era. In the following thirty years, the world was never calm, and even became more and more restless.
The lesson that mankind has learned from history is probably ‘no lessons’.
Countless disputes and fights have been staged over and over again, countless loves and hatreds have been spilled like dog blood. There have been countless openings and countless endings, and there has never been an eternal king on the stage.
From this moment on, the young and ancient Eastern power finally healed the wounds of a century of war and embarked on a new journey.
With forty years of hard work, it has a backward but complete industry, a crude but starving agriculture, an inefficient but widespread commerce, and a governance system full of flaws but unique.
Although its ambitions are low and its steps are faltering, China has never stopped pursuing world-class status. All it lacks is an opportunity, and the enemy has brought this opportunity to its door.
When Zhou Qingfeng entered 1991, he also faced crises and challenges.
January 1st, New Year's Day.
Tianyang Normal University, the weather is wet and cold.
Today is supposed to be a holiday, but the Art Institute of the Normal University is much more lively than before. A portrait of the goddess Angelis hangs in the middle of the department hall, and forty or fifty art students are copying it underneath.
Easels, paint boards, and small buckets with brushes were scattered everywhere. The dripping paint painted the ground into an impressionist painting. Occasionally, there were a few coughs, or the brush dropped, which made it even more solemn.
Although it is just a small city and a small place, Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts has become quite famous recently. When the art authorities from the Magic City and the Imperial Capital heard the news, they were either curious, reluctant to accept the hospitality, or full of doubts, so they started to visit one after another.
few.
Anyone who has been here is enchanted by the goddess. The goddess Angelis seems to be specially created to charm humans. The seven paintings are displayed in turn, making people fall in love with her every time.
Ouyang Jun sat behind his drawing board, meditating for a long time and unable to start writing. After the last "ink painting", Zhou Qingfeng seemed to have forgotten Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts.
Every time you look at the goddess on the canvas, it will bring you tranquility, serenity, and warmth. Even people who are impatient and full of anger will become calm and calm.
Ouyang Jun painted more than a dozen goddess statues, each time with new feelings and improvements. He dared to say that his painting skills had improved by leaps and bounds in the past month or two, but he could never paint Angelis.
of charm.
No one can draw the haunting goddess in the original painting.
Ouyang Jun threw the brush into the brush bucket and let out a long sigh.
"No painting today?" someone asked.
"No more drawing." Ouyang Jun turned his head and smiled bitterly.
The questioner was a professor from the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts, who had been visiting Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts for half a month.
When the other party first arrived, he was arrogant, looking down on the developed areas towards the underdeveloped areas. But after seeing the paintings of the goddess, he stood stunned in the hall all night.
"Comrade Ouyang, can you discuss it with Mr. Zhou again? Our Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts wants to hold a traveling exhibition for these seven goddess paintings, initially in several major cities in China. If the response is good, we also want to promote it internationally.
"
The professors in Shanghai are now very polite and considerate.
Ouyang Jun even smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Professor Modu didn't wait for him to refuse, and begged again: "Everyone said that you have a good relationship with Mr. Zhou who returned from overseas. Please mention this request to him.
These seven goddess paintings have an indescribable beauty and should be appreciated by more people. If you have any difficulties, please ask Mr. Zhou to mention them. We can all consider them."
Ouyang Jun still shook his head.
"Mr. Zhou is from overseas. He is very rich and doesn't want to be famous. I have told him all your requests. But his answer is very simple. These seven paintings can only be in Tianyang and cannot go to other places. What's more,
Can’t leave the country.”
Professor Modu felt deeply regretful and whispered: "This Mr. Zhou's temper is too weird. It seems that our sketch collection at the Modu Academy of Fine Arts this year can only come to Tianyang.
After all, if you cannot appreciate such an excellent work of art with your own eyes, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
Ouyang Jun felt the same way. He put down his painting brush, left the department hall with deep thoughts, and walked along the tree-lined avenue to relax.
After the last animation incident was over, Zhou Qingfeng asked Ouyang Jun if he would like to work at "Shengguang Machinery". Ouyang Jun was resistant to this in his heart - if he doesn't work as a good teacher, he will go to a rural enterprise? Is he mentally ill?
What.
In Ouyang Jun's eyes, the machinery factory is "silly, big, black and rough". What can he do if he is an art professional?
Engage in appearance design - these are Zhou Qingfeng's original words.
Ouyang Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this. What kind of motorized tricycle did 'Shengguang Machinery' make recently? This matter has been spread throughout the city. It's just a tricycle. What kind of exterior design do you want?
Is it possible that ‘Shengguang Machinery’ still wants to develop into a big brand with excellent provincial and ministerial quality? Does it also want to break out of the country and sell it all over the world?