Chapter 662 (1/2)
The guests under the stage looked moved and dared not speak.
Some people are not angry.
Mr. Feng didn't speak loudly, but his weight was very heavy. The first opening remark wanted to be a gun and burst into the hearts of the Chinese.
The scene was very quiet. Even the ghost guy kept a gentleman's demeanor and quietly listened to Mr. Feng with a wine glass.
It is impolite to interrupt Mr. Feng's speech, and even the ghost respected what Mr. Feng did during the Japanese occupation!
Serena squatted in front of Mr. Feng's chair, took out a microphone and gently pinned it in front of Mr. Feng's collar.
Mr. Feng said quietly into the microphone: ”the best way to destroy a nation is not to kill all a nation, but to destroy a nation's culture. Millions of Chinese compatriots died in the battlefield during World War II. Why can we still stand on the land of Hong Kong Island?”
”Because we still inherit Chinese culture. For the inheritance of Chinese culture, even if someone wants to kill me, I will cross the sea!”
”Mr. Feng, who wants to kill you?” There was a riot under the stage, and there was humanity: ”however, education reform does not mean cutting off culture, but just taking the dross, which is more conducive to the civilized development of Hong Kong Island.”
Mr. Feng looked at her and laughed. ”Well, to get the essence and to take the dross is something that every nation wants to make progress. What is the essence? What is dross? ”
”This can only be decided by the Chinese! It can't be decided by the British! ”
As soon as Mr. Feng appeared at the reception, he immediately got to the point!
In a few words, there are fierce arguments, disputes over theorism, and no smoke of gunfire. However, it is more bloody than gunfire, and it has caused disaster for thousands of years.
A Chinese youth immediately raised his hand and stepped forward: ”Mr. Feng, backward Zhang Youming, my father, director of Shenghai group, is now the section chief of the Bureau of Education...”
”I think your ideas are a little narrow.”
”How narrow?”
Mr. Feng looked at him with a smile.
The young man raised his hand and calmly replied, ”the Japanese occupation period was different from the British government. I heard about your deeds and deeply admire you.”
”But the times have changed. Now it is a trend to promote world exchanges. The economy of Hong Kong Island and the lives of Hong Kong residents have also improved under the leadership of the British government. Don't you think education reform may be another good thing?”
”It can make the economy of Hong Kong Island better in the future.”
”Oh?” Mr. Feng said genially, ”what is the difference between the Japanese occupation period and the British government? Both are colonial governments, but one can rent for a hundred years and the other can't. naturally, two policies should be adopted. ”
”What you think is good, in fact, what you think is not important... The improvement of Hong Kong Island's economy and people's life is due to the unity, resistance and hard work of Hong Kong Island Chinese, the improvement of modern productivity and the need for the British government to create taxes, and the excellent natural port advantages of Hong Kong Island and the geographical advantages of curbing the mainland.”
”None of them is not our Chinese, and none of them is not our creation.”
Mr. Feng pointed out clearly: ”young man, the person who made you ten yuan and gave you one yuan is not an ancestor, but a robber!”
“FUCK！” A ghost guy broke the cup and was very angry.
He raised his hand and scolded: ”without the laws and regulations of the imperial government, education and technology, what can Hong Kong Island develop! Ignorant East Asian fool! ”
A Chinese guest turned his head and stared at him. His eyes were very angry. Zhuang Shikai gave a wink to the soldiers and horses below on the stage. Several security department guys immediately began to move and quietly approached the ghost guy, but Mr. Feng was very calm and despised him as usual: ”this is the robber logic! Tie your shackles and give you dreams. ”
”We can make everything you can give! What you don't teach, we can all learn by ourselves! We don't need you. Can you leave our land? ”
Mr. Feng looked at the ghost guy: ”and what laws you said are beneficial to the Chinese on Hong Kong Island, which one is not taken back by the Chinese on Hong Kong Island with blood?”
”You want to change your education? Have you asked the dead Chinese in Kowloon, the new territories and whether they would agree? ”
”And you were born on Hong Kong Island. Have you asked your parents? Remember who your parents are! ”
The Chinese people on Hong Kong Island were silent. The ghost guy who abused Mr. Feng rushed onto the stage and wanted to start with Mr. Feng, but he was dragged down by several police officers of the security department.
No matter Chinese or ghost guy, they stopped talking and no one paid attention to him.
Mr. Feng named a man under the stage and asked, ”Li Shixian!”
”Do you remember the bomb that fell on the school?”（ Recite the text)
A middle-aged man raised his hand and said, ”Miss Feng, never forget!”
”That bomb didn't kill you.”
”Did you blow up your backbone?” Mr. Feng asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man immediately became ashamed and bowed his head and said, ”I'm sorry, teacher.”
Instead of looking at him, Mr. Feng looked at another person and asked, ”Chen Tianyi, you said that when you grow up, you want to serve the motherland and revive the nation. You don't have a chance to complete it. Do you hope your children don't have a chance?”
”Or do you want you to change your country?”
A wavering faction with a vicissitudes of complexion, clenched his fist, lowered his head and whispered, ”no... I still have a chance.”
Mr. Feng didn't name anyone else, or a few words of powerful language were enough. No amount of weak arguments were pale. She just looked at the people and said, ”you can't be a ghost man by learning English. You know the reform plan. It's up to you to decide whether you want future generations to be losers. Maybe you immigrants can change your nationality, but you can't change your skin color, I can't change my blood... ”
”Xiao Zheng is dead. I hope to tell you her last words before she died. You are a firefly, a spark and a prairie fire.”
The atmosphere at the scene became dignified.