Chapter 211 - Chinese Medicine Was Pseudoscience! (1/2)

Chapter 211 Chinese Medicine Was Pseudoscience!“Eat more, because you’ll never get a chance to eat again! You foodie!”

“I think you suddenly become smart. It’s smart of you to take the last chance to have a good meal of roast duck, because no one will sale it to you anymore even if you want to eat it.”

“Look at you! How annoying! How can you still have the heart to eat roast duck? Shame on you!”

“I appreciate you who face the fucked-up life with the fukced up attitude!”

Obviously, most people on the Weibo were natives in the capital.

Therefore, they all thought that Fang Qiu was showing off in a disguised way.

In this case, it was impossible that he was not ridiculed or scolded!

However, at the moment when everyone was mocking him, he had left the Quanjude Roast Duck, and got on a taxi.

“Go to the Tiananmen Square, please!”

He opened his mouth as he got on the taxi.

The Tiananmen Square was located in the center of the capital of China, and the south of the Palace Museum.

What was the Tiananmen Square? It was China, as well as the national emblem!

How could someone not go to Tiananmen Square after he came to the capital?

For Fang Qiu, he perhaps only had one day here. So he must grasp this only chance firmly to see what he should see, and to do what he should do.

Arriving at the Tiananmen Square, he got off the taxi.

Looking at the magnificent building before him, the bustling crowd, the Monument of the People’s Heroes erected in the square, the chairman’s image hung on the wall, the Five-Starred Red Flag fluttering with the wind highly in the sky, and the wide moat before the wall, he got stunned.

Suddenly, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

He felt as if he was very small.

Smaller than the world, the square, and the martyrs and forefathers!

After a long time, with a “phew…”, he took a deep breath and walked towards the Monument to the People’s Heroes.

This was the monument built by China to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs in modern history.

Reaching the monument, he looked up.

“Over the past three years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed in the People’s Liberation War and the People’s Revolution are immortal!”

“Over the past thirty years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed in the People’s Liberation War and the People’s Revolution are immortal!”

“Dating back to the year of 1840, from that moment on, in order to fight against internal and external enemies, and strive for national independence and people’s freedom and happiness, the people’s heroes who sacrificed in previous struggles are immortal”

Looking at the three sentences on the stone monument, he was touched with slightly red eyes.

Ignoring the crowded stream of people around, he straightened up, and made a salute to the monument!

To all the predecessors. It was they who built China with their blood!

Without them, there would be no China today!

After the salute, he took out his phone, took a photo of the Monument to the People’s Heroes and posted it on his Weibo.

This time, he didn’t edit the text, and posted the photo only. Nothing else.

But even so, it still drew a lot of ridicule.

“How? Do you think we won’t scold you after you show your patriotic feelings?”

“You don’t deserve to stand in front of the Monument to the People’s Heroes!”

“Are you patriotic? If you are, why do you intend to destroy Chinese Medicine, the treasures of our country, in person?”

“You show patriotic feelings while doing unpatriotic things. What a shame!”

“What a shrewd man!”

Looking at the abuses, Fang Qiu shook his head with a bitter smile.

Though there was a lot of abuse, surprisingly, this picture quickly went viral with thousands of likes, the highest number of likes of any of his posts.

However, of course, the likes were for the Monument to the People’s Heroes, not Fang Qiu.

Time had passed in a frenzy of anticipation.

At one thirty in the afternoon, a thin young man in a grey suit and with glasses appeared in the third conference room on the 21st floor of the Zhongfeng Mansion.

Taking a closer look, you would found that he had a thin face, a slim figure, and a buzzcut head, which made him look energetic.

This thin man was Li Wenbo.

In the conference room, everything had been ready.

There were cameras on all four sides of the room, which meant what would happen here would be a live show.

Since there was still some time to go, Li Wenbo opened the live telecast platform with his laptop while sitting down, and started the broadcast first.

Then, he posted the link of the web on his Weibo.

Soon, tens of thousands of people had gathered in the studio.

And the numbers kept soaring.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Li Wenbo.”