northernbook Chapter 120: A tough attitude, a hero who saves the country
Chapter 120: A tough attitude, a hero who saves the country
"Go, go, go, go, go!"
Lu Shan kept urging from behind, completely ignoring the students who were shouting.
The more chaotic the moment is, the more we cannot stay. There are too many people here now, and there might be a gunman hiding inside who wants to cause trouble.
"Shanzi, is it necessary to do this?"
In the crowd, Zhang Ye's forehead was full of black lines, feeling that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.
It's clearly just an ordinary trip, but why is it made to look like a celebrity walking on the red carpet in their previous life? Why are there so many security forces?
"Marshal, just listen to me and go!"
Lu Shan remained unmoved and continued to urge the guards to evacuate as soon as possible.
The situation will improve as soon as you leave the station.
Fortunately, the convoy was brought here in advance, otherwise we would have been blocked at the door by this group of people.
"Marshal, we've been waiting here all night just to see you. Please say a few words to us!"
In the crowd outside, the students were still unwilling to give up and kept shouting at the top of their lungs.
For them, today's incident was a bit sad.
Everyone regarded Zhang Ye as an idol and role model, and thought they could meet him and have a simple chat, but now, he just got out of the car and left, treating them as enemies and not even showing up.
This move is extremely disappointing.
"Stop, stop, stop. They are all from Daxia. I, Zhang Ye, don't think I owe them anything. What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Ye, who was halfway there, noticed the disappointed looks of the students, forced his way through the guards around him, and scolded them with an unhappy look on his face.
"Get out of my way! I don't believe there's a gunman in this place today!"
"Hey, you..."
Lu Shan saw that he had stopped and was exposed to the public, but it was too late to stop him.
He could only wave his hand to let the guards block the front and form a simple human wall.
"Marshal, can we chat for a few minutes?"
As soon as the team stopped, the old reporter started taking pictures frantically with his camera, while also starting the interview.
"Do you have any expectations for this charity dinner?"
"Those foreigners keep saying they're raising supplies for the defeated country. What exactly are their intentions?"
"Everyone, please be quiet. I can talk to you for a few minutes, but there are some things that we can just observe and there is no need to discuss publicly."
Zhang Ye was dressed in summer clothes, and his handsome face showed a gentle smile as he faced everyone.
"That reporter just asked a very good question. I don't have any expectations for this charity dinner. I still don't know how it will turn out or who will come."
"But whether or not anyone comes isn't important, and neither is how much money we can raise. I just want to use this to send a signal to the people of this country: Daxia isn't dead. As long as there are young people, as long as there are passionate young people, Daxia will never perish!"
"it is good!!"
Thunderous applause suddenly broke out all around, and the surrounding students clapped their hands vigorously as if they were injected with chicken blood.
This "OK" not only shows that they like Zhang Ye's tough attitude, but also express their gratitude to him.
In these turbulent and chaotic times, children also need recognition and encouragement.
The appearance of Zhang Ye helped them find their life goals and laid a good foundation for their future "national salvation" cause.
Just like this charity dinner, it doesn’t matter how much money is raised. What it represents and the signal it sends are the support and encouragement that students need most.
"Marshal, I want to join the army. I want to join the Independence Army and fight with you to defend our country!"
In the crowd, a somewhat immature student stood on tiptoe and shouted loudly.
It didn't matter what he said, the crowd began to riot again, and many students followed suit, wanting to join the independence army and fight alongside Zhang Ye.
Faced with everyone's enthusiasm and trust, Zhang Ye felt an indelible warmth in his heart.
But he didn't intend to have these students.
The existence of the Independence Army is a secret, a mysterious team that no one can figure out no matter how hard they try.
They do not need external reinforcements, so there is no need to recruit soldiers.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
Zhang Ye raised his voice and waved his hands to suppress the crowd's cheers.
"I understand that you want to join the army and want to change the current situation in our country."
"But fundamentally, you are still just a group of students. It's good to have ideals and ambitions, but if you want to achieve these goals, you still have to complete your studies first."
"War is the most crude and inferior means. You should not focus on this. Instead, use your own methods and actions to develop a more gentle method to resolve the current difficulties."
"Marshal, which direction should we go in?"
The students all looked at him at the same time, their eyes full of curiosity.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Ye just shook his head with a bitter smile on his lips.
"This is the meaning of learning. Only by reading more and better books can you fully understand the mysteries contained therein."
"Marshal, can you discuss the transfer rights of Qindao?"
Seeing the students asking endless empty questions, the reporters around became anxious and quickly brought up the hotly debated topics of the past few days, wanting to see what the "party involved" had to say.
After all, Qindao belongs to Donglu, and Zhang Ye is the supreme leader of Donglu. His attitude can completely determine whether Qindao stays or goes.
"This issue is confidential for now. We are still discussing it internally. Once we make a real decision, we will make it public."
Zhang Ye did not give a direct answer, as he did not want to reveal his cards right away.
"Dear friends from the press, it's almost time. The Marshal has just arrived in Shanghai and has a lot of things to deal with. Let's find a chance to talk another day when we have time!"
Lu Shan, who had been waiting for a long time, calmed the restless onlookers while directing the guards to take Zhang Ye away quickly.
If we keep chatting like this, you won’t be able to leave until dark.
"Marshal, I have one last question. Will you surrender to the foreigners?"
In the waiting room, a boy stuck his head out of the window, looked at the figure that was about to go away, and shouted loudly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy sounds around them disappeared without a trace. Everyone shut their mouths and stared at Zhang Ye, waiting for his answer.
In today's Daxia, warlords are constantly separatist and occupying the mountains as kings. Due to the backward industrial production capacity, they cannot produce high-quality guns and artillery. As a result, if these warlords, big and small, want to develop, they must bow to foreigners and buy guns and ammunition from them.
It is also for this reason that among these warlords, there are many lackeys in disguise. In order to obtain more aid, they do not hesitate to sell state assets at a low price, regardless of the lives of the people, and squeeze them desperately, just to quickly expand their personal power.
The people hated this situation but there was nothing they could do.
They deeply hope that a true hero will emerge to save the country, who will not fear power or wind and rain, and will stand bravely and firmly for Daxia.