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"Classmate, what do you have to say?"

The school leader was not unhappy about being interrupted. Instead, he looked at Chen Jun with interest.

During the Republic of China, great masters emerged in large numbers. Against the background of turbulence and changing times, academic standards were different, scholars had different learning practices, and the atmosphere was open. They were never afraid of power or superstitious about the truth.

National Chiao Tung University has a strong academic atmosphere and has produced many talents, so it is natural to consciously cultivate this aspect.

Even the students watching below did not have any dissatisfaction on their faces, they all had expressions of surprise.

Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Jun said calmly, "I have always admired Mr. Xiang, and just now I just thought of a poem that I wanted to give to Mr. Xiang and all the students here."

This time, everyone's curiosity was aroused. They were elites with hopes for the future, and they knew that the poems sent to them at this juncture must be extraordinary.

"Oh, I'm a little curious if Mr. Xiang can let him talk. If it's mediocre or inappropriate, I will definitely punish him." The school leader politely signaled to Xiang Chusong.

Xiang Chusong nodded, "It's okay, I'm also very curious."

Tick ​​tock~

Tick ​​tock~

The venue was extremely quiet, as if only the drizzle was falling from the eaves.

Chen Jun stood up and looked around, closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with my hoarse throat:

...

The voice is slow, soothing and melancholy, as if whispering in people's ears, suddenly pulling them away from the dark night.

...

This land battered by storms,

This river of sorrow and indignation always surges with us,

This angry wind that blows endlessly,

And the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest...

...

Suddenly there is a sonorous roar, the wind rolls up the heavy rain, the river surges and roars, the guns roar on the battlefield, and there is a glimmer of dawn.

...

Then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply;

.......

Then the voice became lower again, hoarse and sad, yet majestic and broad.

Everyone seems to be immersed in it. Where is the poem? It is clearly written about each of them.

Shanghai has been occupied by the Japanese army. These students have to move to the concession to attend classes. There is no hope, but they bring hope of dawn.

Who doesn’t love this land deeply?

Gradually there was crying on the field, and eventually everyone was affected by it, both men and women.

Everyone in the audience was crying, wailing loudly, and sobbing softly, as if they wanted to vent all their sorrow and anger.

Chen Jun was also crying. Only in this era did he realize that it is really not easy...

After a quarter of an hour, everyone's emotions calmed down. Tears flashed in the eyes of the school leaders and Xiang Chusong, "Everyone laughed. I believe we will finally have hope."

"Classmate, did you write this poem? It's really contagious."

"This poem was published by Mr. Ai Qing in "Ten Days of Literature" this month. It was not written by me." Chen Jun replied quietly.

Due to the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, information dissemination was slow, so no one here knew about the publication of this poem in December this year.

"Thank you to my classmate for being candid and also thanking him for bringing us an inspiring poem. Let us applaud him!"

The school leaders and Xiang Chusong looked slightly surprised. People who can refuse temptation so frankly are always impressive. Then there was a round of thunderous applause, and the party slowly ended.

Chen Jun did not leave. He held Wang Jiazhi's hand and stood backstage looking at Xiang Chusong. He thought that the scene just now was enough to be a stepping stone.

"Wait for me here."

Seeing that Xiang Chusong put on his hat and seemed to be leaving under the surrounding guards, Chen Jun quickly stepped forward.

"Wait, classmate, you can't go in."

Just as the bodyguard was about to stop Chen Jun, a voice immediately came from the center: "Let him in!"

The voice is calm and powerful, revealing a sharp and perseverance that cannot be shaken.

Chen Jun finally saw this legendary king of Western medicine in the Republic of China. He looked like the black and white photo in his previous life. He was of medium height, elegant and handsome, but now his temples were slightly frosty white with age, and his eyes looked sharp and sharp.

"Do you know why I let you in?" The king of Western medicine looked at Chen Jun with his sharp eyes.

Chen Jun was a little confused and tried to reply, "That patriotic poem?"

"wrong!"

Xiang Chusong smiled and said, "It's your honesty."

"As for poetry, when Wang Zhaoming devoted himself to the revolution to serve the country, he led the sword into success and lived up to his youthful achievements. He was so high-spirited and happy to take revenge! Isn't he still treasonous now?"

Chen Jun was at a loss for words. It was true that his rank was too low, so he couldn't play tricks if he wanted to speculate on the thoughts of such a big boss.

"Tell me, you used poetry to attract my attention, and you have been secretly observing me for a long time. There must be something going on." Xiang Chusong waved his hand and ordered the bodyguards around him to disperse. "If your family has difficulties, you can mention it to me."

"I don't have any difficulties, but I have a request. I would like to ask Mr. Xiang for help."

"Tell me about it."

"I want to kill the traitor Yi Mocheng, please help Mr. Xiang."

Chen Jun was not afraid of this informant. Later generations have proved that he hated the Japanese army and traitors deeply and was trustworthy enough. On the contrary, the question now is whether Xiang Chusong can trust him.

Xiang Chusong's smoking hand shook, his face was calm, but his eyes suddenly became like knives.

"You?" He smiled.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Xiang?"

"Are you laughing at me for not overestimating my abilities? Or are you laughing at me for not being clear about my identity? Is it a spy or a traitor that the Japanese army wants to lurk around you?"

"Everything is there!"

Xiang Chusong didn't shy away from it, he put down the cigarette and said this sentence coldly.

"Mr. Xiang's suspicion is reasonable, but you might as well take a look at this. I believe it can dispel some of your doubts." Chen Jun handed a business card to Xiang Chusong, which was the one given by Xiang Yutang.

"Xiang's Pharmaceutical!"

Twisting the business card, Xiang Chusong was a little confused.

Chen Jun took advantage of the situation and told him what happened on the deck of the ship that day, without hiding anything.

This time Xiang Chusong looked at Chen Jun with even more surprise. If it is true to what this young man named Kuang said, this man has extraordinary medical skills and is a great talent in medical skills. He also dares to blackmail foreigners, which shows his courage.

"Mr. Xiang, as you think, if I really want to be a spy who steals your company's secrets, it would be more convenient for me to go through Mr. Xiang Yutang's channel."

"If I want to assassinate you, and you want to be within five steps of me, I have some skills, so it won't be difficult to kill you."

"And to be blunt, I am very powerful, and I don't like the drugs developed by your company at all. If you give me five years, I can develop some new drugs that can bring together the power of global capital, and I will kill Yi Mocheng by then."

No harder than crushing an ant."

"You are quite crazy." Xiang Chusong said expressionlessly.

"You are not a frivolous young man. Bragging and painting cakes will help attract venture capital and capital, just like Mr. Xiang." Chen Jun is quite relaxed.

Xiang Chusong twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and left, as if he had met a madman.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Xiang doesn't want to know why I have such a strong voice and what I can rely on?"