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Chapter 661 The Sword of Literacy Burns the Soul of the Country (Please Subscription, Monthly Pass)

The faces of all the guests under the stage were moved and they dared not speak.

Some people were secretly upset.

Mr. Feng's voice is not loud, but the weight is very heavy. The opening sentence of the first sentence wants to be a head shot, and it explodes in the hearts of the Chinese.

The scene was very quiet, even Gui Lao maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, quietly listening to Mr. Feng with a glass of wine.

It is impolite to interrupt Mr. Feng's speech, and Mr. Feng's actions during the Japanese occupation period are respected by even ghosts!

Shalena stepped forward and half squatted beside Mr. Feng's chair, took out a microphone, and gently pinned it to Mr. Feng's collar.

Mr. Feng said calmly into the microphone: "The best way to destroy a nation is not to kill a nation, but to destroy a nation's culture. During World War II, millions of Chinese compatriots died in battle. Why can we still stand tall in Hong Kong? On the land of the island?"

"Because we still inherit Chinese culture, for the sake of inheriting Chinese culture, even if someone wants to kill me, I will cross the sea!"

"Mr. Feng, who wants to kill you?" There was a commotion in the audience, and then someone said: "But education reform does not mean cutting off culture, it just takes away the dross, which is more beneficial to the development of civilization on Hong Kong Island."

Mr. Feng looked at her and said with a smile: "Well said, taking the essence and taking the dross is what every nation must do if it wants to make progress, but what is the essence? What is the dross?"

"This can only be determined by the Chinese! It cannot be determined by the British!"

As soon as Mr. Feng appeared at the reception, he immediately got to the point!

In a few words, there is a fierce battle of words and swords, a dispute of theoreticalism, without the smoke of a fierce battle of guns, but it is more bloody than a fierce battle of guns, and it will cause disaster for thousands of years, killing people invisible.

A Chinese young man immediately raised his hand, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Feng, Zhang Youming is a latecomer, my father is a director of Shenghai Group, and he is currently the section chief of the Education Bureau..."

"I think your thinking is a little narrow."

"How narrow?"

Mr. Feng looked at him with a smile.

The young man raised his hands and replied calmly: "The Japanese occupation period was different from the British government. I heard about your deeds and I admire you very much."

"However, times have changed. It is now a trend to promote world exchanges. Hong Kong Island's economy and the lives of Hong Kong Island citizens have also improved under the leadership of the British government. Don't you think that education reform may be another good thing?"

"It can make the economy of Hong Kong Island better in the future."

"Oh?" Mr. Feng said kindly: "What's the difference between the Japanese government and the British government? Both are colonial governments, but one can rent for a hundred years, and the other can't. Naturally, two policies must be adopted."

"You think you are good, but in fact, what you think is not important... The improvement of Hong Kong Island's economy and citizens' lives is due to the united resistance and hard work of the Chinese on Hong Kong Island, and the second is due to the improvement of modern productivity. The British government needs to create Taxation is due to the excellent natural harbor advantages of Hong Kong Island and the geographical advantages of containing the mainland.”

"There is nothing that is not our Chinese, and there is nothing that is not created by us."

Mr. Feng clearly pointed out: "Young man, the person who earns you ten dollars and returns you one dollar is not an ancestor, but a robber!"

"FUCK!" A ghost smashed the cup, very angry.

He raised his hand and cursed: "Without the imperial government's laws, education, and technology, how can Hong Kong Island develop! Ignorant East Asian idiot!"

A Chinese guest turned his head and glared at him, his eyes were very angry. Zhuang Shikai gave a wink to the soldiers and horses below, and several security guards immediately started to move, approaching the ghost quietly, but Mr. Feng was very angry. Calmly, he said with usual disdain: "This is the logic of robbers! I tied your ankles and said it was to give you dreams."

"What you can give, we can make it all by ourselves! What you don't teach, we can learn it all by ourselves! We don't need you, can you leave our land?"

Mr. Feng looked at Gui Lao: "As for the laws you mentioned, if they are beneficial to the Chinese in Hong Kong Island, which one was not brought back by the Chinese in Hong Kong Island with their blood?"

"You want to change education? Have you asked Kowloon, the New Territories, and those dead Chinese if they agree!"

"And you were born on Hong Kong Island, have you asked your parents? Do you remember who your parents are!"

The Hong Kong Island Chinese in the audience were silent. The ghost who insulted Mr. Feng rushed to the stage, wanting to do something to Mr. Feng, but was dragged down by several police officers from the security department.

No matter if it was a Chinese or a ghost, everyone stopped talking, and no one paid attention to him.

Mr. Feng named a person in the audience and asked, "Li Shixian!"

"Do you remember that bomb that fell on the school?"

A middle-aged man raised his hand and said, "Teacher Feng, I will never forget it!"

"The bomb didn't kill you."

"Has it blown your bones?" Mr. Feng asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man immediately became ashamed, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, teacher."

Mr. Feng didn't look at him again, but looked at another person and asked: "Chen Tianyi, you said that when you grow up, you want to serve the motherland and rejuvenate the nation. You have no chance to complete it. Do you hope that your children will also have the chance?"

"Or do you want you to change your country?"

A swinger with a vicissitudes of life clenched his fists, lowered his head, and replied softly, "No...I still have a chance."

Mr. Feng didn't name anyone else, or a few powerful words were enough, and no amount of weak rebuttals would be worthless. She just looked at the crowd and said, "You don't have to learn English to be a ghost. You know, it’s up to you whether you want the youngsters to become useless or not, maybe you immigrants can change your nationality, but you can’t change your skin color, you can’t change your Yanhuang blood..."

"Xiao Zheng is dead. I want to tell everyone her last words before she died. There is a little heat and a little light. You are the firefly, the spark, and the fire of the prairie fire."

The atmosphere at the scene became tense.

A famous ghost politician and representative put down his wine glass, turned around and left.

They don't fit in here anymore.

But a Chinese man raised his head and looked forward.

They stand up straight!

"If you are willing to fight for the Chinese in Hong Kong Island for the next 50 years, Mr. Zhuang and I will always support you. Although I can only support you spiritually, Mr. Zhuang will guarantee your safety..."

"Mr. Zhuang has already done this." Mr. Feng turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Shikai behind him.

Then he turned around and said to everyone, "Please support Zhuang Sheng."

"Hey!"

A shot was fired.

In a dark factory.

Chen Jiaju's face was covered with blood, he held a gun in both hands, pointed the shotgun at the head of the corpse, "clicked" the breech of the gun, and fired again: "Hey!"

A piece of shotgun exploded, deep into the ground, and the head of the beaten corpse exploded, bloody and bloody, and blood spattered on his face.

Chen Jiaju put down his gun and hissed: "It's finally over!"

Among the 12 groups' operations this time, only Chen Jiaju has the most difficult target to deal with! He can be said to have experienced a fierce battle!

"The dust has settled." Zhuang Shikai looked at the Chinese bureaucrats and educators who raised their wine glasses high in the audience, and his heart was completely relaxed.

I saw more than two hundred Chinese bureaucrats, wearing suits, toasting quietly.

The scene is quiet yet inspiring!

Not only the fifty-three people needed on the list, but also other Chinese people who don’t need and have no positions, are willing to shine and contribute to the future of Hong Kong Island at this moment!

At this time, Salina walked up to the main stage with a glass of champagne and handed it to Zhuang Shikai in a timely manner. Zhuang Shikai reached out to take the champagne glass and raised it to hundreds of people: "Thank you for your support."

He drank a glass of champagne with his head held high.

Hundreds of people drank a glass of champagne.

Mr. Feng showed a smile on his face. Although there was no shouting in unison, the Chinese in the education circle of Hong Kong Island had completely united at this moment. He has seen the national soul!

Only the national soul is valuable, and only when it is developed can China make real progress. Hong Kong Island will really progress.

Some die-hard dissidents will leave quietly in a quiet and serious atmosphere.

The names of these people are all written down.

Zhuang Shikai returned the clean champagne glass to Salina, and immediately pushed Mr. Feng's wheelchair and turned away...

Although the reception has not completely ended, the business has been discussed.

The guests put the champagne glasses back on the table one by one, a few took some food, and most of the rest left immediately.

Le Huizhen looked at the picture in the camera, raised her head, and looked at a figure from afar...

This news is going to be hot!

This tape will become a precious historical material!

"Zhuang sir!" In the middle of the night, the reception ended, but the turmoil in the education field caused many people to lose sleep, and the result of the reception will soon make the Hong Kong Island government powerless!

Zhuang Shikai accompanied Mr. Feng back to the other courtyard on the top of the mountain. After asking Mr. Feng to rest, he turned and left.

Zeng Xiangrong was wearing a suit and holding a document.

He was a dignified senior police superintendent who was waiting at the gate of the other courtyard.

Zhuang Shikai seemed a little surprised: "Have you checked the personnel information of the Military Intelligence Department?"

The police force has launched an extermination operation against Unit 701, and the next target is the Military Intelligence Department! Only by taking care of the Military Intelligence Department can we defeat the trouble-making capital on Hong Kong Island!

According to the latest news from the front, all the teams have wiped out all the 701 units. The real meaning of the 701 units is only "Xu Xi" left, and all the dangerous elements have been wiped out.

The next step is to attack the Military Intelligence Department!

Zhuang Shikai's humility when facing Mr. Feng was swept away, and instead he narrowed his eyes with a murderous look on his face.

Zeng Xiangrong straightened up a little nervously: "Report sir! We have found six peripheral personnel from the Military Intelligence Department, and now apply for arrest and interrogation!"

Chen Jiaju, Zhuo Jingquan and others did a good job in the other lines. There was not much movement on his side, which made him very nervous. However, the Military Intelligence Department is the most difficult line, and it is not so easy to do.

The elite agents behind the scenes can only be dug out if the peripheral personnel are first arrested and interrogated.

"Approved!" Zhuang Shikai folded his suit, stepped into the car, closed the door with a "clack", lowered the window, looked up at Zeng Xiangrong and said, "Secret interrogation is required! Give me the answer after tonight!"