The contents of the telegram were read out, and the entire office of the editorial department of the Oriental News was frozen in silence as if time had been frozen.

This moment was short-lived, yet it seemed to be extremely long and tormented.

Chu Yunsheng saw the editor who leaned over to read out the contents of the telegram took a deep breath, his eyes flushed red, and his cheeks were clenched tightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain his trembling muscles.

‌This patience is about to collapse.

"The Orientals are extremely shameless!"

As soon as this shout came out, it was like a spark fell into a fire keg, and the momentary silence in the office instantly exploded into an uproar, and the crowd was excited.

"Is this news true or false?"

"How can it be fake, the news from Peiping, you look down the telegram and say that this matter in Peiping is resorting to the newspapers!"

"Wenhe, you studied in Dongyang, tell me, how could Dongyang do such a despicable and dirty thing!"

"It turned out to be true, this is good!"

"This kind of unreasonable request must not be agreed! The meeting has not ended, there may be a turning point, as long as the delegation's attitude is firm..."

"I am afraid that the delegation's firmness will not help. Did you not read what the telegram said? Can you refuse to be invalid, the protest is invalid! The situation in our country is such that when the delegation went to Europe a few months ago, people saw their own jokes. , it's not one-sided, so what are you fighting for!"

"Is it difficult for us to just sit back and wait?"

"Mr. Fang!"

During the fierce quarrel and indignation in the editorial department, a pair of eyes turned to Fang Jiming, the editor-in-chief of the Oriental Daily and a patriotic intellectual with great influence in all walks of life.

Fang Jiming didn't know that when he stood up, he opened his mouth under one's eyes, and said only: "Bring the telegram."

The editor with the telegram in his hand hurried over and handed Fang Jiming the wrinkled telegram.

Fang Jiming put the paper with the antibiotic effect on the table upside down. He took the telegram and read it word by word. It was only a few lines, but he read it for a long time. When he opened, his voice was hoarse: "This is a telegram from Mr. Song Yongnian."

A young editor was stunned: "That's really true...  Mr. Fang, aren't we the victorious country in the war in Europe?"

Another editor said: "Strengthening power has its own affairs, how can there be so many reasons to talk about it!"

Suddenly, the editorial department was quiet again.

Chu Yunsheng's gaze swept across these editors.

He still remembered that just a few minutes ago, when he and Yu Jing had just entered here, these young faces were still full of vigorous new-spirited spirit, as if they were splurged all over. The energy, to pay for those progressive things, to burn their youth and strength.

‌At this moment, these faces are dimmed, like the fire is about to go out, and the wind and candle are dying.

Chu Yun's voice is clear, these hesitant eyes may only be appearances, they are still holding a fire in their chests, and they still want to shout out and charge up. ‌At this time, this confusion and powerlessness is still true.

They can't predict the future, and they don't know whether they are filling in the bottomless deep sea or the bridge to the new world.

"The original front page was removed."

The telegram in Fang Jiming's hand was shot on the table.

He sat down again, tore off the manuscript paper that was almost full in front of him, picked up the pen, and started writing hard.

 At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the editorial department.

Chu Yunsheng looked up, but saw that the person who came was Zheng Yuansheng who was in a hurry and only wore a shirt and forgot to bring his coat. He also had a telegram in his hand.

As soon as he saw the atmosphere, he knew that the Oriental Daily had also received news.

Zheng Yuansheng saw that Fang Jiming was writing an article, so he stood aside and did not interrupt immediately.

Fang Jiming was writing with the fire burning in his chest. He didn't write long, only a few hundred words before he stopped writing. The handwriting is full of paper, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

"Mr. Fang, I have something to tell you." Zheng Yuansheng.

Fang Jiming glanced at Zheng Yuansheng, handed the article to an editor, and opened a partition next to it. Inside was a small lounge in the editorial department, with two beds and some tables and chairs. There are often editors who stay busy until late at night and stay here.

No one invited Yu Jing, so Yu Jing still followed him out of sight. Seeing this, Chu Yunsheng naturally followed.

The four of them entered the lounge, and Zheng Yuansheng went straight to the point: "Mr. Fang, you know the news from Europe, are you still not concerned?"

Fang Jiming sat in a chair with a heavy expression on his face, and instead of answering, he asked, "Yuansheng, the European conference is still three months away, do you think there is still room for recovery?"

Zheng Yuansheng frowned, and said in a difficult manner, "difficult."

He paced his legs tensely: "There is a delay in the domestic news, we got this telegram, and two rounds of conferences have been held in Europe. Some officials and foreigners in Haicheng should be one day faster than our news. In two days, you can see their reaction."

"Besides, it must have been a premeditated plan for Dongyang to make this request. Our country... I'm afraid we don't have the right to speak so much."

At this moment, some voices rang out in the office next door.

Zheng Yuansheng's words paused for a while, and then he answered: "Perhaps... let all the people know about this matter, and gather the efforts of 40 million people..."

Fang Jiming interrupted him: "It's not difficult, it's simply impossible."

Zheng Yuansheng froze, and suddenly turned to look at Fang Jiming: "Mr. Fang—"

"Not to mention the voices of 40 million people, even if there are more, double, double, or a hundred times more, there will be no waves. Too many, it can't be done. Why are you doing this?"

Fang Jiming said, "How did you get those opiums, how did those coalition forces come, how did those terms come, and how did the concessions under your feet come from?"

"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"

"You really can't see through the situation at home and abroad?"

"Those are righteous, they don't tell us, do they really not understand? No! They think we are not worthy!"

"I'm always thinking about it, thinking about it when I'm sitting, thinking about it when I'm lying down, thinking about writing articles, thinking about the future of China, thinking about the future of you young people. I can't think of anything, and it seems like I don't have anything. The way forward."

"You always tell me in my ears that if politics and economics are not good, we need to make a complete change, and we should learn from the foreigners step by step, and we need reformism. One is extreme and the other is conservative. Changed, but not better, and still do not know where to go, and what went right or wrong."

Hearing this, Zheng Yuansheng stopped in his footsteps, and his expression became excited: "Mr. Fang, we are wrong, but we have to! The blood, the faith and courage to give everything have never been there, then Huaguo is truly defeated!"

Fang Jiming didn't say anything about Zheng Yuansheng's position as usual, but sighed and said, "That's it."

He looked at Zheng Yuansheng and slowly said, "The philosophy of the Oriental Daily will not change. I personally am willing to support some causes. It's not for anything else, I just don't want to have such a meeting in the future. To see such a telegram again."

His eyes fell on Yu Jingzhen again.

"Jing Jing, I also know what you are asking for, and I will agree to it."

Chu Yunsheng followed Fang Jiming's gaze towards Yu Jing.

When the telegram arrived and the news of a thunderbolt came, Yu Jing was silent for a while, frowning in deep thought.

In this foreign matter, his news is not much faster than Jacqueline's, so the shock and anger when he hears it is no different.

Chu Yunsheng could see the blue veins on the back of Yu Jing's hand, and the tight and stiff back at that moment. ‌Yu Jing‌ did not allow anger to spread, nor did he feel powerless.

He is the type of person who will not give up, even if there is only a faint hope.

What's more, compared to before, now he still has the changes brought about by Chu Yunsheng.

"Sir, things may not have reached the end." Yu Jing said, "Did you forget the piece of paper just now? We still have some chips, but I don't know if we can play the meeting at that meeting. other countries.”

Fang Jiming was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed some surprised joy: "In this case, there will be hope..."

Seeing the change in Fang Jiming's expression, Zheng Yuansheng was a little confused, but before he could ask, Fang Jiming answered: "However, the situation in the Northeast has deteriorated a lot in the past six months, and I always feel that Anxiety. You showed me that piece of paper before, didn't you want to send it and the other medicines up north?"

"There shouldn't be too many of these things..."

Yu Jing‌‌: "It will be mass-produced. Also, sir, you may have misunderstood. I don't plan to use antibiotics directly as a bargaining chip, but plan to try those proprietary Chinese medicines first."

Showing your hole cards too early will only result in a clean loss.

Said, Yu Jing looked at Chu Yunsheng and asked for his opinion, after all, Chu Yunsheng is the master of the prescription.

Chu Yunsheng was naturally willing to do this, but he didn't think that the outcome of that meeting would change too much due to those proprietary Chinese medicines or antibiotics. Maybe Yu Jing had this mental preparation, so he didn't take out antibiotics directly.

The war in Europe has stopped, but there is still artillery fire spreading in Northeast China.

The Orientals have entered the Northeast, and now they want to take the Qingzhou Peninsula, obviously they are preparing for the layout.

Even if Chinese patent medicine and antibiotics hit other countries, Dongyang will not sit still. As long as they don't plan to give up the fat of China, they will definitely pay more to regain the support of other countries.

And when there are enough benefits given by the Orientals, other countries can completely steal and rob China's prescriptions and antibiotics, use or study them, and there is no need to work hard to talk about bargaining.

A weak country has no justice, and a weak country has no diplomacy.

That's what makes no sense.

On the seat, Fang Jiming pondered for a long time, finally nodded, and sighed: "Let's give it a try. The day after tomorrow I will go to see Mr. James of the American Emperor, Jing, you can go with me."

When it came to Chinese patent medicines, Zheng Yuansheng suddenly realized that, surprise and hope appeared in his eyes, and he didn't ask any more questions.

At the end of the conversation, Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jing left the editorial office of the Oriental Daily, which was much busier than before.

The car started slowly, Chu Yunsheng looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and suddenly started: "Is the location of the arsenal determined?"

Yu Jing was stunned for a moment, and the tiredness on his face faded a bit: "Not yet."

Chu Yunsheng's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of gloom in his tone: "Let's make a decision as soon as possible."

As if he understood what Chu Yunsheng meant, Yu Jing slowly closed his eyes, his slightly long hair fell, covering his brows with a deep shadow.

A few days after the incident, Yu Jing was once again caught up in the hustle and bustle.

Chu Yunsheng's hospital moved to a two-story house a few hundred meters away. The environment here is cleaner, and it is convenient for Yu Jing to arrange some protection.

The Oriental News and other major newspapers in Haicheng, Qiqi published the incident on the front page the day after the news came.

The whole city was in an uproar, and the whole country was shaken.

When the news of the student parade came from Peiping, people from all walks of life ran for the country and became angry. Haicheng also erupted in countless shouts and appeals. Newspapers were printed out like snowflakes one by one, protests against strikes, speeches and demonstrations.

Just a short distance from Chu Yunsheng's residence to the hospital, he could see groups of young people holding up banners and shouting in anger.

There are also some violent ones, smashing the restaurants and businesses of the Orientals, and making the patrol room devastated. Some conflict incidents suddenly increased, and Chu Yunsheng's hospital was also overcrowded, and it was all young people.

Chu Yunsheng saw the student who was screaming while the nurse was treating the injury in the consultation room on the first floor. He was a frequent visitor in the hospital these days.

The gentle and older female nurse frowned, rubbing the medicine for him, while saying: "It's chaos outside, you just go to school, what kind of assembly are you going to? This time someone fired a gun, next time it's just someone else. Shoot, how many lives do you have at such a young age?"

The student smiled and said: "It's a pity that there is only one life. If there is another one, I will also come to the stage to give a speech and protest!"

Nurse ‌: "Protest what?"

"Sister Xu, don't you know? Protest to sign!" said the student.

"Of course I know it's such a big mess. What's the use of you doing all this? This is the way this world is." The nurse sighed and said.

"I do not believe."

The student said: "I believe that everything will be fine. The world will be fine, the future will be fine, and China will be fine. This is not something you can just sit and wait for, and someone will always say Say something, do something. This is good, even if I can't see it, my son and grandson can see it sooner or later."

"I believe that in the future, everyone will be equal, peace and tranquility, and no one will look down on us anymore!"

Said, the student who talked about himself so passionately looked at Chu Yunsheng who was passing by, smiled and asked loudly, "Doctor Chu, do you believe it?"

Chu Yunsheng paused, his voice calm and powerful: "I believe it."

Coming to this intricate world, he knows that he also has too many limitations and powerlessness.

Facing the wheel of the times, the changes of the world, and the future of the country, he or Yu Jing's personal strength can be a man's arm to stop the car, and he is vulnerable.

‌Yes, they will never be alone.

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