The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 855 I just want to protect you

Free America, shootings every day.

Although this is a catchy saying that summarizes the facts, in fact, in 2005, even for Chinese netizens, the United States was still a lighthouse standing on the other side of the ocean, radiating the light of freedom and democracy.

Not to mention other countries.

Of course, a number of countries surrounding the United States, led by Cuba, are exceptions - too far from heaven and too close to the United States.

Thanks to the foundation laid by the country's strong national strength in the past, the US foreign propaganda has always been trying its best to avoid discussions of related incidents abroad. Their strong monetary power and reputation for freedom and democracy allow them to easily muddy the waters in many countries and cover up some public opinions that are unfavorable to themselves.

The firefighters in the 911/ incident have not had a good ending to this day, and even in the United States, public opinion on this incident has been suppressed again and again, not to mention how many people in the United States can still mention it.

But now, when Zhou Yi, a world-class superstar who already attracted a lot of attention, was shot in broad daylight on the campus of Columbia University in the United States, the public opinion in the United States could not be contained in an instant.

This is not a military incident; strictly speaking, it can be considered a terrorist incident.

Not to mention that Zhou Yi himself is still alive and well in the hospital, so it is impossible to leave no evidence, and there are so many people filming videos and TV stations at the scene.

Even the diplomatic sector, which has always been inclined to be tolerant, has begun to unite many people to put severe international pressure on the United States over the Zhou Yi incident.

The United States was already being criticized for invading Iraq, and now you are accusing others of terrorism, but a real terrorist has emerged from your own family.

In that situation, and with Zhou Yi's special identity, it was definitely a terrorist attack!
The whole world has seen it, and it’s impossible to cover it up.

The CIA and the FBI were pushed to the forefront by the American public. Countless conspiracy theories were thrown at them, forcing both parties to come out and issue a statement that they would conduct a thorough investigation, while clearing themselves of suspicion and emphasizing one thing -

We, the CIA/FBI, really did not carry out any terrorist attacks!
"I don't believe it! Even if it wasn't done by the FBI, it must have been done by the CIA!"

"They're killing all the progressives! They want to raise the heads of racists! Their very existence is terrorism! Their goal is white supremacy!"

"Think about Cuba, think about Castro! I don't know how many people still remember that the CIA let Mexican drug dealers go three years ago. They have always been so disgusting!"

"The police are also a bunch of good-for-nothings! Only the police in the luxurious and wealthy areas are real police officers, while those in the poor areas are only in cahoots with the pharmaceutical companies! A year ago, my dad got drunk and urinated on the street, and was dragged by the police to be forcibly injected with a test drug!"

"Oppose terrorist attacks! Oppose any form of terrorist attacks!"

"Am I the only one who thinks Spike is God incarnate? No normal person could have survived that? The police report says he shot him three times and these are just scratches."

"You're overthinking it. Didn't you see that Warner Bros. has officially announced the postponement of the concert tickets it was supposed to hold? If Spike was really fine, he wouldn't have announced the postponement. It's probably pretty serious, but it just hasn't been revealed yet."

"Oh, yeah, the concert ticket sales have really been postponed..."

For the "Star World Tour Concert" on August 8 and 27, the first round of ticket sales should have started on July 28. This is the market rule.

But today is the 23rd, and Warner and Madison Square Garden organizers have announced a postponement of ticket sales...

"Some emotions must be used. The banner that the United States uses internationally is anti-terrorism. Now, Little Edgar and I plan to classify this incident as a domestic terrorist attack in the United States and stand up for you."

In the ward, Warner CEO Edgar nodded repeatedly. Zhou Jianhui, who had not slept for a day, was responsible for explaining the whole operation to Zhou Yi: "Once the terrorist attack is determined, even the CIA and FBI will not dare to complain about you in the short term, and they must even protect your safety in the United States..."

A single shooting and a terrorist attack are two completely different levels of severity.

"There are many celebrities who oppose the Iraq War, and they have now become your natural allies. Trust me, Spike, no one wants to live in fear of being shot at any time. Everyone has only one life."

As one of the capitals of the United States, Edgar Jr. does have some social skills: "Terrorist attacks don't care how famous you are. They are all indiscriminate attacks."

They would do so even if doing so would make a Chinese person invulnerable in the eyes of American public opinion.

As one of the beneficiaries of Zhou Yi's reputation, Apple also spared no effort under Jobs's promotion and continued to add bricks and tiles to Zhou Yi's public opinion: "Apple's relevant parties have also prepared public opinion mobilization work Spike, this is absolutely something we cannot tolerate."

Robert Iger, the new CEO of Disney who came alongside Jobs, repeatedly stated: "Terrorist attacks are absolutely not allowed. Don't worry, Spike, as long as I am here at Disney, Disney will always stand with you."

He was still counting on Spike to act as a middleman. Whoever came to deal with Spike at this time would be his, Robert Egger's, enemy!
In the past two days since Spike was shot, he has come to know the status of this man in China. It is definitely not just a flag. Just from what he learned from the US officials, the person and level of the person who called to express his condolences across the ocean made him fascinated.

The CEO of Warner Bros. repeatedly said that we are all brothers, and your business is my business -

What a joke! My Warner Bros. has even teamed up with Brother Zhou Yi in the Chinese market to set up a joint company with China Film. You can't write two Warners with one stroke of the pen. If you hit my brother, you're not giving face to my Warner Pictures!

Terrorist attacks!
It must be a terrorist attack!
What does it have to do with the United States if your federal government is criticized? If you are beaten, you must stand at attention!

Bush, eat shit!
After a series of visits, Zhou Yi finally had a break and stretched out his body.

The person in front of him was too high-ranking. Qian Jiang, who finally entered the ward, saw his tired appearance as soon as he came in with a fruit basket. He smiled and put the fruit basket on the bedside table: "Do you want to see who is here to see you, Ayi?"

"?"

Zhou Yi turned around and picked an orange from the fruit basket. He raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked behind him. There was no one there. "Who? Air?"

Now it was Qian Jiang's turn to fail. He turned his head and saw the door of the ward was pushed open by a hand the next second.

Sun Yanzi, with neck-length hair, walked in quietly, as if he was afraid that his footsteps might disturb the patient's rest if he walked too fast.

The moment the door closed, Sun Yanzi turned around and made eye contact with the man holding an orange beside the bed.

After sorting out the fruit basket, Qian Jiang kept his achievement and fame to himself, quietly left the ward, and handed the space to the two people.

"Yanzi? Why don't you take a good rest after flying here——"

Before he could finish his words, the man bumped into the woman who was unconsciously shedding tears.

Zhou Yi, who was still holding an orange in his hand, subconsciously raised his hands to give a French military salute. The woman, with her head buried in her chest, wet his hospital gown with tears, and a mosquito-like whimpering sound continuously emerged from her restrained throat.

After a while, when he felt that she had almost released her emotions, Zhou Yi gently patted the woman's back with his right hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just a few scrapes, just a few scrapes."

"..."

Sun Yanzi didn't say anything, but she was very dissatisfied with the man's mouth. After letting go, she raised her head and stared at him closely. When the latter seemed to want to say something, she directly clamped her hands around his neck, raised her head and tiptoed to greet him——

Gagged him!

——? !

The block was so strong that it hurt my teeth.

Zhou Yi, with his eyes wide open, could sense that she had any intention of giving up or being shy, but this effort made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he could only take her with him -

Until she couldn't catch her breath. "Ha...ha..."

A simple white T-shirt and jeans, a pair of canvas shoes, and the fatigue from not sleeping for a day and a night can hardly be concealed even with makeup——

After being released, Sun Yanzi gasped for breath and quickly adjusted his breathing. Then, before Zhou Yi could come to his senses, he pulled him over again!

Her belly button unknowingly felt the rough texture of his fingertips caressing her, and her slightly trembling body did not show any resistance. Instead, she tried harder - so hard that she almost wanted to melt him into her body.

Until she accidentally broke Zhou Yi's lips——

"hiss!"

Sun Yanzi stood there for a few seconds, smelling a hint of blood. He lowered his head and realized that his T-shirt had rolled up to his abdomen. He raised his eyes again to see his grinning face. The upper part of his left ear wrapped in gauze looked quite funny. He couldn't help but spit a few times: "...You deserve it!"

"Please don't pollute my technical database, thank you." Zhou Yi covered his mouth and spoke in a muffled voice.

Sun Yanzi became somewhat exasperated after hearing these words. His cheeks were puffed up with traces of tears still on them, and his deathly gaze was fixed on him the entire time.

"But I have to say that your plan to gain weight and become rounder over the years has been somewhat effective."

"cut."

Sun Yanzi showed disdain, only the tips of his ears turned a little red, and he just kept smoothing down the rolled-up T-shirt.

Finally, seeing that he still had a "shashasha" look, she couldn't help but lean over, frowned and asked in self-doubt: "Does it hurt? I didn't mean to, I just--"

"I lied to you."

Zhou Yi, who instantly had a playful smile on his face, pouted his lips and blew his bangs, which made the former laugh.

"That's right, I'm fine, why are you frowning? Just smile, you look best when you smile, don't you know?"

Zhou Yi pinched the woman's face and said with a smile: "If you don't know, you would think I'm dead."

"Bah bah bah!"

Sun Yanzi, who let the man do what he wanted, glared at him and said, "Don't say such unlucky words."

She was not a superstitious person, but now she is afraid.

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile: "I still have you to bless me."

Then, as if he had thought of something, he walked to the drawer under the woman's gaze, opened it, and took out a transparent bag - it was full of walnut-colored beads, some of which were broken;

A broken rope was also mixed in.

“You said you used to bring this with you when you took exams in school, and it helped you pass every time, and you also took home many certificates.

“Now, it allows me to get through and go home as well.”

Finally, she added, "It's a pity that there is no certificate for me to take home."

"Then I'll go home with you."

Sun Yanzi, who subconsciously objectified herself as a certificate of honor, said quickly, closing her eyes and stiffening her neck under the man's gaze, saying whatever she wants: "Anyway, you are not allowed to do this again in the future!"

"Tsk, are you taking advantage of me? Confessing your feelings? But it's a bit crowded around me."

"Zhou, I will bite you to death!"

"Eh??? I'm a wounded person! A wounded person!!!"

Zhou Yi, who called himself a wounded man, was eventually left with a faint red mark on his shoulder by Sun Yanzi.

Sun Yanzi finally felt relieved and had time to look around the private ward. He was shocked when he saw it.

In addition to her fruit basket placed by Qian Jiang at the bedside, there were piles of others placed on the table against the wall.

Looking back—

"Scarlett Johansson, Jessica Alba, Eva Green, Anne Hathaway..."

There were more than ten of them in a row. It was obvious that they had inquired about Chinese customs and went to Chinese stores to buy the fruit baskets. She was dazzled by the names on the greeting cards and her mouth opened unconsciously.

Zhou Yi was peeling the orange peels without any hurry. When Sun Yanzi turned around, he stuffed an orange slice into his mouth and handed one to her: "Do you want to eat it?"

"I bought this, it would be a waste if you don't eat it."

Sun Yanzi rolled his eyes at him, feeling a little depressed. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He opened his mouth and bit the orange slice, "Are these all given to you by your girlfriends?"

"Let me correct you. They are not my girlfriends. They are just good friends. Why would I have a foreign relationship?"

Zhou Yi chewed with a smile: "How is the orange, is it sour?"

"Not sour, not sour at all."

Sun Yanzi, who was chewing, shook her head and looked normal: "I'm going to the bathroom to touch up my makeup and will be back later."

After that, she didn't give the man a chance to speak, and turned around and left the ward. As soon as she closed the door, her facial features suddenly twisted into a knot -

"Oh my god! Why are the oranges in America so sour?! Can this business continue?!"

Leaning against the wall, Sun Yanzi quickly took out a tissue from her handbag to cover the vomit from her mouth and muttered. Turning around, Qian Jiang, who was standing not far away like a door god, was burly and strong.

Seeing Sun Yanzi looking at him, he put on his sunglasses slowly, looked up at the ceiling, pretending that he saw nothing.

"Old Qian, come in for a moment to discuss the terrorist attack."

Finally, the door lock clicked, Zhou Yi leaned out half of his body and greeted Qian Jiang in the distance. After he was done, he did not forget to look at Sun Yanzi who was hunched over, and smiled: "Not sour?"

Sun Yanzi stood at attention immediately, with his neck erect and his head held high. His right hand holding the tissue ball was quietly placed behind his back: "It's not sore, not at all."

(End of this chapter)