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

Chapter 857: Parade Across America (1)

"Okay, here!"

At the airport, Sun Yanzi, who drove to pick her up, hung up the phone and waved enthusiastically to the familiar figure in the distance.

Cheng Hao, who was pushing a suitcase, was accompanied by two elderly people who had just arrived in New York State after completing their formalities.

"Hello, uncle and aunt."

Sun Yanzi, who had met them in Taiwan that year, took the suitcase and greeted the two elders very obediently.

"Hey, hello, Yan Zi. How is he doing? Did he lie to us and say he's fine? He always reports good news but not bad news. We don't dare to believe what he said..."

Zhou Yi's mother, Ms. Zhao Ping, took Sun Yanzi's hand affectionately and spoke eagerly.

"Don't worry, Auntie, Uncle, Zhou Yi is really fine. He enjoys eating and feels healthy."

Sun Yanzi, who helped load the luggage into the car, closed the trunk, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Everything will be clear when you meet him."

"Are you really okay? Tell me the truth."

After seeing the old couple get in the car, Cheng Hao grabbed Sun Yanzi's arm and asked in a low voice: "I know his character too well. Even if there is something wrong, he will say it's nothing. He is very stubborn."

"He's really fine. He almost had a party in the ward. You don't know that more than a dozen Hollywood stars and models came to send him fruit baskets and condolences." Sun Yanzi pouted and babbled. Regarding those female stars——

Especially Scarlett Johansson, Eva Green, and Kelly Brook, these three cows, she read them with gritted teeth.

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Forget it, let's go. I'll take you to see him." Putting aside the genetic resentment in his heart, Sun Yanzi pulled Cheng Hao into the car and took them to the New York Presbyterian Columbia and Cornell University Hospital in Manhattan.

When he received the call, Zhou Yi was still in the ward and had just replied to emails from Fan Xiaopang, Gao Yuanyuan and others.

"Wow, almost half of the top domestic entertainment companies are here."

"There's an entire community in the country that's still speaking up for you. I've got it all down for you."

"Why are you remembering so many people? Isn't it a waste of time?"

"No, no, no. I'm too lazy to remember who spoke up for you, but I remember clearly who didn't speak up for you." Qian Jiang smiled and showed his notebook.

Zhou Yi was amused.

"This is your parents' hotel room card. You can give it to them later. I won't disturb you during your family reunion." After handing the room card to Zhou Yi, Qian Jiang took Le He away to make preparations.

By the time his parents arrived with Cheng Hao and Sun Yanzi, Zhou Yi's head was already drooping and he was about to fall asleep on the hospital bed.

It's the middle of the day and I feel dizzy and sleepy.

"One one! One one?"

"Hmm? Ah? Dad, Mom."

Zhou Yi, who was instantly conscious, raised his eyes and saw his anxious parents. He smiled and stood up to greet them: "I told Cheng Hao that everything is fine, there is no need to rush all the way here."

His face is rosy and shiny, his hands and feet are nimble and not disabled, and he speaks clearly and with full energy.

It does look alright.

Apart from one ear in the cosplay of Black Cat Sheriff, there is nothing else wrong with it.

"How dare you say that? Do you know that Cheng Hao is busy running around for you in China, and Yan Zi is in tears. I told you to be careful when you go out, but how can the Americans be good people..."

Zhao Ping, whose heart finally settled back down, took a moment to confirm that her son was fine, and immediately started nagging. The worry in her words warmed Zhou Yi's heart, and his smile became even more pronounced.

The old father Zhou Yaoguo raised his head slightly and looked at his proud son, who was almost a head taller than him. He moved his lips twice and swallowed the consolation he had prepared on the plane: "If it really doesn't work, just go home. We won't come out again. No matter how much money we make, it's enough for our family to use for several lifetimes."

According to Cheng Hao, Zhou Yi not only bought a building in the capital, but also a shop. He is also planning to buy a new luxury villa and has invested in domestic companies.

Now that things have come to this, why not just stay in the country and develop well?

Zhou Yi is the only child in the Zhou family. If anything goes wrong with him, he won't be able to face his parents in the future.

"We can talk about this later, but not now. If I go home now, the Americans will think I'm afraid of them, and I have to save my face."

"It's already this time and you're still concerned about face. How can face be as important as your life?" Old mother Zhao Ping almost got so angry that her blood pressure rose because of her son's words.

You are an adult now and still need to save face.

If Zhou Yi was still young, Zhou Yaoguo would have used a broom and a bamboo stick to beat him - he was reluctant to beat him when he was young because he was too smart. Now, he has never suffered any loss and has spoiled his son.

"Oh mom, please be gentle, I'm still injured. I don't want you to send me to the ICU instead of me getting shot."

"Pah, pah, pah, what are you talking about? I'll let you talk nonsense, I'll let you talk nonsense..."

The huge ward was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

The lively Zhou Yi really made people feel relieved.

"Can't you just learn to be a good kid and make me feel more at ease..."

Cheng Hao, who was laughing so hard that her body was shaking, was suddenly called out, and immediately restrained her unbridled smile and became elegant and reserved;

"Look at Yan Zi, his parents never have to worry about him..."

Sun Yanzi, who was still grinning, blinked and her smile suddenly became more ladylike.

Zhouyi: "..."

Shouldn't you speak up for me?!

Speak up for me!
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"That's right! We must speak up for Spike!"

Crowds gather on the campus of Columbia University in New York.

Evan Frank, a well-known YouTuber and a student at Boston University who filmed the entire process of Spike's attack, has become a loyal fan of the man, with passionate slogans: "A hero cannot be alone! Spike will never walk alone!"

"A hero can't stand alone!! Spike will never walk alone!!"

"A hero can't stand alone!!! Spike will never walk alone!!!"

The uniform slogans cut through the sky and hovered over this world-class university for a long time.

They are all students——

He is the most advanced representative of the United States in its pursuit of freedom, democracy, equality and openness.

What Spike did now made him a god in their eyes - he was no different from Jesus Christ.

There had to be holes in Jesus.

Isn't Spike more awesome than Jesus?
Of course, you can only think about this in your heart.

But if we expand it to the entire United States, or even the entire Europe and America, the fact that Zhou Yi was attacked but the bullet was deflected can be called a "miracle", and the members of the Egyptian jurists even directly identified the bullet deflection as a miracle of God. There is no way, this is too magical.

It’s not that no one has questioned whether this is a script arranged by Warner to make him a god, but with the frequent release of ballistic analyses these days, the soil for the spread of this conspiracy theory has been completely destroyed.

"If Zhou Yi can really gamble with his own life, then I will accept it!"

Meng Shichang, a Chinese student at Yale University, slammed the table, indignant: "If even we can't support him, then I really don't think it's worth it for him. Don't forget, Zhou Yi is in the United States -

"No, Zhou Yi has always been a pioneer in fighting against racial discrimination in Europe and the United States!
"We cannot enjoy the rights that great people like Zhou Yi have fought for for us to study, live and fight discrimination in the United States, while we stand by and watch him go through everything!"

Chinese people in the United States form a circle.

In fact, Chinese and Chinese people are two circles with relatively large intersections in the United States.

Due to inertia, even most Chinese ABCs hang out in ABC circles, and the same is true for international students.

Meng Shichang is from Zhongshan, and his home is in Zimaling. His parents started from scratch and opened several factories, so he can be considered a second-generation wealthy person. His father eats at the same table with the boss of the One Plus One supermarket chain.

Since studying abroad, although I was a little uncomfortable with Zhou Yi's arrogant behavior in the United States, I still felt secretly happy and envious in my heart - after all, even Chenglong had never been so domineering in the United States.

Bruce Lee's words were so old that he didn't feel anything about them.

If we really have to classify him according to fan types, he should be considered a casual fan who just listens to his songs. Occasionally, he might even imagine himself as Zhou Yi and crush the Americans in his dreams.

"Forget it. Isn't this all his own fault? Have you ever seen Chenglong get shot?"

"I think Edson is right. Spike is quite courageous. We should support him."

"Come on, that's his own business, why should we help him? I think Zhou Yi is doing us a disservice. The image of Chinese people is not very good to begin with. Won't our situation become even more difficult after he made such a fuss?"

"Why are you so cowardly? Would our situation change if Zhou Yi didn't make trouble?"

"Isn't he afraid of another Chinese Exclusion Act?"

“This is the fucking 21st century!”

"Just look at it. Zhou Yi doesn't need our support. Don't you see so many people supporting him?"

"..."

A strange scene occurred among the Chinese and international students he knew.

Meng Shichang felt sad after seeing this: "Don't even mention South Korea and Japan, you are even worse than the Indians! A bunch of cowards who only rely on others!"

Some of his friends also left the table in anger.

Some people's faces turned pale and blue, while others looked disdainful and said, "What's the point of showing off or pretending to be so awesome?"

Some people remained silent.

Meng Shichang, who came to find someone to join him in the parade, felt very suffocated.

"Okay, Lao Meng, don't be angry. It's normal for converts to be fanatical."

"We are here, along with so many other students from all over the world."

"That's it."

"Let's go buy some candles first. It's rare to be able to participate in something like this in the United States." Someone was rubbing his hands.

"..."

As Zhou Yi has not appeared in public for a long time, a large number of progressive student groups across the United States, who are very worried about him and are also dissatisfied with and even opposed to the US government, launched a campaign to "support Spike."

Initially, this activity was proposed by students from Columbia University, and then quickly gained response from major Ivy League universities across the United States.

Yale, where Meng Shichang is located, is naturally indispensable.

Meng Shichang, a Chinese student, was one of the organizers of the "Support Spiker" march in Connecticut, where Yale is located.

Worried that Zhou Yi was really in trouble, he was the first to propose a candle-lit parade out of the desire to pray for blessings. He also explained to his companions the status of candles in traditional Chinese blessing activities.

That is an indispensable item.

As long as it is a traditional Chinese prayer activity, candles are always present.

Thanks to the speed of the Internet, this activity, which was supposed to be implemented at Yale, was quickly spread because of the meaning of the candles - thus sweeping across the United States and gaining the recognition of most fans and progressive groups.

They wanted to tell Spike in their own way - you'll never walk alone.

The only problem is that in places like New York and California, the supply of small red candles is somewhat limited.

There weren't many stores that sold these small red candles, and with this major event sweeping the entire United States, it was too late to supply them in a short period of time.

"Uncle Zhuo, are the things ready?"

Meng Shichang, who felt that summer insects could not talk about ice, led his men straight to a Chinese store he was familiar with. The middle-aged store owner took out a package of small red candles and pushed it in front of them: "It's all here. Do you really want to do this?"

"Of course Uncle Zhuo, American students are so supportive of Zhou Yi, how can we Chinese students fall behind?"

Meng Shichang smiled brightly, and left with his classmates, holding the candles.

"What? Holding a candle? I'm not dead yet."

new York.

Warner, who had been keeping a close eye on the direction of public opinion, could not hide anything that was happening outside. When Qian Jiang called Zhou Yi to report, the latter was somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

What was even more surprised than him were Jay Chou, Xie Tingfeng and others who arrived in New York, USA at this moment.

As the black car slowly drove through the streets of New York State, they intuitively felt the huge influence of Zhou Yi in this city belonging to the United States.

“Heroes can’t be alone!
“Spike will never walk alone!

"The Phoenix will always fly in the sky!"

Three sentences in both Chinese and English were written on every banner hung on the streets of New York:

Countless people held Zhou Yi's new album in one hand and a lit candle in the other, and raised it high under the nervous watchful eyes of the police responsible for security along the border. After three rhythmic drum beats, they shouted the man's name like a tsunami!
"A hero cannot live alone!"

Boom boom boom!
"Spike will never walk alone!!"

Boom boom boom!
“The Phoenix will always fly in the sky!!!”

The setting sun was blood-red, and the marching crowd seemed to have covered the earth with a layer of red gauze.

And this is just one side of the streets of New York State.

On both sides of the street, reporters who were stopped by the police were holding up their cameras, seemingly witnessing this shocking scene on the spot.

The Taiwanese artist group headed by Jay Chou, the mainland artist group headed by Lu Yi and Zhou Xun, and the Hong Kong artist group headed by Xie Tingfeng all stared with their eyes wide open, and even forgot to urge the driver to drive——

A huge flag rose up among the crowd in the sunset, with a divine phoenix printed on it and a bust of Zhou Yi holding a guitar with his fist clenched was imprinted in the middle!
(End of this chapter)