Literary Master 1983

Chapter 373 When Yu Qie Begins the Trial

The father is a hero, the son a worm.

Wang Laboratories will collapse within a few years. Like him, his company's fortunes are intertwined with his own; if one prospers, the other prospers, and if the other suffers, the whole family suffers.

What did Wang Lie do after that?

Yu Qie vaguely remembered him. Because Wang Lie later became a broker, in the early 21st century, some domestic e-commerce companies went public in the United States and hired Wang Lie as one of their independent directors.

Domestically, it was assumed that Wang Lie, as the son of the former richest Chinese man, would have some influence in Silicon Valley's investment circles… but the truth quickly came out: he was practically powerless. During his years in Silicon Valley, Wang Lie had no friends, no partners, and was utterly alone. He could never make a comeback.

Now, Wang Lie wants to befriend Yu Qie, but he has chosen the most money-grubbing method.

This only made Yu Qie even more disgusted.

When Wang An returned to the mainland to visit relatives last year, he happened to meet a leader who was his junior in engineering. The leader had a lot of ideas about the development of microelectronics. The group drank and chatted happily. Under these circumstances, he donated a few computers and set up a computer lab.

His son gave Yu Qie a luxury car.
What will people think of Yu Qie after this gets out?
Today's events provide a glimpse into this.

Yu Qie sighed, "The decline of Wang Laboratories can already be seen from this."

"His son has neither his abilities nor his arrogance, but he has inherited his pride, which has only intensified and made him inflexible... Such a company is bound to decline."

Shao Qi and the others listened silently, then suddenly asked Yu Qie, "Is Mr. Wang An also very arrogant?"

“They’re arrogant too!” Yu Qie laughed. “Just like James Watson, whom you’ve seen, and like Shizuo Kakutani, whom you’ll also see… None of them are not arrogant. Do you think Mr. Qian Zhongshu is easy to talk to? And what about Professor Zhou Houxuan?”

"It's just that we Chinese are more reserved, and we don't write those two words on our foreheads."

The Xinhua News Agency reporter was speechless for a moment.

As the car reached the main road, Yu Qie deliberately slowed down, allowing everyone to appreciate the cityscape of Washington, D.C. Washington, D.C. boasts the highest per capita income in the United States, even surpassing the renowned Wall Street. It is the center of American power, where almost everyone is a millionaire.

It also boasts a rich cultural heritage, with the National Gallery of Art and the Air and Space Museum located here, not to mention the Capitol Building and the famous White House... It happened to be a rainy day, with poor lighting, making most of the buildings appear gloomy, but the view from the car felt just right, giving one a strange sense of weight and solemnity.

Suddenly, Shao Qi asked again, "Do you think it's better to be arrogant or humble?"

"It depends on the person. I can't give a precise standard."

"What about you?"

"I'm not old enough to judge myself."

Shao Qi smiled.

“Professor Yu, I certainly can’t write your prediction about Mr. Wang Lie into the news… but I did experience it, and I implore you to allow me to write my memoirs in the future. I’m sure many people want to know about what happened in our time.”

"I fully support you!"

When the car arrived at the embassy, ​​Shao Qi quickly added, "My one-year-old daughter recently had her first birthday celebration, and she received a Parker pen. I know your wife is planning to have a baby, and I'd like to send that pen to you... as a blessing for your child."

Zhang Li isn't pregnant yet, what's the rush?
She wants to take the college entrance exam; does she mean to take it while heavily pregnant?

However, Yu Qie could tell that Shao Qi had something to say, and she spoke at length and in a hurry.

"Are you getting promoted?" he asked tentatively.

That year, Shao Qi's interviews with Yu Qie were very successful; probably hundreds of millions of people read Shao Qi's reports. Her writing is sincere and simple, possessing both a woman's sensitivity and a journalist's objectivity.

Logically speaking, she should be promoted. Xinhua News Agency is severely lacking in international talent.

Yu Qie was even a little reluctant to part with him, because he and Shao Qi had already become friends over the past year.

However, Shao Qi said, "The company wanted me to go to Hong Kong to be the vice president, but I refused."

"Then where are you going?"

Yu Qie already had a bad feeling.

Shao Qi knew that Liu Xiangcheng was in Eastern Europe, so she must have inquired about him intentionally.

Sure enough, Shao Qi said, "I'm going to Belgrade, Serbia in the second half of the year. I originally studied Serbian, and my motherland nurtured me, so I can't act recklessly."

Serbia?

Do we really have to go to this godforsaken place?

Yu Qie stopped the car and said in a seemingly indifferent manner:

"It doesn't necessarily have to be Serbia... I remember you weren't home much after your child was born, you're a mother too."

Shao Qi laughed: "I'm learning from you. You've been refuting the idea that studying is useless lately. I think it's precisely because those who have studied haven't done what it takes to be a scholar that society looks down on studying."

As soon as she spoke, several people turned to look at her. Even Ambassador Han, who had just come out to greet her at the embassy entrance, was stunned and couldn't help but listen to her finish speaking.

All I heard her say was, "I was originally a construction worker in the Greater Khingan Mountains. If I hadn't gone to university and learned foreign languages, I would never have met someone like you. In the past year, although I brought many reports, I also witnessed firsthand the gap between foreign countries and China."

"I would say that America is a beautiful country, but I don't idolize it. I hope that one day, my own country will be something that people admire."

"Not every scholar is like Gu Hua, who is a snob! I am definitely not!"

Yu Qie was deeply shocked.

Damn it, that son of a bitch Gu Hua!

I wish I could eat you alive!

His hands opened and closed, a tingling sensation spreading through them. When they opened, they gripped the car window, his fingers turning white; when they closed, they clenched into tight fists.

Ambassador Han was greatly shocked and quickly came to Yu Qie's rescue.

He took Shao Qi's hand and said, "Our Xinhua Society has welcomed another good comrade, a man of noble character! But would you like to go to Belgrade?"

“That is indeed a good place! Mr. Ma Shitu has been there! However, there are still many places in the world that need you... I think you can reconsider. You can also call me when you have such thoughts…”

Shao Qi would naturally refuse, but Ambassador Han didn't give her that chance. Instead, he led her aside and patiently persuaded her.

On the other side, Yu Qie had already gotten out of the car.

He knew that Gu Hua would be returning on the same flight as him.

On this flight were Shao Qi, Shizuo Kakutani, James Watson, a group of foreign correspondents who had been abroad for nearly a year... and Gu Hua, who had been on the run for a year.

What right does he have to return to China?

Now, he's not even entitled to a breath of air or a drop of water, let alone a stipend.

Yu Qie went straight to the second floor. Several staff members were stunned when they saw his ashen face. No one came to greet him or stop him.

There were many departments inside the embassy, ​​so I went to the Consular Affairs Section. Nie Hualing and Paul were already waiting there.

“Yu…” Paul confirmed it was him and immediately spoke.

Yu Qie ignored the man and instead looked at Nie Hualing, coldly saying, "You are Nie Hualing?"

"Mr. Yu, I..."

Yu Qie waved his hand to interrupt her: "Gu Hua is certainly a scoundrel, but you can't say he's not wrong—I've been looking for him for ages! And he actually delivered himself to my door!"

Nie Hualing froze, and began to tremble uncontrollably. She sensed a strong signal of violence.

This person has killed people!
I remember now, he's killed more than one person!
For the past year, Nie Hualing had cursed Yu Qie countless times in her heart. Yu Qie had died a thousand times in her dreams. However, when she actually saw Yu Qie, she was so frightened that she had the most primal physiological reaction.

She peed.

A warm sensation emanated from her lower abdomen, which everyone present could smell.

Then, it left behind an unsightly pool of liquid.

"Is this all you've got? You disappoint me."

Yu Qie was too lazy to waste time with her, so he walked further in and finally saw Gu Hua.

Gu Hua lay half-reclined on the sofa, looking sickly. He was now mentally unstable, according to a certificate from an American hospital. The certificate stated that Gu Hua had suffered a severe mental shock and was no longer a capable adult.

This seems to be related to Gu Hua's experiences in the country.

In Gu Hua's own account, these past traumas genuinely affected his brain, causing potential health problems. When life in the United States became unsatisfactory, those memories from China would resurface. Gu Hua believes this is because he is not a purely American; otherwise, his thoughts wouldn't be so confused.

If he had been born an American, he would have been able to endure those hardships and wouldn't have gone crazy.

What can you do to me?

I came back anyway.

He smiled when he saw Yu Qie, and it was this smile that finally triggered Yu Qie's anger.

Yu Qie took three steps in two, picked up Gu Hua, and slapped him across the face.

"Are you crazy? I heard it from someone."

Yu Qiedao.

Gu Hua's face swelled up instantly, and he stammered, "You broke the rules, I'm now... a domestic troublemaker..."

"Snapped!"

Yu Qie suddenly slapped Gu Hua on the other side of his face.

"When did he start going crazy? I haven't seen it! It's all fake."

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap.

Gu Hua suddenly realized what was happening and instinctively struggled to his feet. At this moment, the others also reacted. Two or three officers ran over to persuade Yu Qie, and one of them grabbed Yu Qie's hand; if he didn't let go, he might beat Gu Hua to death.

But these scholars were too frail for Yu Qie.

In fact, Yu Qie's temples were throbbing and his eardrums were buzzing. His eyes were only on Gu Hua, and he could only hear Gu Hua's voice. He didn't even notice that there was someone else clinging to him.

"—Teacher Yu—stop—"

The voices of those people sounded as if they were miles away, so faint that they were almost imperceptible.

Yu Qie hadn't been able to do heavy weight training for several months, but mentioning Gu Hua was incredibly easy for him. He simply saw Gu Hua being lifted into the air like a broken sack, hanging and swaying like a scarecrow.

"You're not qualified to talk about China, you're not qualified to talk about writers, you're not even a madman—you have to have at least one of those qualities, right, Gu Hua?"

"If I gave you the chance, which one would you choose?"

Yu Qie asked again.

Gu Hua wanted to speak, even wanted to say a few harsh words to prove himself! But when he opened his mouth, it was full of bloody foam. He immediately realized that he had been beaten too badly. As soon as he thought this, a sharp pain shot through his face, and his collar felt like it was being held firmly by tiger claws, making it hard for him to breathe.

It made him feel like with every word he spoke, he was losing breath. If he spoke more, he would run out of breath.

A tremendous fear gripped them!
Gu Hua's eyes widened, and she tried to push Yu Qie away with both hands, but Yu Qie still asked, "Which one do you choose?"

"..."

Seeing that Gu Hua was speechless, Yu Qie said, "Time is running out. Do you want to choose one?"

Yu Qie looked puzzled, then answered his own question.

"No, you're not worthy!"

boom!
Gu Hua was thrown to the ground, his medical records overturned. Gu Hua crawled towards his records, "I have...proof..."

How could Yu Qie possibly listen?

With a kick, Gu Hua felt himself fly up and see his great-grandmother. He simply turned around, but when he woke up, all he saw was a pale white spotlight.

He suspected he had just died for a few seconds; he thought he was in the operating room.

What am I doing? What am I here for?

His memory even had moments of blankness.

"Choose two? One author?"

Immense pressure struck again.

As Yu Qie spoke, he clenched his fist. "You have already withdrawn from the Writers' Association. I am now the vice president of the Beijing Writers' Association. I do not agree to your joining!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another punch came flying at him, nearly knocking Gu Hua unconscious.

He began to beg for mercy, trying everything he could to get Yu Qie to stop.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong~"

"Gu Hua, you're not wrong!"

"Commander Yu, what do you want me to say? What do you want me to say?"

"You don't need to say anything!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..." Gu Hua said in despair. He breathed desperately, like a blacksmith's exhaust fan. His body was motionless, but he thought he had used all his strength. To outsiders, he just looked like a dead dog panting and wriggling.

It only takes a few quick movements.

“You’ve lost your chance,” Yu Qie said.

He stood up straight, while Gu Hua lay there, unable to get up. The cold floor reflected the light from Yu Qie's shoes, and Gu Hua felt that Yu Qie now seemed as towering as a colossal statue he had once seen. This statue seemed to say, "You only have three left, one madman. It seems American medicine is quite advanced; they were able to detect this in advance!"

"I told you, Gu Hua! There's always one thing in your life you haven't lied about! It's time for you to pay your debt!"

Before Yu Qie could kick him, the officers finally brought reinforcements—several burly military officers. They rushed over almost like lightning, not to protect Gu Hua, but to protect Yu Qie's reputation.

No one should die at Yu Qie's hands.

As long as I don't die, everything is negotiable.

At the last second, Yu Qie stopped. Gu Hua's head didn't shatter like a watermelon, even though Yu Qie almost did.

A moment later, Yu Qie snapped out of his rage. Looking around, he saw that almost everyone except the guards was gathered in the room, and then Yu Qie realized that he was being carried by someone.

Yu Qie harbored a burning anger within him.

If we start with Liu Xinwu, then the moment Liu Xinwu was transferred marked the end of a story. He thought his anger was over, but it ended too peacefully. At the scene of the massacre at El Dorado Airport, Yuche extended the hands that had held a gun to Márquez, hands that had fired bullets just hours earlier.

Two enemies died as a result.

He thought his anger was over, but it hadn't. These people had died so swiftly, while Yu Qie had waited a long time and made ample preparations, which didn't suit him well.

He hated Chile's warlord government, but he could never execute the rumored Pinochet; it was not something a human being could do, it would require the awakening of a nation of tens of millions of South Americans.

Now it's finally Yu Qie's turn to judge others. After taking a few days off, Gu Hua thought he had anticipated everything, but in fact, he hadn't anticipated anything.

Smart is mistaken by smart.

Although I write good novels, I will not write novels with you.

In this situation, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Yuqie~"

Gu Hua was still breathing, and appeared to have suffered severe external injuries.

Gu Hua wanted to complain, but Yu Qie told him to shut up.

“You’ve never been an American, so Americans can’t protect you.”

"You are no longer Chinese; you have lost your citizenship."

"You're crazy, absolutely, you said it yourself, and you have medical records to prove it."

Yu Qie finally picked up the medical record that Gu Hua had struggled to reach despite his efforts, and opened it with a big laugh.

"American medical techniques are indeed very accurate. You're crazy, Gu Hua."

(End of this chapter)