Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 177 If I don't deal with him, my Dao heart will not be stable!

Faced with Zhang Qilin's pressing questioning.

Relying on the fact that there was video recording at the scene, Xiang Dong shouted loudly: "What's wrong? The revolutionary ideology promoted by Sun Yat-sen, Huang Xing and others is problematic. It has brought the greatest danger to this country and almost tore the Chinese nation apart."

"You should thank that widow and her child from the Qing Dynasty; it was their sense of propriety and their voluntary abdication that saved China—"

"What did you say?" Zhang Qilin's voice was very soft, but it made the air in the conference room freeze instantly.

Xiang Dong was taken aback by the sudden momentum, but then he straightened his neck and spoke faster: "Am I wrong? Sun Yat-sen's theory was a complete copy of the West, ignoring the realities of China. Without the Qing Dynasty's imperial family's understanding of righteousness and their voluntary abdication, China would have been in a state of warlordism and fragmentation long ago. How could there have been the later unification? They almost became the sinners of history."

Zhang Qilin's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him: "You said the Xinhai Revolution almost tore China apart? Then let me tell you, what truly tore China apart was 1840..."

"The more than three thousand unequal treaties signed by the Qing government since 1949 were a waste of China's resources to please foreign powers, handing over the blood and sweat of four hundred million compatriots to foreigners!"

"You thank that widow and her child for preserving China? China was not preserved by them, but by those who fell at Huanghuagang, those who charged on the walls of Wuchang, those who died in the eight-year War of Resistance, and millions of people who refused to be slaves, who risked their lives to save it."

"The Wuchang Uprising sparked a nationwide response. It was a spark ignited over the past seventy years, from the Taiping Rebellion to the Hundred Days' Reform, from the Boxer Rebellion to the Tongmenghui, fueled by the blood of countless patriots. The Qing government did not abdicate voluntarily; it was forced into a corner by the revolution!"

"If you truly understand history, you should kneel down and thank those who died, not kneel down and thank the one who made them die."

"Let me tell you about the Xinhai Revolution. It made China stand up instead of kneeling. Although we are still not standing steadily and we may still fall down, at least we no longer have to kneel."

"And you, you're still kneeling."

"You—you're arguing illogically, you're—you're inciting, you're—you're extremist—" Xiang Dong shouted, his voice trembling with fear, pointing at the camera. "Everyone saw it, right? This is their true face. There's no room for discussion. I'm going to expose you."

"Go ahead," Zhang Qilin said firmly. "Remember to record it clearly, including every word of how Mr. Xiang thanked the Qing government and slandered the martyrs of the Xinhai Revolution. We welcome all discussions based on historical facts, but we will not back down an inch on any remarks that distort history or insult the martyrs."

He said in a resolute tone: "General Qin Liangyu was loyal and brave, protecting the borders and the people. She was a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty and a heroine of China. We are determined to carry forward her spirit. As for your two opinions, history will judge and the people will have their own judgment. I will not see you off."

Zhou Mingxuan was too frightened to utter a sound.

He pointed at Zhang Qilin and kept repeating "you, you, you" to the east for a long time.

Finally, under Zhang Qilin's sharp gaze and Dong Qiyu's almost fiery glare, he flicked his sleeve and yelled at the cameraman, "Let's go, let's go, these unreasonable people."

The conference room door closed.

Dong Qiyu looked at Zhang Qilin: "You—what you just said was so satisfying."

Zhang Qilin did not respond.

Instead, he took out his phone and started fiddling with it.

Dong Qiyu complained to Zhang Qilin, "Sigh, we haven't even started yet, and so many people are already 'disciplining' us, telling us what we can and can't say—"

After sending the text message, Zhang Qilin looked up at Dong Qiyu and said, "As expected, they are not afraid of Qin Liangyu herself, but of the symbolism associated with her being activated. They are wary of anyone who might challenge the established historical narrative framework."

"What should we do then?" Dong Qiyu frowned.

Zhang Qilin smiled and said, "Their appearance is a good thing. First, it proves that our choice of Qin Liangyu has indeed touched a nerve with some people."

"Secondly, this reminds us that such voices will not be few and far between in the future. What we need to find are people who truly understand and recognize Qin Liangyu's value, even if they are not well-known, even if their views are outside the 'mainstream'."

After leaving the hotel, Xiang Dong got into his car with a livid face.

Zhou Mingxuan sat in the passenger seat, a fawning smile on his face: "Teacher Xiang, please don't take what that person said today to heart. He's just a—"

"Shut up," Xiang Dong interrupted him coldly.

As Xiang Dong drove, he gritted his teeth and said, "I really miscalculated today. I didn't expect these two to be so troublesome, especially the one with glasses. Who is he? How does he know so much?"

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Zhou Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "This person looks unfamiliar. It's the first time I've seen him either. But judging from his demeanor just now, he must be very knowledgeable about history. Maybe he's a history teacher at some university or something."

Xiang Dong snorted coldly: "Hmph, no matter who he is, if he dares to ruin my plans, I won't let him get away with it."

Zhou Mingxuan quickly reassured him with a fawning smile: "Don't worry, Teacher Xiang, I will definitely find out where he came from and make him pay for what happened today."

Xiang Dong nodded in satisfaction. Seeing this, Zhou Mingxuan cautiously asked, "Could you take me to see the cherry blossoms next year?"

Xiang Dong frowned, and Zhou Mingxuan quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll do whatever you say, and I'll also give you a portion of the funds."

Hearing this, Xiang Dong's expression softened slightly, and he glanced at Zhou Mingxuan: "We'll see how you perform."

Zhou Mingxuan nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down. I heard there will be song and dance performances during this cherry blossom viewing?"

"How did you know?" Xiang Dong asked with a stern face.

Zhou Mingxuan said with a smile, "I was fortunate enough to see the photo of you in a kimono."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Dong's anger completely vanished, and he said with a nostalgic expression, "Teacher Fei You's dance moves are truly unforgettable—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a muffled thud, and the car shook violently.

Xiang Dong's forehead almost hit the steering wheel.

Zhou Mingxuan was thrown forward, the seatbelt buckling so tightly that he grimaced.

Ignoring his own injuries, Zhou Mingxuan looked at Xiang Dong and asked, "Teacher Xiang, are you alright?"

Xiang Dong ignored him and pushed open the car door with a livid face.

Two or three meters in front of the car, a young man in a dark tracksuit was lying on the ground, curled up in pain.

Several mineral water bottles and a canvas bag were scattered nearby, as if someone had just passed by the roadside.

"Are you blind?" Xiang Dong preemptively attacked, trying to shift the blame. "I was driving normally, and you crashed into my car?"

The young man lying on the ground raised his head. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a buzz cut and a sturdy build.

The young man looked up, his face filled with anger: "You were the one who didn't use your turn signal when you turned, and you were going so fast! Look at my leg—"

As they were talking, four or five young people gathered around.

Some crouched down to check on the injured, while others stood directly in front of Xiang Dong, their gazes unfriendly.

"How do you drive?" one of the taller men pointed eastward. "My brother was walking perfectly fine, and you crashed into him from behind."

Xiang Dong's face darkened: "He suddenly appeared; I reacted very quickly—"

"You reacted quickly and still crashed?" the tall man sneered. "We all saw it. You were distracted while driving, you didn't even step on the brakes, and you just rammed into me. Look at these skid marks, there aren't even any. You dare say you weren't distracted?"

Xiang Dong opened his mouth, realizing he had just been talking to Zhou Mingxuan about Teacher Fei You.

He was truly distracted.

But how could he possibly admit it?

"What do you want?" Zhou Mingxuan shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "Let me tell you, we're recording this."

"Let's record it, it'll be a good opportunity for everyone to see," a young man said defiantly.

Seeing that things were going badly, Xiang Dong suppressed his anger and said, "How much do you want? Name your price. I'm in a hurry."

He just wanted to settle things with money as soon as possible and leave this place of trouble.

The young man sitting on the ground sneered: "Who wants your money? Call the police, wait for them to handle it, go see a doctor if you need to, and get the responsibility determined."

"Yes, call the police!" the others echoed.

Xiang Dong was seething with anger all day, and before he even set off, he yelled, "Do you know who I am? Believe me or not—"

"Who are you? Even if I hit someone, I'll still talk about reason today!" The tall young man didn't back down and spoke loudly, attracting more passersby to stop and watch.

"Reason? What's the point of reasoning with a bunch of thugs like you?" Xiang Dong was completely enraged by the tall man's words. "Get out of my way! Or else—"

The moment his hand touched the tall man's chest, the tall man's eyes turned cold, and he clenched his right fist, striking Xiang Dong in the abdomen.

"Ugh—" Xiang Dong felt a churning pain in his stomach, bent over, his face turned deathly pale, and he almost vomited.

"Teacher Xiang!" Zhou Mingxuan screamed, trying to step forward, but was pushed by another young man and stumbled, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Damn it, you dare to lay a hand on me?" Upon seeing this, the other young men immediately shouted and surrounded them.

They were clearly well-trained and worked in perfect coordination. Two men held Xiang Dong, who was in so much pain he couldn't straighten up, while the other two or three men used their fists and feet to attack him, specifically targeting the thickest parts of his body.

Shoulders, back, thighs.

Although the blows avoided vital points, the force was considerable, causing Xiang Dong to howl in pain, utterly powerless to retaliate.

"They're hitting people! They're hitting people! It's robbery!" Zhou Mingxuan shouted in vain from the ground, but dared not go forward again.

Inside the car, the cameraman was completely terrified.

A young man noticed him, suddenly pulled open the car door, and reached out to grab the camera.

"No, this is my equipment." The cameraman instinctively hugged it tightly.

"Give it to me," the young man said forcefully, snatching the camera from his hand and cursing, "This piece of junk."

Then they threw the machine into the grass a short distance away.

"My machine, the footage inside—" the cameraman cried out in despair.

Not only are the photos taken today there, but also a lot of materials he had collected before.

Not long after, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Police quickly separated the crowd and brought the situation under control.

"What happened? Who called the police?" A middle-aged policeman got out of his car and looked around.

"Officer, I'm the one who called the police." The tall man stepped forward, speaking calmly.

Evening, 6:00 PM

Zhang Qilin's small courtyard.

He was sitting under a jujube tree, with a teapot and two teacups on the stone table in front of him. Steam rose from the teapot, filling the air with its aroma.

He looked up at the night sky, where countless stars twinkled.

Just then, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, and a burly, bald man walked in.

Seeing Zhang Qilin sitting under the tree, he smiled and waved: "Junior Brother Zhang, you have such a refined taste for moon gazing."

Zhang Qilin smiled and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Senior Brother Shan, please sit down. I just brewed some tea. Let's have a taste together."

Shan Qifu plopped down, picked up his teacup, and first smelled the aroma of the tea: "Good tea, Junior Brother Zhang."

After saying that, he took a small sip, a look of enjoyment on his face.

The two sat in the courtyard chatting, reminiscing about how Shan Qifu was dragged to be Zhang Qilin's teacher's human cushion when they were at the Beijing Film Academy.

An hour later, Zhang Qilin returned to his room and retrieved five stacks of money, placing them in front of Shan Qifu: "Count them."

Shan Qifu smiled and put the money into his handbag: "There's no such thing between you and me."

He took a memory card out of his pocket and handed it to Zhang Qilin.

After taking the papers, Zhang Qilin asked, "Are the young men alright?"

"It's alright, I had someone bail him out. Besides, those guys were careful with their actions, he'll be discharged after a few days in the hospital."

Thanks.

After Shan Qifu left, a message appeared before Zhang Qilin's eyes:

[Reward: Luck Value +50, Luck Value +3000]

Seeing that there was only one reward, Zhang Qilin smiled and didn't care.

For him, Xiang Dong slandered the Xinhai Revolution, and if he didn't fight back, he would be letting down Lin Juemin and those young people he saw when he was immersed in the role.

Even if it means losing 5000 luck points and destiny fragments.

Of course, simply fighting is not enough to vent our anger; only when the other party is utterly disgraced can we do justice to those revolutionary martyrs.

Zhang Qilin took out his phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, he said, "Sun Yu, come over here. I have some work to do for me."