Chapter 501 Lighthouse (Subscription Request)

Song Junxian was lying on the bed, with rain outside the window.

In the drizzle of water mist, the sky darkened gradually.

The winter in Lijin City is always exceptionally cold, with the chill lingering in the air, silently flowing into every part of my body. At that time, a song was quietly echoing in the northwest corridor, it was Zhang Chu's "Sister": "This winter, the snow hasn't fallen yet, I stand on the road without blinking, my heartbeat is still very gentle..."

There is no one in the dormitory anymore.

Or in other words, there is no one in the entire dormitory building.

With a passion for justice in their hearts, they all went to the dormitory where Su De lived to demand justice. Perhaps these college students were the only idealists left in the 90s, but Tan Sitong, a senior who graduated from Yuelu Academy, had already told them how great the price of resistance was 97 years ago with his death.

Song Junxian stared at his phone in a daze.

He who was charging ahead last night, at this moment seemed to have lost the strength to fight for those illusory things.

The cell phone was given to him by Jin Shengze.

When Jin Shengze gave it to him, he said that it was Lin Lin who asked Zhang Yunqi to hand the phone over to him.

Many times, many things do not need to be explained so clearly, a sentence can depict the whole picture, and when those pictures flash through your mind uncontrollably, it is mostly painful. Because eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory.

At this time, Li Yusheng pushed the door and walked in.

She had obviously come in a hurry and did not bring an umbrella. There were still water droplets on her long hair draped over her shoulders. When she saw Song Junxian lying on the bed and not going out, her tense little face relaxed.

Li Yusheng exhaled twice and said, "Cousin, it's a good thing you didn't go. It's too chaotic outside now."

Song Junxian did not respond.

Li Yusheng sat on the chair and saw Song Junxian's pale face. He pursed his lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Junxian said, "It's okay. Don't come to school these few days because it's so chaotic outside."

Li Yusheng said "hmm" softly, and then said, "Have you had dinner?"

Song Junxian sat up from the bed: "I have something to do, I have to go out. Go home and eat, don't go to the cafeteria."

After saying that, Song Junxian turned around and walked out with his phone.

Li Yusheng stood up and asked, "Where are you going, cousin?"

Song Junxian said: "Huahe Tower."

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When Zhang Yunqi went out, it was raining outside.

In the drizzle of water mist, the sky darkened gradually.

When they returned to the city, Zhang Yunqi and his party saw a large number of students rushing onto the streets of Erliban. At that time, the fine and dense winter rain was still falling, bringing bone-chilling cold.

The car struggled forward in the surging crowd. The two girls, Ji Ling and Zhao Yihan, looked at everything outside the window curiously. Zhang Yunqi pondered the problems of the Qiaokou Town project and rubbed his temples. He just wanted to lie down on the bed and take a nap, but at this time his cell phone rang again. It was a call from Hong Kong businessman Liu Mingde.

Liu Mingde knew Zhang Yunqi's strength and background very well, and it seemed that he even knew about Hu Xianxun. Naturally, his attitude on the surface was very good. He had asked Zhang Yunqi to get together many times in the past six months, and today was no exception.

Zhang Yunqi said, "I'm not free recently. If you have anything to say, please tell me directly."

Liu Mingde laughed dryly and said, "It's still the development project of Qingwu Street. Mr. Zhang, believe me, if you are willing to participate, it will definitely be a great help. Just let me know what conditions you have."

Liu Mingde had mentioned this several times. He naturally wanted to do the Qingwu Street project, but the business environment in Lijin discouraged him. He had no interest in cooperating with Liu Mingde. He asked, "Is your capital chain pressure really that great?"

Liu Mingde sighed and said, "We have encountered some problems with the demolition recently, and we need a lot of money to settle it."

Zhang Yunqi was a little surprised: "Isn't demolition the responsibility of the city?"

There was a hint of bitterness in Liu Mingde's voice: "Mr. Zhang is also from Lijin, don't you understand the ins and outs here?"

When Zhang Yunqi heard what Liu Mingde said, he immediately thought of the series of problems he had encountered in his project in Qiaokou Town. It could be said that there were Zhou Paopi waiting to suck his blood at every checkpoint.

Zhang Yunqi understood Liu Mingde's hardship. In fact, the two projects were of the same nature, both of which were secondary development and management around land, but one was agricultural and the other was commercial real estate. However, Liu Mingde's Qingwu Street commercial real estate development project was many times larger than his Qiaokou Town project, and the funds required were naturally calculated in astronomical amounts. If someone was strangling his neck and sucking his blood, resulting in a broken capital chain, it would be difficult for him to breathe.

Zhang Yunqi had no interest in sympathizing with Liu Mingde. This thing wasn't a good thing either. He thought about it and asked, "Are you interested in private venture capital?"

Liu Mingde didn't expect Zhang Yunqi to bring up this matter. He was silent for a long time: "Who?"

Zhang Yunqi said, "Qiao Zhiwu from Zhicheng Industrial. He specializes in private financing and is quite capable. If you need him, I'll send you his contact information later."

Liu Mingde said: "Let's find out."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and hung up the phone.

In the cold winter rain, the convoy crawled through the dense crowds for more than half an hour before driving two and a half miles. After arriving at the East Gate Villa, they got off the car. Zhang Yunqi asked Xiao Wu to send someone to pack takeout for everyone to eat together.

After dinner, the two girls, Ji Ling and Zhao Yihan, went upstairs to wash up. Zhang Yunqi held a cup of tea and sat in the corridor outside the door, trying to sort out his complicated thoughts. However, he could vaguely hear the noisy sounds coming from the East Red Square, which disturbed his thoughts.

At this moment, a man suddenly ran in from outside the front door. When he got closer, Zhang Yunqi could see clearly that it was Zhou Dingchuan, who was covered in rain and looked quite disheveled.

He brought a message to Zhang Yunqi. In the evening, Hong Sen and Ma Rulong were taken away at the door of Su De's dormitory. As for the reason, it is self-evident. But this incident further intensified the conflict between the two sides. In addition to Xiangtan University, students from Normal University, University of Technology and other schools have also participated in it. Su De and other troublemakers are now missing. Many people suspect that they may go to Beijing.

The History Museum is their greatest reliance.

Zhang Yunqi asked, "Have you had dinner?" Zhou Dingchuan was stunned: "Don't you care about this at all?"

"It doesn't matter whether I care or not." Zhang Yunqi said what was in his heart. In his eyes, the principal Jiang Ruqin should be an old man with both moral integrity and talent. Couldn't he see the irrationality of these things? Couldn't he listen to everyone's demands? This is impossible. So if he knew, why didn't he take any action? He took action, but it was useless. Since Jiang Ruqin couldn't solve such a thing, then this matter could not be changed by any one person.

Zhou Dingchuan was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "You can't just stand by and watch someone die. This is not about any one person. We are all ordinary students, only you..."

Zhang Yunqi interrupted him directly: "The department has recently launched a new scholarship for poor students. You are fully qualified, but if you join in the fun now, will the department still give you the scholarship? You have to be more realistic."

Zhou Dingchuan looked at Zhang Yunqi for a long time and said, "Rich people are different."

He turned and left.

Zhang Yunqi took out a cigarette and lit it.

It was late at night and there was not a single light in the sky.

The surroundings were very quiet, shrouded in the cold fog of midwinter. Only a vague outline remained of the peak of Yuelu Mountain in the distance. However, the noisy sounds coming from the East Red Square seemed to never stop. In this silent, long, cold and rainy night, the sounds were knocking and echoing in the depths of countless people's souls.

It was not until the cigarette butt burned his hand that Zhang Yunqi noticed footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw Ji Ling walking towards him in light blue pajamas. He asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ji Ling stuffed an apple into Zhang Yunqi's mouth, sat on the white rattan chair in the corridor, took off her shoes, crossed her legs, and said, "Zhou Dingchuan's words must have upset you."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "He's right."

Ji Ling took a sip of milk and said, "He's wrong."

Zhang Yunqi said: "How is it wrong?"

Ji Ling said: "You don't really not want to get involved in this matter, you just don't want him to know that you will get involved in this matter, and you just don't want your friends to get involved in this matter. Because they are all ordinary students, they can't change anything, but they will get stuck in it and make the problem more complicated. For example, Ma Rulong."

Zhang Yunqi looked at Ji Ling, who tilted her head and smiled at him. He remained silent for a long time, then said, "This is actually an unsolvable situation."

"I don't want to hear that."

"So which ones do you want to hear?"

"I remember what you said some time ago. Life is meaningless. Life is not meant to be perfect. Life is just a huge experience. It only has meaning if you think about it."

Zhang Yunqi remained silent for a long time.

Ji Ling said again: "I'm sleepy! I'm going to sleep now."

Zhang Yunqi nodded, watched Ji Ling stand up and scratch his hair, then squinted his eyes and smiled, turned and walked into the living room, disappearing at the end of the stairs.

Zhang Yunqi thought about it, then got up and went out.

He walked through the tree-lined path carrying a large black umbrella.

The distance from Dongmen Villa to Dongfanghong Square is not far, but with every step he took forward, the noisy sounds he heard became louder and louder, and his thoughts could not help but fly.

When approaching the East is Red Square, Zhang Yunqi saw from afar a crowd of people surging on Xiangjiang North Road, and densely packed heads of people covered the entire street.

Some people were standing on stools to give speeches, some people lit brooms and held up torches, the flames shone on people's faces. For some reason, tears were flashing on those young faces. Then everyone linked hands, lined up eight people, and walked along Xiangjiang North Road, rushing towards the East Red Square like moths to a flame.

"Severely punish the murderer!"

"Kick Brother Ni out!"

"Unite and revitalize China!"

Amid loud slogans, the crowd crossed the 2.5-mile-long streets, passed through the cold rainy night, passed through the reefs of reality, and finally arrived at the Dongfanghong Square and gathered under the statue of the Chairman.

The sky that the Chairman looked up at was black.

But the young men under his protection held numerous torches high up, with tiny sparks of fire flickering in the cold rainy night. Suddenly, a loud trumpet sounded in the square, and countless people sang along with the trumpet: "Rise up, those who refuse to be slaves, and use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall..."

The magnificent singing voice floated in the night sky of Lijin University Town and resounded throughout the top of Lushan Mountain.

Just at this moment, a car horn suddenly sounded in the distance.

Zhang Yunqi saw cars coming from the streets in the distance, one after another, so many that he could not see the end. Sitting in the open-air carriages were rows of young men in uniform, with expressions on their faces as if they were ready for battle.

Zhang Yunqi no longer wanted to watch the next scene.

He turned and walked back.

He took out his cell phone and made a call, "Check for me about Winston Chao. This person is a freshman in the Department of Economics and Management at Hunan University. No matter how late it is today, I must know her whereabouts!"

It was already late at night.

At the foot of Lushan Mountain, the north wind is howling.

In the Dongfanghong Square, cold rain extinguished the flames.

He walked through the dark night with a black umbrella.

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(End of this chapter)