Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Since the audience in the Great Hall liked to listen, He Daqing was willing to give advice and continued to expose the foreigners' secrets.

“Do you know Alexander?

There is a flag in the London Museum, on which it is written that Alexander conquered Hua and defeated Duke Mu of Qin.

Duke Mu of Qin surrendered and even presented two beautiful women to Alexander as tribute.

The two beauties were actually assassins sent by Duke Mu of Qin, but they were conquered by Alexander's charm...

Isn’t this ridiculous?

Since our ancestors had the habit of remembering history, they are now trying to change history.

Alexander would conquer India soon. Anyway, Indians have no habit of keeping track of history, so they can make up whatever they want.

In addition, I have been reading a book recently, a book from the Tang Dynasty called "Youyang Zazu".

Do you know what it says?

The first volume is an eye-opener!

The official named Zheng Renben in the story lost his way in the mountains and forests, but unexpectedly met a mysterious man in white clothes dressed in strange costumes.

The man was wearing extremely thick clothing, the material of which was so unique that Zheng Ren had never seen it before.

What is even more surprising is that when asked about his origins, the man in white actually claimed to be from the moon.

He also revealed that there were a total of 82,000 residents there, and that he was a repairman on the moon.

These words undoubtedly reveal an important message: as early as that era, ordinary people already had sufficient knowledge and imagination about celestial bodies.

If the Qing Dynasty had not destroyed most of China's scientific and technological books, there would have been even more science fiction novels like this.

Comrades, the so-called literati in our world today are actually the most spineless literati.

They want fame, so they will just blindly follow the Westerners' ideas and try to please them.

They used extremely vicious language to attack and insult their own motherland and their own nation.

Then, turning around, I wish I could use all the beautiful words in the world to praise and sing the praises of the so-called Western civilization.

Comrades, the Indians were killed and hid in the desert, barely surviving.

The Mayans were completely killed, leaving only the women, who then gave birth to a bunch of mixed-race people. Their civilization, their language, and their history have long since turned to dust.

Australian aborigines also became rare animals and were kept in zoos for people to watch.

There is no so-called civilization, no so-called justice. What Westerners believe in is the law of the jungle.

If it weren't for the fact that we in China still had a little ability to resist, we would have been skinned, bones torn apart, brains smashed, and marrow sucked out.

Comrades, I, He Daqing, have said so much just to prove that the wisdom of our ancestors is unparalleled in the world.

Now, we are behind, we have been beaten, we endure it and accept it.

But our spine cannot be bent, we cannot kneel forever, we must use all means to build our motherland.

I believe that only industry can save the country and it is the only way out.

We can't just export crops, we can't just export wood, ores and basic resources.

We have to turn these things into industrial products and increase their value by ten times or even a hundred times.

Why did I, He Daqing, occupy the Red Star Distillery? Why did I innovate and produce soda?

Isn't it just to produce better products?

How much do we owe our big brother the Soviet Union?

Even brothers settle accounts clearly, so we have to pay it back.

How can we repay them? If we use food and mines to repay them, most of the Chinese people will starve to death.

Comrades, don't be obsessed with petty gains and the little power in your hands all the time.

Do this today and that tomorrow.

Calm down, focus on production quality, strive to improve the process level, strive to produce useful products, and repay the debt to the Soviet big brother..."

The Great Hall seemed to have become He Daqing's stage. He was like a confident conductor, standing in the center of the stage, controlling the rhythm of the entire audience.

Whether they were experts and professors, factory directors, or leaders, they all stared at He Daqing's speech in amazement, as if they were under a spell.

He Daqing's speech was like a soul-stirring symphony. It not only shocked them, but also brought them some unprecedented concepts and opinions that transcended the cognition of this era. They were like bright stars shining in their minds.

His words were as sharp as a sword, cutting through the doubts in people's hearts.

It is as gentle as the spring breeze, soothing people's anxiety.

His thoughts are as hot as a torch, igniting people's passion; and as bright as a lighthouse, guiding people in the direction of progress.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the audience and waking them up from their dreams.

Every word is like a clear spring, flowing into people's hearts and nourishing their dry minds.

At this moment, the Great Hall is no longer an ordinary place, but a palace of knowledge and a stage where sparks of thought collide.

He Daqing is the most dazzling star on this stage, and his speech will be forever engraved in people's hearts.

Several senior leaders stood up first and applauded enthusiastically. The thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue, the enthusiasm of which was unprecedented.

Everyone's heart was pounding, and there seemed to be some indescribable light flashing in their eyes.

Perhaps, this is what is called "light in the eyes".

The senior leaders patted He Daqing's shoulders vigorously and held his hands tightly.

One of the leaders said excitedly: "He Daqing, what you said is really great!

Our country is in urgent need of wise men with extensive knowledge and talents like you.

Compared to you, those so-called experts and professors are nothing but good-for-nothings, just mouthpieces for the foreigners!"

As we were talking, it was almost time for dinner.

A senior leader invited enthusiastically: "How about having dinner with us old guys?"

He Daqing was flattered and kept smiling: "It's an honor, it's an honor!"

Another senior leader also laughed and said:

“Haha, I didn’t expect that you are not only brave in battle!

He is so eloquent and even well-informed, which is really impressive!

Let’s go, let’s talk while we walk.

Tell me more about that map of the world."

"Let's talk about that later. He Daqing, what's this soda you just mentioned?"

He Daqing smiled shyly.

“In reply to the leaders, our Red Star Distillery just produced soda not long ago.

Not a penny of foreign exchange was used, and not a single Soviet expert was employed.

With my own ideas and the help of professors from Qinghua University, I built a soda production line by myself. "

"Good, good, good!

Our China needs talents like you.

You can do practical things, you can do big things, and you don’t need to ask foreigners for help.”

While chatting and laughing, He Daqing followed the leaders to the cafeteria.

There aren’t any legendary delicacies from land and sea, but just common ingredients with a more complete variety.

He Daqing enjoyed the meal particularly well. With the recognition from several important leaders, how could He Daqing's Red Star Winery still lack compressors?