Rebirth 1998, Bai Yueguang got anxious after I stopped being a bootlicker

Chapter 167: Straight Back and Forgetting Life and Death

"What the hell..."

The veins on Lao Qin's forehead were throbbing and he broke down on the spot.

It’s really true that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse’s son can dig holes!

That bastard Pan Mingshan has a mouth that can make people angry to death, and this little bastard is not a good person either.

Old Qin resisted the urge to kick Pan Yinian. He pressed the throbbing vein on his forehead and said, "Can you please speak properly? When did I say I was going to shoot you?"

"Isn't that what you mean?" Pan Yinian sneered.

"I……"

Old Qin took several deep breaths, unable to suppress the anger within him. He simply pointed at Pan Yinian and cursed, "Do you think I wanted to come? It's you, kid, whose series of powerful attacks have completely disrupted our plans."

"Demonstrations, waving flags, inciting public anger, setting fire to Fengqing Street—which one of these wasn't a major event?"

"And the song you wrote. So far, over 8000 people have rushed to Jinling because of it."

"Among these 8000-plus men, there are fully 2,000 veterans who have fought in the battlefield."

"Among them, four or five hundred are veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression."

"Every one of them was dressed in military uniform, with military medals on their chests, and some even carried box guns."

"And those grandmas and grandpas you sang about in your songs, there are more than 200 of them."

"Because of your song, the Jinling Airport and Train Station are now under martial law!"

"All departments in Jinling, cancel all holidays, maintain order 24 hours a day..."

Thinking of the chaotic situation in Jinling, Lao Qin threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his shoe sole.

It seems that the cigarette butt is Pan Yinian?

"real or fake?"

Pan Yinian didn't have time to be angry anymore and just looked at Lao Qin blankly.

"What do you say?"

Old Qin pointed out the window and said, "There are tens of thousands of people outside right now. If you add in the people protesting in other places, there must be nearly that many people protesting today."

Lao Qin put three fingers deep inside.

Oh my god! 3 people, marching and demonstrating.

Although these people are not all because of him, they are also inexplicably attractive.

Seeing the smile on Pan Yinian's face, Lao Qin was a little angry and helpless. "We originally planned to close the net by the end of the year or early next year, but what you did, we have to act early..."

"Then what?" Pan Yinian.

"Do as you say." Old Qin's expression became serious, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

"Really?" Pan Yinian was slightly stunned.

"Why would I lie to you about this?" Old Qin said unhappily.

"That's not necessarily true." Pan Yinian.

"You fucking..."

Old Qin was so angry that he wanted to kick Pan Yinian, but looking at Pan Yinian's cold and hostile eyes, he had to put his foot down, "Little bastard, if your father wasn't Pan Mingshan, I would definitely kick you twice today."

As he spoke, Lao Qin took out his cell phone and called Pan Mingshan.

"Pan, tell your son yourself, who am I? Do I have the right to kick him?"

"Why don't you try kicking one? Do you believe I will call your dad right now? Let my brother beat you with a gun belt!" Pan Mingshan.

Pan Yinian's eyes turned around when he heard this.

Old Qin was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils.

The thing he regretted most in his life was taking Pan Mingshan home for a drink before Pan Mingshan retired from the army.

Pan Mingshan, this bastard, not only got his father drunk, but he also gave him some kind of love potion that made his father want to become sworn brothers with this bastard.

If his mother hadn't tried to stop him, that bastard Pan Mingshan would have really become his uncle.

Pan Yinian scratched the back of his head and asked, "Dad, are you two comrades-in-arms?"

"Yes." Pan Mingshan nodded on the other side of the phone and said jokingly, "His father and I are brothers. According to seniority, you should call him brother..."

Hearing this, Pan Yinian's tense nerves relaxed a lot, "Can he believe it?"

Pan Mingshan, "Back then, he could."

At this point, Lao Qin couldn't hold it in any longer. "Mr. Pan, what do you mean by I was capable back then? Can't I be trusted now?"

"Twenty years ago, you, a platoon leader, risked your life to save a private like me. But would you do the same now?" Pan Mingshan said, a hint of inexplicable anger in his voice. "Do you really think I don't know what my son is doing? Do you really think no one has called to put pressure on me?"

"I tell you, from last night till now, there have been a total of twenty-three."

"But why didn't I call Yi Nian?"

"Because I think he did the right thing."

At this point, Pan Mingshan took a deep breath and said, "Yinian, listen carefully. As long as you think it's right, then do it. The young and old men of our Pan family can be poor, lonely, and humble, but they must never bend their bones! Do you understand?"

"I understand." Pan Yinian suddenly straightened his back.

Snapped!

After saying that, Pan Mingshan hung up the phone.

Pan Yinian also crossed his legs and said, "Old Qin, you can continue now."

Old Qin was so angry that he was gasping for breath. Now Pan Yinian could finally communicate with him, but he didn't want to talk anymore. He simply had someone bring in a TV and turned on the Jiangnan Province morning news.

Pan Yinian looked at Lao Qin in confusion, then started reading the news.

First, the Fengqing Street fire was determined to be an accidental fire caused by aging wiring.

It's a little surprise.

Second, current affairs news: some officials in Jinling retired early.

There was some doubt in Pan Yinian's eyes, and he glanced at Lao Qin.

Lao Qin nodded and let him continue watching.

The third one is Fengqing Street and yesterday’s parade.

"Yesterday morning, Japanese right-wing elements like Yamamoto Antai on Jinling Street assaulted and insulted Chinese veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression without cause. They also staged a massive cherry blossom festival on National Day, banning Hanfu (Chinese traditional clothing), Zhongshan suits, and the national flag. These actions are a provocation and an insult to our country, and even more so, to the 30 compatriots who died in the Jinling tragedy."

"Following urgent consultations between provincial and municipal leaders, Yamamoto Antai and others will be subject to sanctions under our country's laws and will not be granted bail for any reason."

"At the same time, the Foot Basin Customs Street will be abolished, and the Foot Basin Anti-China Crime Evidence Exhibition Hall will be built on its original site. With this as the core, the Chinese Historical Time Corridor Commercial Street will be built, and sacrificial ceremonies will be held at irregular intervals every year."

"Kimono, unique clothing and symbols of foreign powers, and anti-Chinese elements are prohibited on this street."

"During the celebration, anyone entering this street must wear Hanfu, Zhongshan suits, or other uniquely Chinese clothing..."

"I hope all Chinese people will not forget the national humiliation and the martyrs!!!"

Pan Yinian stared at the TV screen, stunned.

My ears are buzzing and my mind is blank.

It seemed as if time and space had frozen at this moment.

"This...is this true?"

Pan Yinian slowly turned his head and looked at Lao Qin, his face filled with indescribable nervousness and uneasiness.

He was afraid that he had just heard it wrong.

"Ah."

Until (*@︿@*﹀the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed) Old Qin slowly nodded.

Pan Yinian slowly came back to his senses.

Then, slowly clench your fist and wave it vigorously.

"!!!"

"?!"

"???!"

"No, no, it's good, good, good..."

Pan Yinian was so excited that his whole body was shaking, his heart beat faster, and his whole body felt numb.

It has changed, it has really changed.

He changed history and changed the regrets of future generations.

I have changed. No matter how many times I think about it, I will not feel depressed to the point of wanting to vomit blood.

"what……"

Pan Yinian jumped up excitedly, too excited to express his feelings in words. He could only keep shouting "good" one after another.

So excited that his lips trembled.

So excited that his mouth was grinning.

I was so excited that tears fell for no reason.

He really wasn't the only one, there were many people paying attention to all this.

This is what he wants.

This is the purest form of our motherland.

Although, this time he took such a big risk and would offend many people...

But it's worth it, really worth it.

At this moment, even Lao Qin looked much more pleasing to his eyes.

But Pan Yinian didn't know that what he had changed was not just these, but also the top leaders' vigilance against imported cultures and the initial awakening of national culture.

and also……

The pain cannot be concealed.

"Now, an urgent message..."