Qiao Bohua did not answer immediately, but tried to contact Zhu Weiquan himself, but found that he could not be contacted at all.

I called the liaison office of Guoan in Tai O again to inquire about the recent progress of the work, and the answer on the other side turned out to be that everything is good!

At this point, Qiao Bohua couldn't believe Wang Yong's words.

"In this way, you first go to Tai O to rescue Zhu Weiquan, if the rescue goes well, then everything is easy to say; if it fails, or Zhu Weiquan has an accident, Zhu Weiquan's task and position will be transferred to you, and you will be fully responsible for Tai O affairs. Be careful, I'll hear from you. Qiao Bohua said.

"Okay!" Wang Yong hung up the phone, and then began to pack his luggage.

Just looking left and right, it doesn't seem to have much to bring.

Just go out empty-handed and rush to the airport.

Before the person arrived at the airport, the national security had already sent a message, and all the formalities had been completed, and even the location of the public phone dialed by Zhu Weiquan was also queried.

Wang Yong marked the location on the map on his mobile phone, which was a sidewalk by the sea in Longclaw Point.

There are not many buildings in that area, and it should not be difficult to find the location where Zhu Weiquan is being held.

The only worry is that the other party will transfer Zhu Weiquan, which is a bit of a needle in a haystack.

After waiting for an hour, Wang Yong boarded a night flight to Tai O and flew through the night sky to Tai O.

…………………………

At this time, the air in Yanjing was a little stuffy, and many people couldn't sleep because of the heat, so they sat under the shade of the trees to enjoy the coolness.

And even if Du Ruhui turned on the air conditioner, he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He sat at the desk and was silent for a long time, and he wrote several words "death" on a piece of paper in front of him, and then was scratched one by one, which was quite shocking.

When human beings are not really facing death, they can often treat it calmly, but once they do encounter death, they will suddenly be chaotic.

This is the case with Du Ruhui.

He thought that he could have been able to deal with the impending fate with a normal heart, but he really felt that death was approaching, and he still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.

He is nostalgic, nostalgic for all the beauty of life, and even the grass and trees outside the window, the wind and the dew, all give him a sense of intoxication that he has never had.

That feeling is life.

Snort, the pen force penetrates the back of the paper, and Du Ru will write down the word "sheng" heavily.

The next second, there was a sudden burst of despair, throwing away the pen and grabbing the hair with both hands, tearing it for a while.

The strands of hair were torn off by him, and the little left top of his head became more and more bare.

Du Ru would gasp violently, like a wounded beast, with a fierce hideous look in his eyes.

He suddenly understood some of those frenzied thugs, and when he learned that he was about to die, he was probably in this mood, right? Even a person like him, who prides himself on seeing through life and death, inevitably has a violent tendency at this moment!

Click!

At this moment, a purple lightning bolt suddenly lit up in the sky, spreading half of the sky, like a dragon snake entrenched in the void.

The thunder then arrived, and the rumble rolled from the sky, slamming into the glass window with a strong sound wave, and reaching Du Ruhui's ears.

Du Ruhui slammed a spirit and instantly came to his senses.

The hideous look in his eyes slowly receded, replaced by clear eyes.

"Thunder and thunder, the gentleman repairs the province with fear. Is this God waking me up?" Du Ru would look at the changed sky outside the window and muttered to himself.

After a few moments, he grabbed the pen again and brushed it back to write a line of poetry on a page.

"Seventy is still planting trees, and others are not laughing at idiots. Although there was death in ancient times, it was fortunate that there was no prophet. ”

This is a poem by the Qing Dynasty poet Yuan Mei. At that time, Yuan Mei planted a tree at the age of seventy, and others laughed at him for planting trees at this age, and it is unknown whether he can see the tree grow. Yuan Mei wrote this poem in response.

It means that an unpredictable life is a happy one, and the kind of life that knows which year and month you will die is the most terrible.

Du Ruhui now clearly falls into the latter category.

The doctor called tonight to tell him that the latest medical examination results had come out, and the cancer cells in his body had begun to spread, and he was afraid that he would not live for more than a month.

This is also the reason why Du Ruhui lost control of his emotions tonight.

Knowing that his life is short, the process of waiting for death is enough to make people crazy.

However, Du Ruhui's eyes were fixed on the five words "Seventy Trees Planted", and a ray of light gradually lit up.

"Yuan Mei planted a tree when he was seventy years old, and even if he couldn't see the tree growing, he left a shade for future generations. What kind of tree can I plant for future generations? Contributing to the National Book Award for "The Canon of Chinese Studies"? It seems that it has little to do with me, and if it weren't for Wang Yong's bad luck, I am afraid that "The Canon of Chinese Studies" would have been eliminated in the group rankings. Speaking of which, I still haven't been able to do anything to leave the last shred of kindness for the world. ”

Du Ru would mumble to himself, following the demon.

Boom, boom!

Another thunderclap sounded, and heavy rain fell. The people who were enjoying the shade took the small maza and rushed home like crazy. The sweltering heat became cool in a blink of an eye, and a stream of earthy rain was sent by the wind into the cracks of the windows, which was very different from the cold air from the air conditioner.

As the raindrops hit the window, Du Ruhui was sitting in front of the computer, tapping quickly on the keyboard.

The crackling sound echoed in the empty study, and every word that appeared when the cursor jumped seemed to have a special power, making Du Ruhui's already dead body seem to be back in the light.

After more than two hours, Du Ruhui finally finished typing the keyboard with a smile.

"It should be okay now, right?" Du Ru would go through the nearly 10,000 words that had been typed out, and said.

Then gently move the mouse to divide the 10,000 words into several paragraphs and send them out separately.

Dididi, Du Ruhui instantly posted five more new blog posts on Weibo.

It's just that Du Ruhui didn't have many followers, let alone the iron fans who squatted under Weibo day and night to pay attention to his new news.

The post went out for more than 20 minutes without a response.

This made Du Ruhui a little disappointed.

Is it so hard to do a good deed?

At this time, Du Ruhui's phone rang suddenly.

But it was an old friend of Du Ruhui who called.

As soon as he connected, the other side asked in a surprised tone: "Lao Du, are you crazy?

Du Ruhui replied quite calmly: "Conscience." ”

Hearing Du Ruhui's answer on the other side, he froze. As an old friend, of course he knows that Du Ruhui is now ill, and his words are good when people are about to die, and it seems understandable that Du Ruhui will make this kind of move before he dies.

It's just that...... Isn't that a bit too bold? It's going to send an earthquake across the academic community!

"Alas, Lao Du, I don't know what to say. You didn't think you would do it, just in case it didn't work. Did the students you ever take with you suffer any kind of discrimination?"

Du Ruhui looked at him firmly and said, "I haven't thought about it." Because he won't lose at all!"

"He?who?"

"A man who you will eventually see him rise to, but I certainly will not see. After Du Ruhui finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

In this moment, Du Ruhui's Weibo had a few more replies.

It's just that without exception, they're all asking: Really? You can't be a rumor, right?

Du Ruhui solemnly replied to every inquiry: personality guarantee, no lies.

"I still don't believe it, forget it, it has nothing to do with us. Slept. ”

A few people just ate melons, asked out of gossip nature, and then went to sleep.

It didn't play any role in the spread of this blog post at all.

Du Ru sighed and prepared to turn off the computer.

He had done his best, and if even God was on the other side, there was nothing he could do.

Just when Du Ruhui clicked on the upper right corner of the webpage and just wanted to fork off the Weibo page, he saw that Weibo suddenly flashed, but his blog post was forwarded!

Looking at the person who forwarded it again, Du Ruhui couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

It was the old friend who had called him just now.

And that old friend not only forwarded, but also @ many of his disciples.

Although Du Ruhui, an old friend, is also a person in the academic circle, unlike the narrow communication of other scholars, this old friend is engaged in cultural research in the field of film, and has taught countless star disciples.

There are also many big stars who have taken his performance culture classes, but in terms of communication, it can be called extensive.

And as soon as he made a move, Du Ruhui understood what influence was.

Several celebrities didn't sleep at this time, and they were immediately alarmed, and left messages under Du Ruhui's Weibo one after another.

"What's wrong with Mr. Du? Is this blog post real?"

"Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Du? It's easy for you to offend people like this. ”

"Mr. Du, you are a good friend of our teacher, as long as you dare to guarantee the authenticity of Weibo, we are willing to help you spread the ......"

In the face of inquiries from several celebrities, Du Ruhui replied to the melon-eating masses as well, and typed the words "personality guarantee, no lie" on the keyboard.

When it was over, it seemed that Wu felt that he was not convincing enough.

A new blog post was also published: I bear legal responsibility for the above remarks, and if the person concerned believes that I have caused damage to his reputation, he can file a lawsuit against me. If Du Ruhui changes his words, this surname does not exist.

This is a very serious statement. not only assumed legal responsibility, but also blocked the ancestors of the Du family.

The celebrities who asked about the truth and falsehood suddenly understood, I am afraid that this blog post that is enough to cause a big earthquake in the academic circle is true.

In the next second, I saw that all these stars began to retweet.

Although no one expressed support for Du Ruhui when forwarding, just forwarding it is already a great affection.

With the number of fans of these stars, they can immediately set off an uproar on Weibo.

And Xue Jie, who also didn't sleep at this point, happened to see this Weibo forwarded by a celebrity friend.

After reading it carefully, he couldn't help but be stunned and said: "There is still such a thing? It turns out that the intrigue and deceit in the academic circle are no less than those in our entertainment industry! No wonder Mr. Wang was obviously for the country some time ago, but he was still smeared and scolded so much, but there is such a group of people who are doing ghosts! Zhou Daoli, Li Zhengyi, and Yi Wenzhong are all well-known figures in the academic circle, and behind the sanctimonious nature is so full of jealousy!"

After speaking, Xue Jie reposted this Weibo without hesitation.

is also accompanied by a comment: Every time you slaughter more dogs, most of them are readers. I didn't believe it before, but now I have to believe it, but fortunately, there is another group of scholars who maintain a little conscience and pride in this group. With them, China will not be lost. @王庸, @杜如会.