Chapter Twenty-Five: Historical Events That Came as Scheduled
Wang Hui has always been elusive lately.
Yang Hao was very curious about what she was doing with a satchel all day long, so she took advantage of the recess to sneak to the door of the classroom of the second and third classes of high school.
Wang Hui, who was lying on the desk and sketching on a piece of paper with a pen, was gently bumped on the elbow by the girl at the same table, and then heard her say, "Look at the door, your boyfriend is here." ā
"Huh?" Wang Hui was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly looked up at the door of the classroom, and sure enough, she saw Yang Hao leaning against the door frame and staring at her......
Many students in the second and third classes of high school noticed Yang Hao who came uninvited, especially the boys who were usually close to Qian Meiyi, and they stood up from the stools one after another.
But what happened at the school gate also became an insurmountable psychological barrier for them, and no boy dared to take the initiative to come forward to trouble Yang Hao.
Wang Hui was obviously anxious and ashamed, and her face was red.
Yang Hao beckoned to her with a smile and shouted, "Wang Hui, come out, I'll tell you something." ā
"Oh......" Countless pairs of eyes in the class focused on Wang Hui's body, obviously wanting to see how she would react.
But Wang Hui stood up without saying a word, closed a booklet on the table, and walked straight to Yang Hao, who was standing outside the classroom door......
"Aren't you afraid of being seen by our teacher?" Wang Hui pushed Yang Hao at the door, and said to him in a very low voice: "Our head teacher is about to be mad by you......"
"It's just a normal recess exchange between classmates." Seeing Wang Hui's cute appearance with a red face, Yang Hao resisted the urge to pounce and take a bite, and said with a smile: "The so-called clear people are self-purifying, no matter what they say or think!" ā
"What are you looking for me?" Wang Hui looked at the time on the white electronic watch on her wrist and asked Yang Hao: "Can't you talk about it after school?" ā
"It's nothing, I just want to ask, what have you been doing in the last two days?" Yang Hao asked curiously: "The elusive ones can't see the human figure anymore." ā
"I ...... I went to Mr. Chen's house to study......" Wang Hui bit her lip and said with some twist: "Next Thursday, there is a singing competition for high school students in the county, and I signed up for ......"
"Oh? Which Teacher Chen? Yang Hao was a little surprised, it was actually like this...... According to Wang Hui's always quiet character, she rarely sees her take the initiative to express her time! Of course, what Yang Hao cares more about is whether this Teacher Chen is a man or a woman? For some reason, after being reborn, Wang Hui seemed to have become an untouchable forbidden piece in his heart, and he cared very much about Wang Hui's every move and smile.
But Wang Hui failed to taste the implied meaning in Yang Hao's tone, and picked up a few strands of hair in front of his forehead with his hand, and said at the same time: "It's Teacher Chen Xiuping Chen, who teaches music classes......"
"Oh, it's her......" Yang Hao suddenly realized.
There are not many music teachers in the entire Pingshui High School, and Teacher Chen Xiuping, who is nearly fifty years old, has been teaching in Pingshui High School for more than 20 years, and Yang Hao is certainly no stranger to her.
After figuring out Wang Hui's whereabouts in the last few days, Yang Hao was much more relieved, and he asked with a smile: "What song are you going to sing during the competition?" ā
"I ...... I haven't thought about it yet......" Wang Hui replied embarrassedly: "Teacher Chen Jian yƬ I sing "Lu Binghua", but I always can't grasp the melody of this song, and it is easy to go out of tune ......"
"That's ......" Yang Hao nodded in understanding, and asked again: "Then why did you suddenly sign up for a singing competition?" ā
"Because my third aunt said that if I can get some singing performance awards when I am in school, it will be of great help to my future development." Wang Hui did not hide the reason why she participated in the competition.
And the third aunt that Wang Hui said, Yang Hao could guess that it should be her relative who opened a music teaching class in Shanghai.
It's just that when the topic came here, Yang Hao was a little curious, and he asked Wang Hui: "Do you want to sing in the future?" ā
"Yes." Wang Hui nodded affirmatively at Yang Hao, this was also the first time she revealed her dream in front of Yang Hao, she whispered: "My mother also supports me to learn to sing, when my third aunt came back to my house, she also said that I am very talented in this area, and I may be able to become a big star in the future......
"Do you like the atmosphere of being on stage and listening to the fans cheering?" Yang Hao was stunned, and suddenly remembered.
In his last life, after he went to study in a foreign university, he gradually lost contact with Wang Hui.
It's just a few years later that I heard her mother mention it once by chance, saying that she was in the north of the capital and co-founded a studio.
Could it be that the studio that Wang Hui co-opened in the capital at that time was a music studio?
When he thought of this, Yang Hao suddenly felt so ashamed, he found that since graduating from high school, his understanding of Wang Hui was almost a blank slate!
He didn't know where Wang Hui went after graduating from high school, and he didn't know what Wang Hui was doing outside, who he met, and what he encountered...... He had no idea!
Even if he hadn't taken the initiative to ask today, he probably wouldn't have known that under the surface of Wang Hui's seemingly quiet personality, there was a heart of yearning for stage lighting!
In fact, Yang Hao has never cared about Wang Hui's ideals, and in her previous life, she was always an ordinary character by Yang Hao's side......
Hearing Yang Hao's question, Wang Hui raised her head gently, leaving Yang Hao with a sweet smile, and she responded: "I like it!" ā
The brief conversation of "Jingle Bell ......" was hastily interrupted by the sudden ringing of the class bell.
Before leaving, Yang Hao grabbed Wang Hui's arm and said to her: "I'll help you think of a way to talk about the song!" ā
"The teacher is coming, you ...... let go" Wang Hui was taken aback by Yang Hao's bold move, and didn't hear what Yang Hao said clearly, like a frightened deer, he fled back to the classroom of the second and third classes of high school.
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Friday, May 7, 1999, was a calm day.
According to Yang Hao's wishes, Zhou Zhaoliang cleared all the stocks in the stock market, and Yang Jie also registered a new stock market account.
The next day, Saturday, May 8, at 7 o'clock in the morning, a news that shocked the people of the whole country was broadcast on television and radio at the same time.
At about 5 o'clock in the morning of May 8, Beijing time, a B-2 bomber from the United States dropped three precision-guided bombs (JDAM) and hit the Chinese Embassy in the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia on the cherry blossom road in Belgrade, the capital of Yugoslavia.
Xinhua News Agency reporter Shao Yunhuan, Guangming Daily reporters Xu Xinghu and Zhu Ying were killed on the spot, dozens of people were injured, and the embassy building was damaged......
And at about 7:20 in the morning, Zhou Zhaoliang's phone call reached Yang Hao.
"Something is wrong!" As soon as the phone was connected, Zhou Zhaoliang's hurried voice came from the other end: "Yang Hao, something big is going to happen!" ā
"I know......" Yang Hao, who had barely slept all night, sat on the bed with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, squatting on the bed with his knees crossed, his eyes full of bloodshots.
Without waiting for Zhou Zhaoliang to finish speaking, he smiled bitterly and said astringently: "Damn the US imperialist bombers, they bombed our embassy......"
As a prophetic reborn, last night was like a year for Yang Hao.
The incident caused an uproar in the country, and he knew that from this afternoon, large-scale demonstrations would break out across the country.
The embassy of the US imperialists will be chased and smashed by the masses, and the largest Chinese computer hack war in history will be staged tonight......
Yang Hao knew the ins and outs of the whole thing, but he couldn't say it...... Can't say it to anyone!
Last night, he told himself over and over again that even if he issued a warning in advance, he was powerless to change the occurrence of this incident.
People are soft-spoken, and that's the truth.
The only thing he can do is to make sure that the people around him will not be affected by this incident.
Zhou Zhaoliang was stunned for a moment before asking, "Have you also watched the news?" ā
Yang Hao didn't want to say more, but just asked him: "You got up so early?" ā
"I was woken up by the sound of Yang Jie's TV." Zhou Zhaoliang smiled bitterly: "I feel that something big is going to happen." ā
"Well, probably." Yang Hao took a light breath and said, "Anyway, the stock market will definitely be volatile, but fortunately, we have cleared our position." ā
"I was about to ask this." Zhou Zhaoliang hesitated: "This bombing has made people panic, the market will open on Monday, and the stock will definitely fall sharply...... Are we still buying? ā
"The decline is the decline of the market, but some national industries will definitely rise against the trend." Yang Hao comforted: "And in this situation, the increase will not be too small." ā
"How much will the stock you asked me to buy go up?"
"I can't tell now, but it shouldn't be below fifteen points anyway."
"Can it go up 15%?!" Zhou Zhaoliang gasped.
"Hmm......" Yang Hao hummed softly, and he responded.
And Zhou Zhaoliang said: "I'm going to find someone to turn over some funds, do you think it's reliable?" ā
"Reliable."
"Okay, then I'll go out and look for funds later!" Zhou Zhaoliang said on the other end of the phone: "If you can buy the right one this time, I will treat you as my own nephew!" ā
āā¦ā¦ Take advantage of me! Yang Hao responded with a smile.