The next day, You Suyuan took him to a "mobilization meeting" again.

The meeting was held in a remote factory, and as soon as he entered the door, Yun Chenming saw two people wearing black masks who looked like staff, giving money to the young people who entered the conference hall, one stack per person, and in Yun Chenming's eyes, this money was not a small amount.

"You guys have a really good meeting, and you still have the money to get." Yun Chenming said.

You Suyuan couldn't hear the sarcasm in Yun Chenming's words, and said with some pride: "This is funded by some USA international agencies, you see, we are internationally recognized and aided!" ”

This meeting was organized by a student union called "Xuesi".

Yun Chenming saw a familiar figure, Huang Taifeng spat and shouted slogans on the temporary stage.

There was already a group of young people in the audience who looked like they had been beaten with chicken blood, stuffing the money they had just received in their bags, and shouting slogans vigorously.

The propositions and slogans they preach make Yun Chenming angry and funny, angry that there are such a big city and such brainwashed young people who can't distinguish between right and wrong, and the funny thing is that their ideas don't even dare to be thought of by Americans, and can only be described as unrealistic.

The atmosphere on and off the stage is becoming more and more frenzied, and this scene is really a bit like the absurd things done by those radical young people in that special era in the mainland. But now it's reversed, and in this new era, in this big city, there is such a group of young people.

The more Yun Chenming listened, the more angry he became, and finally he couldn't help it at that moment, he felt that the blood in his body was surging, and there was nowhere to vent his anger.

He pushed through the crowd, jumped onto the stage, and snatched the microphone from a thin-eyed man.

"I want to say a few words too!" He tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart and said in a calm tone.

The audience instantly became quiet, and You Suyuan also stared at Yun Chenming, as if she suddenly didn't know this young man who was talking and laughing.

Huang Taifeng recognized Yun Chenming's angry scream: "He's not our person!" ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and several men in black were about to climb up and grab the microphone from his hand.

"Democracy and freedom means that everyone has the right to speak!" Yun Chenming said unhurriedly.

The man in black who was about to snatch the microphone was a flurry.

"Let him speak!" Someone in the crowd cheered.

"Look at what bullshit he's talking about!" Someone shouted.

In this way, Huang Taifeng was embarrassed to stop Yun Chenming from speaking immediately, and he asked a few people in black to suspend their movements and let them stay around Yun Chenming.

"You say we have a "wall" there! The same "wall" is on your side! ”

The crowd booed.

"Your "wall" is pride and prejudice, and in this woven wall, you only see what they want you to see, and you can't see the hardships of the rise and prosperity of the motherland! ”

The boos became a little quieter. Someone in the crowd shouted: "We are free!" No matter how rich you are, you are not free! ”

"You can shout freedom today because of generations of people who have endured humiliation and carried heavy burdens, and the older generation in the big city knows that life is not easy!"

Yun Chenming continued: "What is freedom? Go wherever you want, eat whatever you want, and be able to speak responsibly, this is personal freedom! ”

"We can take to the streets and protest at any time!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"The people who let you go out into the streets and "charge" are themselves in a free place, drinking red wine and eating steaks, and ask these so-called democratic leaders, have they allowed their children to take to the streets? Their children are studying, you are marching, and you are ruining your future and your home for this money, is it worth it? ”

Yun Chenming's voice became high: "You took this money with your conscience, turned your homeland into Syria, and your family became cannon fodder and refugees, are you satisfied?" ”

There was silence in the crowd.

Suddenly, someone screamed, "Bullshit! Crooked! Kill this XX dog! ”

The crowd boiled again.

Several black-clothed people grabbed the microphone and pressed Yun Chenming to the ground, and in the screams and scolding of the crowd, Yun Chenming ushered in a stormy fist and kick. The pain spread throughout his body, and gradually began to numb, and he endured severe pain in his body, and even more pain in his heart!

His vision was blurred.

"My people will put me to death!"

He gradually felt his soul wandering, and his consciousness leaped beyond the mob.

The beatings and insults faded away.

He seemed to be back on the edge of the cold lake, his friends were playing around him, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his heart, followed by peace and peace.