The Epic Revenge Chapter 1649: Empathy

Tamazao went to the Dean.

She told the dean what the classmates said: "We don't drink, just watch the song and dance and experience..."

The dean frowned: "This is not in line with the rules."

Si Yuzao smiled and said, "Dean, you know that the combination of work and rest will make the students' grades better. I have a solution, do you think it will work?"

The dean actually wanted to give back a favor to Si Yuzao, so he was waiting for Si Yuzao to come up with a satisfactory excuse, at least through her mouth.

"... Recently the customs yamen is very nervous, the goods entering and leaving are very strict, there must be something tricky. Our school organizes a small-scale campaign, shouting a few slogans at the customs yamen gate and taking a few photos .

If someone asks what the first-year students are doing, the school can answer that it is a regular activity; if someone takes a photo of us entering the dance hall, the school will say that it is a framed accusation by the customs yamen. We were just passing by and didn't go in. "Si Yuzao said.

People tend to have more trust in students.

At least when the government confronts the students, the public will believe the word "persecution".

So, even if there are photos in the newspaper, the school has a story.

Of course this is the worst case.

More often than not, St. Paul's Medical School is a small school, and the public and the press don't care what the students do.

Only a big man or a student from a prestigious school will stand out.

"The school agrees to organize a protest," the dean said.

He looked at Si Yuzao with a smile and lowered his voice slightly, "The activity cannot exceed eleven o'clock. Be careful when entering and leaving."

Si Yuzao said: "Thank you."

Although overnight plans have been canceled, something is better than nothing.

She gave Zhang Xinmei the activity approval form given by the dean.

Zhang Xinmei suddenly had an idea.

He held the form and said with a smile: "I will choose a dance hall for you that is closer to the customs office, to ensure that no one will take pictures when you enter and exit, and the nearby street is safe."

Si Yuzao said: "Uncle, do you want to thank me?"

"I wasted a night of business, and I want to thank you?" Zhang Xinmei tapped her on the head, "Little niece, don't go too far."

Si Yuzao shared the news with his classmates.

There are dozens of people in a class. Naturally, some people are angry, and some people are unruly.

The student union soon found out.

Du Xishang didn't make a sound, just instructed people: "Follow them secretly, remember to take pictures of the evidence."

The activity of dozens of students was not small. They shouted slogans and went to the gate of the customs office, claiming that the customs office was blocking trade.

The people from the Customs Yamen came out to coax for a long time and said a lot of good things before they got these little ancestors away.

Zhang Xinmei's car stopped not far away, the corners of her lips moved slightly.

Soon, the students turned to another street and entered the dance hall arranged by Zhang Xinmei.

Except that there are no guests and no spirits are provided in the dance hall, the rest is the same as usual, especially when the Indian dancers show their slender waists, the eyes of the students who have never seen the world are straight.

In addition to drinks, Zhang Xinmei also specially prepared snacks for the dance hall.

From 7:00pm to 10:00pm, the three-hour singing and dancing gave the students a lot of insight, and they all turned red when they went out.

Du Xi is waiting for news.

Unexpectedly, the person he sent over called him: "Master, I'm in the patrol room now..."

Du Xi was surprised.

Zhang Xinmei has long said that no photos will be circulated on this street unless he asks someone to take them.

The servants of the Du family were clumsy. As soon as they appeared, they were arrested by Zhang Xinmei and sent directly to the French patrol room.

After the students had a good time, they dispersed.

No one took the initiative to mention this to the people in the federation. First, Si Yuzao is a member of the federation, and it is easy to reveal the bottom of her small reports. Second, her family's financial resources are amazing, and she looks like a She is also very well-connected, and her classmates betray her, I am afraid it will be more difficult to get along than the people who offend the federation.

Besides, Si Yuzao was almost covering them. She was very protective and reassured her classmates.

There was a lot of trouble about this. Many people asked about it, but nothing came of it. The students went out that night with written approval from the school.

Si Yuzao is very grateful to Zhang Xinmei.

As a result, Zhang Xinmei personally came to pick her up from school the next day, and he no longer disliked Si Yuzao at once, and became much more enthusiastic.

"Uncle invites you to dinner." Zhang Xinmei smiled.

Si Yuzao smiled and said, "Have you got what you want?"

"Well." Zhang Xinmei said.

Si Yuzao suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

A few days later, the newspaper published photos of the Customs Yamen warehouse, all of which were donated by overseas Chinese, and were seized by the government.

After the newspaper was published, the people were in an uproar.

Zhang Xinmei secretly organized students and workers to protest again, and after forming a certain scale, the supplies finally passed the customs and shipped out of Shanghai.

That day, Zhang Xinmei went to the train station to sit for a long time.

Si Yuzao also accompanied him.

"Uncle Zhang, will you be very happy when you see such a victory?" Si Yuzao asked him suddenly.

Zhang Xinmei smiled and said nothing.

Si Yuzao asked again: "However, these honors have nothing to do with you at all. When others talk about you, they still think you are a wine bag and rice bag. Will you feel wronged?"

"No." Zhang Xinmei said, "Faith is the power of the heart, and does not require any medals."

Si Yuzao's heart moved.

She turned her face slightly and looked at Zhang Xinmei.

Zhang Xinmei is as tall as Si Yuzao's father, with an open chest and flat shoulders. He has very thick hair, a little long, which occasionally falls down to cover his eyes—his cynical eyes, with a shrewdness.

Such shrewdness, supported by faith, is so wise.

The man that Si Yuzao admires most is her father, and she also wants to find a man like his father in the future, and Zhang Xinmei is undoubtedly the most similar.

His figure and appearance, his character and temper, and even when he grinned, looked a bit like her dad.

"Uncle Zhang, what can I do with you? I can do it too." Si Yuzao suddenly said.

At this moment, she wants to get closer to him.

She wanted to share his joy and ease his pain. Celebrate with him when you're happy, hug him when you're sad, and comfort each other.

Zhang Xinmei turned her head and glanced at her.

He did not refuse, did not ridicule, but looked at her quietly for a while: "Yuzao, is General Deng Gao familiar with your family?"

Deng Gao used to be Si Xingpei's adjutant, but now he has become a division commander. After Yan Xinnong's retirement, he is the highest commander of the Si family's force.

"Well, very familiar." Yuzao said.

"Your grandfather is Yan Xinnong, he used to be in the military, right?" Zhang Xinmei asked again.

Si Yuzao nodded.

"...You said you wanted to follow me, but when the muzzle is made public in the future, you should aim at your grandfather, your uncle Deng, and your grandfather, your father's other cronies, you Can you do it?" Zhang Xinmei asked.

Si Yuzao froze involuntarily. Zhang Xinmei touched her head: "Study hard, silly child!"