Chapter 402 Capitalism does have something worth learning
On the streets of Washington, on the big screen, the red background is particularly eye-catching.
Red has become the representative color of China. Red is the color of the five-star red flag and the color of faith.
The dazzling red color made many people stop subconsciously.
Love to watch the excitement is a gene engraved in the bones of human beings. Regardless of nationality or race, even in Washington, a large number of people gather to watch the excitement.
On the big screen, the red background clearly says "Celebrating the 75th anniversary of the founding of China!"
There is even a thoughtful translation, for fear that foreign devils will not be able to understand these words.
A white man with blond hair rubbed his eyes in disbelief and said to his companion in English: "Hey, China has only been established for 75 years?"
"Yes, Theoretically, it’s only 75 years.”
The white man held his head in shock: “Oh my God, it only took them 75 years to catch up with us?”
"It's not about catching up, it's about surpassing." His friend said seriously.
In the eyes of many people, the ugly country is no longer the ugly country that dominated the earth, and the Chinese country is no longer the Chinese country that swallowed its anger.
Chou country is inevitably in decline, but Hua country has always maintained rapid development. The number one position in the world may have changed hands.
Thanks to the popularity of the overseas version of Kaito, more and more Ugly people realize that they are no longer invincible.
In Europe, they were helpless in the face of the woolly bears, and in the Mediterranean they were losing ground to the resisters.
In the Gulf of Aden, their aircraft carrier was attacked, but the military jumped out and said it had not been hit.
In the Taiwan Strait, the exercise they organized was surrounded by Chinese troops, and the aircraft carrier retreated in despair without firing a shot.
Even on the west coast of Chou Country, the 052D destroyer swaggered on the shore of Chou Country to celebrate the New Year, and no one dared to say no.
A series of events finally made the wise people of Chou Country "open their eyes to see the world and China."
Today's Chou Country can no longer start a war with a tube of washing powder A world overlord who invades other countries.
In fact, there are not many Chinese in Washington, the capital of the United States, but CCTV still has no hesitation in booking a large number of large screens to play "My Chinese Heart" here.
Not for anything else, nor for being rich and willful, just for "killing people and killing people's hearts."
Is there anything more interesting than playing "My Chinese Heart" in the central square of the opponent's capital?
Chinese people have been reflecting on this for so many years. It is time for foreigners to "reflect" too.
Maybe Comrade Chuan Jianguo will burst into tears when he hears this song.
The foreigners were talking a lot, looking at the translated lyrics on the screen and looking at each other.
“China is so powerful!”
“I’m convinced.”
The real battlefield is Ugly Country, New Fork Times Square, known as the “Crossroads of the World”, "My Chinese Heart" is also playing on the big screen.
Several international students who were looking for internships here looked at the red color on the screen and subconsciously stopped.
This is the color of faith.
The two lines of large characters on the screen are both in Chinese, and there is no translation this time.
Because this is for Chinese people.
"National Day Special Program."
""My Chinese Heart", sung by Wu Gaofeng, composed and composed by Promise."
Xiao Zhao stopped and looked at the song title with a long-lost feeling.
“This is our country’s song!!” Xiao Zhao said excitedly to the classmates next to him.
This group of people have black hair and some have yellow hair.
Everyone stopped.
On the screen, Wu Gaofeng raised his hand and pulled his suit while singing passionately.
"Although I am wearing a dress,
my heart is still Chinese.
My ancestors have already branded everything about me
with the Chinese seal."
Xiao Zhao was shocked when he heard the singing. He looked down at his stiff suit and burst into tears.
Wear the suit, but care about the motherland.
It turns out someone really understands them.
On the big screen, Wu Gaofeng was the only one singing, with no accompanying dancers or chorus, but it was as if there were thousands of troops singing together.
Xiao Zhao was a little confused, but also suddenly realized.
Wu Gaofeng is not alone, because Xiao Zhao heard the same voice in his own heart.
Although the dress is on, the red blood is still in his bones.
With blurry eyes, Xiao Zhao tried to express his inner excitement to his Chinese friends.
"Gao Fei, listen..." However, when he turned his head, his heart became cold and he didn't say the rest of the sentence.
The man named Gao Fei looked impatient, indifferent and dismissive.
“Call me Philip.”
Xiao Zhao withdrew his hand that was about to pat his shoulder.
Oh, Goofy turned into Philip.
Wearing a dress, yellow skin and white heart, Gao Fei has become a banana man.
Xiao Zhao shook his head mockingly and sighed in his heart. After all, he was not the same person.
"Let's go, keep looking for a job, there is still an interview." Gao Fei, oh no, Philip urged.
Xiao Zhao was silent for a moment: "You go ahead, I'll talk after listening."
"Are you crazy? You didn't even go to the interview just for this bad song?" Gao Fei said incredulously: "You Do you know how rare this interview opportunity is? If I hadn’t asked Professor Mike, we wouldn’t have even had this opportunity!”
Xiao Zhao shook his head: “Go ahead.”
Gao Fei. He laughed angrily: "No, this song is political propaganda. Can't you tell? You really plan to go back to that poor and backward country! With a salary of five thousand yuan a month, you work hard as a Is it a cow or a horse?" Xiao Zhao remained silent.
Gao Fei continued to advise: "Don't listen to those bullshit experts. Damn it, 5,000 RMB > 10,000 dollars. That's all to deceive you! Wake up!"
On the big screen at this time, Wu Gaofeng is singing the chorus emotionally.
Xiao Zhao had no time to listen to Gao Fei and stared at the big screen without blinking.
“The Great Wall of the Yangtze River, Huangshan Mountain and Yellow River,
weigh a thousand pounds in my heart.”
Familiar place names, familiar mother river, Gao Fei felt like he was struck by lightning. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.
He has suffered too much, sweated too much, experienced the backwardness of his motherland, and seen the dark side. He no longer wants to go back and continue to suffer.
In Chouguo Xincha, he finally realized the freedom and happiness of capitalism, and it seemed that even the air was sweet.
There were many Chinese people present, and almost everyone stopped and excitedly discussed the song "My Chinese Heart" with their companions.
The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Huangshan Mountains and the Yellow River are no longer just mountains and rivers. They are cultural symbols of the motherland for five thousand years.
Every time they see these words, the Chinese can arouse patriotic pride.
The beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland seem to be calling them.
Wu Gaofeng's singing voice is not passionate, nor does he have any high-pitched skills, but just a touch of longing. He uses a mellow and magnetic voice and lyrics that express his heart to convey this deep patriotic emotion. Come on.
The plain lyrics and sonorous and powerful voice have the magical power to touch people's hearts.
There are no propaganda slogans, there is no so-called political correctness, there is just a patriotic heart singing its own voice.
All the Chinese present had tears streaming down their faces and their hearts were filled with excitement.
There was a voice in their hearts shouting: "Go back to the country! Go back and build the motherland!"
The singing continued, and Wu Gaofeng performed it affectionately.
“No matter when or where,
we are dear to our hearts.”
In the square, Gao Fei was still trying to persuade Xiao Zhao: "If you think clearly, if you miss the opportunity, it will be difficult to come back!"
Xiao Zhao shook his head. Gao Fei is a good friend, but he It is no longer the heart of China.
Different ways do not work together.
Xiao Zhao was silent for a moment: "No need to say any more, I wish you all the best here, Philip."
Gao Fei was stunned, looked at Xiao Zhao in disbelief, and opened his mouth But I was speechless.
Xiao Zhao has always disliked being called his English name Philip. He said that Chinese people should use Chinese instead of using bullshit English.
He prefers to call him Gao Fei, Gao Fei who flies far away, but now he blurts out his English name, what does this mean?
The answer is self-evident.
Gao Fei suddenly felt that he had never understood Xiao Zhao. This person who came from the same country as him and suffered the same hardships seemed to have always been different from him.
Patriotism, it turns out that he is not just talking about it, he is truly patriotic.
Gao Fei was silent and looked around at the Chinese people with black hair and eyes like him.
Some of them burst into tears, and some hummed along in a low voice. Even if the tune reached the sky, they were still singing.
Gao Fei left silently.
This place does not belong to him.
This place belongs to everyone who loves the motherland and has the motherland in mind.
Xiao Zhao didn't pay attention to Gao Fei's departure. He looked at the big screen seriously and intently, humming along with Wu Gaofeng's voice on the screen.
“The blood flowing in my heart,
surging with the voice of China,
even if I was born in a foreign country, it cannot change,
my Chinese heart. ”
Listening to the familiar local accent on the big screen, looking at the friendly Chinese characters on the screen, looking at the well-dressed superstar Wu Gaofeng who has long been famous.
Xiao Zhao couldn't stop crying.
"Brother, here it is." Someone next to him handed over a piece of paper.
Xiao Zhao was extremely surprised.
Not because of this piece of paper, but because this person speaks Chinese.
He reached out and took the paper and wiped it randomly. He really should wipe it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the screen clearly.
“Thank you.”
“Hey, why is this grown man still bleeding horse urine?” the man joked.
Xiao Zhao looked up at him and was speechless: "Brother, you are also bleeding."
"It's because of the strong wind that the sand has entered." The man said harshly.
"Brother, where are you from?" Xiao Zhao greeted him.
“Hey, you are from China!” The guy pointed at the big screen, “Who is watching this if you are not from China?”
“I’m from the Northeast, and you.”
"Treasure Island."
Huh?
With just two words, Xiao Zhao's affection for this man instantly doubled.
Baodao——Chinese.
He understands the gold content of this sentence so well, it is as valuable as the Hong Kong singer Wu Gaofeng singing "My Chinese Heart" on the big screen.
“Brother!” Xiao Zhao held his hand tightly, “Many Baodao people are not willing to admit it...”
“Hahaha, I know.” Man Waving his hands: "They are just short-sighted people! It's time for Baodao to come back after being away from home for so many years."
On this day, Xiao Zhao lost his friend Gao Fei, but gained a new friend.
The singing continues.
(End of this chapter)