Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhou Huaijun and Zhou Huaihai, brothers, their eyes are like the bright stars in the night sky, passing through layers of darkness and finally meeting each other. That kind of tacit understanding, no words are needed, already understood.

At this time, Zhou Huaihai tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Yuemin, what are you thinking about? You look so frowned, is there something you can't tell me?"

Zhou Huaijun turned around upon hearing the voice, and with a slight curl of his lips, he revealed a slightly playful smile. That smile seemed relaxed, but in fact it concealed a bit of depth and cunning, making it difficult to understand.

He said slowly, "Yuemin, I see that your thoughts are even more complicated and changeable than the situation in the Middle East! If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Why do we have to be so secretive? There is no outsider here."

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a moment, then he finally spoke slowly. "Brother, brother, even if I don't say it, I'm sure you can guess it in your heart. Right now, in Saudi Arabia, a place full of oil, a fierce war without gunpowder is taking place. Saudi Arabia, a country known as a 'big dog', is now entangled with Iran and Israel. On the surface, this dispute seems to be just a struggle for interests, but in fact it is a cruel game about money and power. In the hot land of the Middle East, such a fight has never stopped for a moment..."

At this point, Zhong Yuemin's originally deep eyes suddenly burst into a bright light, as dazzling as lightning in the darkness across the night sky.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin's heart was filled with an indescribable wave of thoughts. He thought to himself: "If the trajectory of history has not deviated in the slightest, then it seems that in this year full of variables and opportunities, a mysterious Saudi delegation quietly set foot on the vast land of China. They came from afar with bulging money and their only goal was to order the world-famous 'Dongfeng'-3 missiles. Behind this seemingly silent transaction, there is actually a thrilling invisible contest, like a life-and-death game between strength and wisdom."

Time passed quietly until the second half of the year, and those thick stacks of banknotes continued to flow into China's bank accounts like a surging torrent.

Faced with this huge wealth, China resolutely took on the arduous mission of carefully deploying these powerful missiles for Saudi Arabia.

At the same time, the country has also foresightedly formulated a series of comprehensive infrastructure construction plans and carried out comprehensive and systematic professional training for relevant staff.

There is no doubt that this is not just a simple business transaction, but also a far-sighted strategic layout that will have a profound impact on the international situation.

However, when Americans on the other side of the ocean learned about this, the reaction of those high-ranking Americans was so intense that it was beyond everyone's imagination.

They roared in anger, and the angry roar was deafening, like a group of wild cats whose tails were stepped on, screaming hysterically: "Are you really so poor that you have gone crazy? How can you be so unscrupulous and dare to sell anything?"

Their tone revealed endless astonishment and disbelief, and their hideous and twisted expressions made them look as if they had seen the end of the world coming.

But the people here just smiled indifferently and said in reply: "Bullshit, what I sell is rockets, they are just a little more accurate........."

"Yuemin, Yuemin, what are you thinking about? I've called you several times."

Zhong Yuemin came to his senses. "Brother, what did you say?"

Zhou Huaijun said unhappily, "Yuemin, there are no outsiders here. I just want to ask you if there will be any problems if we sell it?"

"Brother, what's the problem?"

"you......."

Zhong Yuemin was no longer hiding it. "Don't worry, brother. Even if the Americans knew about it, they would at most come up with a series of arms trade treaties. What else can they do?"

"If the Americans really want to come up with an arms trade treaty, to put it bluntly, they want to tie others' hands and feet while secretly tripping them up." Zhou Huaijun snorted coldly, with a bit of disdain in his tone, "The Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons is just a means for them to safeguard their own interests. As for the others, they are just talking about it, but how many of them have actually implemented it?"

Zhou Huaihai nodded in agreement. He knew very well that in the international political arena, strength was the only real factor. "We are a peace-loving country, but that doesn't mean we will be bullied. The Americans have their own agenda, but we are not pushovers. They want to use a treaty to restrain us, but we won't let them do as they wish."

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, with wisdom glittering in his eyes. "Big brother, second brother, what are you afraid of? Everyone can act like a hooligan! We have our own bottom line and principles, but we will not be easily led by others. Whether to sign those treaties and when to sign them depends on our mood and interests."

Zhong Yuemin paused and continued, "Also, don't forget that we have a long history and profound cultural heritage. Since ancient times, we have been a nation that is good at dealing with complex situations. Whether facing internal difficulties or external challenges, we have the ability to find solutions to problems."

Hearing what Zhong Yuemin said, Zhou Huaijun and Zhou Huaihai looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Finally, Zhou Huaijun coughed lightly, breaking the brief silence. "Yuemin, do you think Americans will really do such immoral things?" His eyes were fixed on Zhong Yuemin, as if he wanted to get a definite answer from him.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a sneer appeared on his face. "Brother, what are you asking about? Speaking of Americans, they have done so many immoral things!"

Zhou Huaijun showed a little embarrassment on his face, scratched his head and said, "Um... I mean selling in pairs..."

Zhong Yuemin burst into laughter when he heard this. "Brother, you are too naive! Think about it, how many pure good or bad people are there in this world? Take those who dare to open escort agencies, who is not a strong and skilled thug? Look at those who run casinos, how many of them are not ruthless and have deep backgrounds? And those who run the government, hehe, to put it bluntly, aren't they just a group of powerful gangsters! So, there is no difference between gangsters or not, there is only the difference between big gangsters and small gangsters. Especially in a country like the United States that pursues hegemony, it has taken gangster behavior to the extreme! As the saying goes: I am a gangster, who am I afraid of?"

At this point, Zhong Yuemin's eyes flashed with a cunning light. He thought to himself: "In fact, I hope that China can sell to both sides, so that we can make a lot of money! As for other countries, how much does it have to do with us? Don't pretend to be innocent, who will believe it! After all, exchanges between countries have always been full of intrigues and exchanges of interests. Although China is one of the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council, it also has its moments of hooliganism. But in terms of hooliganism skills, there is still a big gap compared to the United States and Russia!"

Zhou Huaijun frowned slightly and nodded thoughtfully, as if he was considering something in his mind.

Then, Zhou Huaijun's face suddenly became serious. He stared straight at Zhong Yuemin and began to teach him a lesson righteously. "Yuemin, you have such radical ideas that you cannot tolerate! Think about it, this is not the 1960s, when you were just a hooligan and causing trouble everywhere. Times are different now. We have to be serious and can't act like we did before, otherwise I will be the first to disagree!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin was stunned. He opened his mouth to refute, but swallowed the words back. He muttered to himself: "Hey, I...if you weren't my brother-in-law, I would have scolded you a long time ago. How can you play like this? You just finished eating the meal made by someone and then turned around to scold the cook. This is too much!"

At this moment, Zhou Huaihai, who was standing by, saw Zhong Yuemin's frustrated but helpless look and couldn't help laughing. "Okay, big brother, let's go!"

Having said that, he pulled Zhou Huaijun away with a smile, leaving Zhong Yuemin standing there alone, looking at their receding backs, shaking his head helplessly.

On this day, the sun shone through the mottled leaves onto the campus path, forming a pattern of interlaced light and shadow. As usual, Zhong Yuemin walked towards the school office with his hands in his pockets, humming an unknown tune.

When Zhong Yuemin stepped into the office, several colleagues had already arrived. He walked casually to his seat, sat down, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the chair.

At this moment, Liu Yansong, who was sitting opposite, suddenly stood up. He cleared his throat, and in his voice, he seemed to suppress some kind of excitement that was difficult to conceal, and said, "Everyone, everyone is here. Now, I want to tell you something."

Zhong Yuemin was fiddling with a pen on the table with his head down. When he heard Liu Yansong talking, he slowly raised his head. He had his signature slightly teasing smile on his face. "Hey, Comrade Liu! You look quite serious. What's the big deal? You're being so formal. If you don't know, you might think we're having an important meeting."

After saying that, he winked at the other colleagues next to him, causing everyone to laugh.

Liu Yansong was not affected by Zhong Yuemin's teasing. He just smiled slightly, and his eyes were actually shining with a happy light. "I want to invite everyone to have a meal tonight to celebrate together."

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Yuemin was stunned. The expression on his face changed from the light-hearted teasing just now to a look of confusion. "Celebrate? Celebrate what? Did your recent excellent work performance get a special reward from the leader?"

"I'm getting married, and I'm going to treat everyone to a meal."

"Fuck!" Zhong Yuemin suddenly stood up from his chair, his face full of surprise. He had never seen Liu Yansong have any signs of dating, so why was he suddenly getting married? This news came too suddenly, and he was a little unprepared.

"Xiao Liu, you...you are not kidding, are you?" Zhong Yuemin's voice was filled with disbelief, and a hint of confusion caused by the sudden news.

Liu Yansong smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of happiness: "Yuemin, you heard me right, I really want to get married. The other party is a girl I have known for a long time. We have a stable relationship and decided to enter the palace of marriage."

"Oh my god, you did such a good job of keeping it a secret!" Zhong Yuemin said, patting his forehead with his hand, as if trying to wake himself up from the shock. He looked around and found that his colleagues were looking at Liu Yansong with envy and curiosity. Obviously, this news was also a big surprise for everyone.

Liu Yansong smiled bitterly. "Actually, I never told you about this. We never had any banquets in our hometown, and I'm too busy with work to go back home. As a result, she came here alone. I thought I couldn't let her feel too wronged and shabby, so I asked everyone to get together and treat it as a simple wedding ceremony. It's just a formality to support the occasion. As for your contributions, I won't take a penny."

After hearing this, Zhu Jianguo's face lit up with joy. He gave a thumbs up and praised, "Well done, Lao Liu, that's very presentable! So thoughtful! So kind! Hehe, this can save us a lot of money. Every bit less in share money is appreciated!" As he said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing this, Yang Li pushed Zhu Jianguo aside and said to Liu Yansong, "Oh, don't be like this! I'm still a single dog, looking forward to getting more money when I get married in the future. If you don't accept it this time, what should I do in the future?"

Liu Yansong shook his head and replied with a smile, "Then I can't care about that. Anyway, I will definitely not accept this contribution. I appreciate everyone's friendship. As long as you can help to hold up the scene today and make my wife happy, that's enough. After all, she came from the countryside, and there may be some things that she is not thoughtful enough. I hope everyone can bear with me and be tolerant."

At this time, Zhu Jianguo sighed and muttered, "Humph, it's as if I'm not from the countryside..."

"Fuck! Lao Zhu, just say what you want to say. Why are you looking at me? Is this meant to imply something?"

"Hehe...Yuemin, you city dweller, wait for us to get married, shouldn't you give us a big red envelope?"

"Let's talk about it when you have a partner."

"Fuck! Who are you looking down on? Do you believe that I will bring you an 18-year-old one tomorrow?"