My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 412 Kick it away!!

Chapter 412: 412 Kick it away!!

"Right, the expo is going to last for several days, what’s the rush?"

"Do you even know how to do your job? Does your leader know how you’re treating us workers, comrade? Believe me, I’ll report you..."

The scene became chaotic for a time.

Some people’s words got increasingly out of hand.

The complexion of the young man driving people away grew ugly, the veins on his forehead pulsating.

It seemed like he might lose control any second.

He fiercely struck the gong and bamboo clapper he had brought just in case.

’Clang clang clang’ after a few hits—

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

The young man driving people away fell silent for a moment, his voice unusually hoarse.

"Do you think I don’t want to let you all have a closer look? Do you think I want to rush my own compatriots away?"

His nose became sour almost instantly, and his eyes reddened.

"Comrades all know where this machine comes from, right..."

Everyone present knew it was from Japan.

The young man didn’t care about their response, continuing:

"In order to let everyone see the world’s most advanced technology, our country paid a far greater price than you can imagine to secure the right to exhibit this machine.

They only agreed to show it for today, and first thing tomorrow, it’s being taken back."

His eyes were red, "I have no choice; I want to let more people take a look, so I had to shorten the time again and again..."

The Japanese, with their technology, have always been arrogant.

This was clearly an act of bullying by leveraging power.

But productivity is supreme.

Who could blame them when their country’s industrialization had just started?

Overpowered by circumstances, they could only bottle up their resentment.

What else could they do?!

Everyone hadn’t expected the reason to be like this.

Silence suddenly fell.

An old technician with graying hair broke the silence, "...We understand the difficulties and intentions of this comrade; we’ll leave now."

With that, he cast a heavy look at the machine.

With a call to the people beside him, he was the first to leave.

Behind him, Old Yang led the people from Jinzhou Textile Factory away.

A suffocating quiet spread through the crowd!

It was humiliating, and it was anger at their own incompetence.

Seeing his comrades’ low morale, Old Yang said, "What’s there to be so disheartened about? Haven’t we faced enough humiliations already?!"

"The future of our country is in your hands."

"As long as you have a resilient heart and strive hard in our studies, sooner or later our country’s own manufacturing will become an object other countries desire but cannot have."

He was confident in that.

Not a single winter will fail to give way to spring, nor will there be a spring that fails to arrive.

When millions of people unite their efforts, what can’t be achieved?!

Lin Tang, who knew of the glory to come, said resolutely, "It will happen one day, and Zhonghua Country’s manufacturing will spread all over the world."

And later, that golden age came as the forebears had wished!

"Zhonghua Country’s manufacturing all over the world?" Old Yang repeated, a smile breaking over his weathered face, "Well said, I believe it will be so, too."

The others felt comforted upon hearing this, though their good mood had been dampened.

Sensing everyone was still in low spirits, Old Yang waved his hand and said:

"That’s enough for this morning; let’s disperse. Everyone go on their own way for now, and we’ll regroup in the afternoon."

The technicians all responded, dispersing in the directions they each wanted to go.

Lin Tang was very interested in the industrial exhibition area and wanted to learn more about the technology levels of different countries, so she continued to walk ahead.

Along the way, she encountered exhibits such as agricultural cultivation equipment, tractors, and oil drilling equipment.

Lin Tang learned a lot.

Continuing forward, she saw a group of people forming a circle, speaking animatedly about something.

On the outside, people were craning their necks and squeezing in.

Lin Tang glanced at the name of the exhibition area and understood.

It was a rescue plane on display, no wonder it was so crowded.

In an era where even bicycles were precious, the allure of airplanes was self-evident.

Just as she was considering whether to go in for a look, a quarrel broke out nearby.

"You old hag, you stepped on my foot!

My new shoes just cost me a good twenty; you think you can afford to pay if they’re damaged?"

The speaker was a young man dressed quite decently.

At the moment, he was looking at two old people across from him with contempt, speaking rudely.

Opposite the young man were two plainly dressed elderly people.

It was none other than the Ruan family couple.

Old Master Ruan and Madam Ruan had never seen anyone speak so disrespectfully and both their faces turned dark.

Hearing his old wife called an "old hag", Old Master Ruan immediately let go of his scholar’s gentleness and composure.

His face showed anger.

"Young man, you shouldn’t be so hot-tempered, and you shouldn’t be so petty—it’s just a pair of shoes. Is there a need for such harsh words?"

Upon hearing this, the young man’s rage flared even more fiercely.

He rolled up his sleeves.

And he swung his fist, aiming to hit someone!

"You old fool, who are you calling petty? Are you looking to be taught a lesson by me?"

This man came from a small town, where his uncle was the vice factory director of their local electric motor factory. He had secured a "iron rice bowl" job just after finishing elementary school, relying on his uncle’s connections.

Being accustomed to having someone powerful protecting him, he was used to being arrogant.

He once even broke both legs of someone who had accidentally bumped into him.

Thinking the Ruan couple was just a pair of ordinary old folks, he wanted to take his anger out on them.

Old Master Ruan hadn’t expected this man to actually dare to strike in broad daylight and quickly shielded his old wife, dodging the man’s fist.

Kind-hearted bystanders who couldn’t stand by came forward to stop the fight.

The trouble-making man was ruthless, hitting one of the good samaritans right in the eye.

The frail scholar retreated repeatedly from the blow.

The compassionate onlookers were taken aback.

And hesitated slightly.

The young man charged at the Ruan couple.

"Ah!!" A female comrade screamed, covering her mouth in shock.

However, the next second, the outcome shocked everyone.

A leg shot out from the side, delivering a gentle kick.

The arrogant young man flew straight out.

His body crashed heavily onto a concrete platform.

"Ah, it hurts like hell!"

The onlookers, seeing the bully get his comeuppance, clapped and cheered.

"Serves you right for being in pain!"

"It’s normal for people to bump into each other at such a crowded event. That old lady accidentally stepped on your foot and already apologized. Was there any need to start hitting people?"

"How did someone of such low character get into the venue? He didn’t steal someone else’s ticket to get in, did he?" someone speculated.

"I suggest we find a staff member to check his information; if he really did steal the ticket, let’s take him to the Public Security Bureau."

...

The crowd condemned the young man who had thrown the punch.

Madam Ruan, seeing that the good Samaritan was actually a beautiful young girl, looked momentarily crestfallen.

Upon regaining her composure, she gratefully took the young girl’s hand.

"How should I address you, young comrade? Thank you for just now."

Lin Tang was caught off guard being pulled by the hand and, unaccustomedly, pulled away gently.

"No need to thank me; everyone has older folks at home. It’s the right thing to do."

Madam Ruan, seeing her clear and bright eyes and delicate, pretty face, formed a much better impression of the young girl.

"Regardless, you helped us out today..."

The young man who threw the punch had injured his back and couldn’t get up for quite some time.

He still lay on the ground.

Hearing the crowd babbling and condemning him, his face turned angrily red.

He glared maliciously at the instigator of his downfall.