Chapter 38 of Part II

  Each class at Peking University has either re-elected or established a new student self-government association under the impact of students' patriotic enthusiasm. This struggle was smooth yet intense. Now let's see how the history department students took over the leadership from the hands of reactionary students.

  In the afternoon, a large classroom was filled with over 100 students from four grades of the History Department. Due to the brewing activities of Hou Rui and others, the History Department decided to hold a meeting together to establish a unified student autonomy association for the department.

  Hou Rui is a fourth-year student and also the temporary representative of the fourth year, so he stood up first and said: "Fellow students, today's meeting of four classes in the history department is the first time in three years. This is a great thing... a good thing..." At the beginning, his speech was a bit stuttering, but as he went on, it became more and more fluent. "What does this mean? It means that all students in our history department have awakened at the critical moment of the Chinese nation's survival or extinction, and can no longer tolerate it. We want to unite, we want to form a united body, take action together. In the past, we didn't have our own organization, some classes had student unions with names but no actual activities; some classes had nothing at all. We were like a plate of loose sand. Fellow students, this situation can no longer continue! We must elect and establish our own student autonomy union in the history department, establish a student autonomy union that represents the wishes of the majority of students, establish a student autonomy union that leads us to carry out sacred anti-Japanese national salvation activities!"

  A warm round of applause drowned out Hou Rui's final high-pitched cry. But before the applause had died down, Wang Zhong had already jumped onto the stage as a representative of the third-year students. Today he was dressed neatly and simply, his thin monkey-like face scrubbed clean. He waved his hand to stop the excited applause from his classmates, then began to speak in an orderly fashion: "Fellow students, I am so happy and excited to be standing on this stage, seeing all of you filled with patriotic fervor. 'The fate of the nation is the responsibility of every individual' - we young people with knowledge, how can we just stand by and do nothing? But...". Just as his classmates were focusing their eyes on this thin little man and his moving lips, drawn in by his words, he suddenly changed the subject and said: "But our love for our country, our desire to save it, must have the correct methods and channels. Our passion is pure, our time is precious, our actions, our organization, absolutely cannot be deceived by those reactionary elements who hang up a sheep's head but sell dog meat, or by those opportunistic elements. You all know, don't you? There are some elements who have been bought off by the Nationalist Party, they are actively working among us young students, loudly proclaiming 'the anti-Japanese national united front', and shouting about 'uniting with all possible allies'... This is a shameful surrender! It's like selling oneself to the reactionary rulers as a prostitute! So if we don't establish an autonomous association, that's fine. But if we do establish one, we absolutely cannot be fooled by those bought-off elements, we cannot be deceived by their slogans of 'anti-Japanese resistance' and 'national salvation'! I represent all the students of our third-year class in taking a firm stance: we will absolutely not participate in any reactionary student autonomous association! And we will absolutely not recognize such an association!"

  His words were finished, and a few people in the audience applauded loudly, while more people remained silent, looking at each other in dismay. It was as if a cold wind had suddenly swept through the hot weather, and dark clouds filled the sky. The enthusiastic atmosphere that had just been present when Hou Rui finished speaking seemed to have vanished into thin air. A brief silence ensued, which felt like it lasted for centuries. At this moment, Li Shao-t'ung, with a childlike face, suddenly jumped onto the stage. Before he began to speak, he swept his eyes across everyone in the classroom, and his gaze was so piercing, excited, and courageous that everyone present couldn't help but stare back at him without blinking. Even Wang Zhong, who had been proudly smiling, and Wang Xiaoyan, who had been sitting behind him with a worried expression, opened their eyes wide to look at Li Shao-t'ung. When everyone's attention was focused on him, Li Shao-t'ung began to speak in a calm and steady voice that didn't match his childlike appearance: "Fellow students, Wang Mao-zi's scissors have both real and fake ones. Archaeologists often struggle to determine the authenticity of unearthed artifacts. Today, it is clear that there are also two kinds of people who claim to be anti-Japanese and patriotic - the genuine and the fake. Who is real? Who is fake? Who is working day and night for the sake of the nation and country with all their heart and soul? And who is enjoying high positions and fat salaries, selling out the land that our ancestors have lived on for generations? This doesn't need to be explained further; fellow students can see it clearly from recent history. Who gave up the good river and mountain during the '9-18' Incident and refused to resist the enemy? Who betrayed the brave 19th Route Army during the Shanghai War and signed the traitorous 'Shanghai Ceasefire Agreement' with the Japanese devils? Who, seeing the Japanese bandits and Han traitors running amok in North China, secretly went to negotiate with the enemy about friendship and cooperation? ... But aren't these traitorous old men also masquerading as patriots and heroes who care about the people? Let's not talk about the past; let's look at our own history department... we have a few of these 'beautiful' people too..." Li Shao-t'ung spoke fluently, but just as he reached this point, a hissing sound came from the back row: "Nonsense!..."

  "Stop selling ointment!..."

  But Li Shaotong remained calm and unhurried, watching as his classmates looked at the few students who were making a "psst" sound with their mouths. He also gazed at those people with fiery passion in his eyes, then became excited, waved his hand and continued to speak: "I suppose those few students who made the 'psst' sound are probably the ones I'm talking about - the beautiful women wearing painted skins. They cry and wail in front of our honest and patriotic classmates, shouting something about loving the country and saving the nation... but behind their backs, they run to the doors of the Nationalist Party, secret agents, and traitors, doing the dirty work of selling out their fellow students, and also selling out the Chinese nation..."

  "Slander! Nonsense!"

  "Bring out the evidence! Spreading rumors recklessly!"

  The room was in an uproar, like a pot of boiling water. Several special agents shouted and the ordinary students also started shouting. The meeting was on the verge of being disrupted. Just then, Li Shaotong waved a piece of paper in the air on the podium and shouted loudly: "Someone is yelling to produce evidence! Come and take a look, comrades! This is the receipt for the special agent fees received by Wang Zhong, representing his gang, from our history department's third-year class!"

  A clear sky, a clap of thunder, and the whole classroom suddenly fell silent! Before people could figure out what was happening, another sudden thing happened: a hard stone flew onto Li Shao-t'ang's head. Li Shao-t'ang had long been prepared for this, and as he saw the projectile flying in from outside the classroom door, he naturally dodged his head to one side, and the stone hit the glass window on the side with a loud crash. The glass shattered, shards flying everywhere, and the classroom immediately erupted into chaos: "You shameless coward! If you have the guts, come out and reason with us, why resort to sneak attacks?"

  "Don't mind those clowns, just read out this receipt!"

  The angry classmates shouted two sentences, and the room immediately fell silent. Even those special agent students pretended to be very honest, some wanting to go to the bathroom, others tiptoeing to prepare to slip out.

  Li Shao-t'ang stood on the platform holding a small strip and read out loudly: "Received special expenses of our party department 300 yuan allocated by Wang Chung to the following persons..."

  "Down with the traitor and running dog Wang Zhong!"

  "Drive away the running dogs of the reactionary clique!"

  "It's too shameless for a traitor bought by KMT to bite back at others!"

  “………”

  How many arms were raised so high, how many fists waved with such force, and how many eyes searched for Wang Zhong's seat, only to find that the little man's seat was already empty. Afraid of being beaten, this clever guy had quietly slipped away during the crowd's angry shouting. But Wang Xiaoyan, who sat behind him, did not leave. She sat in her seat, pale-faced and staring blankly at the blackboard, motionless. It seemed as if she were not in a place filled with human voices and fierce struggle, but rather in a desolate place, deeply immersed in her own sorrow.

  But all of this reality is like hearing without listening and seeing without perceiving.

  The election went smoothly. Li Shaotong, with a childlike face but also clever and calm, was elected as the student representative of each class in the history department and the chairman of the student autonomy association. Hou Rui and other progressive students were also elected to the newly established student autonomy association.

  That night when Hou Rui Xing excitedly found Dao Jing to report the fight, both of them couldn't help but burst out laughing at the miserable state of the special agent student.

  When Dao Jing asked Hou Rui about the origin of this small strip, Hou Rui told Dao Jing another small story.

  Originally, Wu Yuping and Wang Zhong were both from Shanxi Province and lived in adjacent dormitories. There was also a female student from China University who was also from Shanxi and often came to visit Wu Yuping. Wang Zhong fell in love with this female student as soon as he saw her and kept asking Wu Yuping to introduce them. For this reason, Wang Zhong repeatedly invited Wu Yuping to dinner. Wu Yuping reported the situation to Hou Rui and asked him what to do. In order to numb the enemy or get some information from Wang Zhong, Hou Rui told Wu Yuping to slightly get close to Wang Zhong. One day, Wu Yuping took the female student to have dinner with Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong was overjoyed and drank excessively until he was drunk. When he took out his wallet to pay for the meal, he inadvertently pulled out a receipt for secret service expenses. Wu Yuping picked it up without Wang Zhong noticing. Later, Wu Yuping gave it to Hou Rui, who handed it over to Li Shaotang's hands and arranged for an active member of the crowd to expose Wang Zhong's scandal using the receipt as evidence, winning a great victory. This not only dealt a heavy blow to the special agent students in the history department but also throughout the entire school.

  Dao Jing listened and laughed again. She thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Hou Rui, I have a strange feeling now."

  "What's going on?" Hou Rui's two eyes, which were far apart, widened in surprise.

  "It's as if I had entered a treasure mountain where all sorts of precious treasures were everywhere. These are the treasures created by the Party's education, the Party's strength and the Party's influence. But in those early days when I first arrived at Beida, I didn't see anything. In fact, the treasure mountain has long been there."

  Hou Rui nodded and smiled: "Right. I think as the struggle unfolds, our treasures will be dug up more and more. I really didn't expect that our Peking University's underground mine would be so rich!"

  "Dig out and still need to care for, cultivate and temper, right?" Dao Jing also said with a smile. "Li Shao-t'ang is a handsome and promising young man, the party should cherish and cultivate him to become a reserve military talent."

  Hou Rui and Dao Jing's conversation was always very harmonious. They discussed the next steps and methods for their work, then parted ways in a pleasant mood.

  Book 2 Chapter 38

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