……
"It won't be cheap."
"This is the price of pork. It's all growing recently. If you don't want to buy it, go to other stalls and ask around.”
In the market, behind the skewers of pork.
A half-naked man wearing only an apron was cutting meat with a cigarette in his mouth.
His five-year-old son ran around the stall with a toy gun.
His wife sat at the back, wiping the sweat off her head as she sat on the greasy recliner.
She turned on the TV, and the music of the weather forecast after the news broadcast came out.
"Come, don't run to your dad."
"He has poor eyesight in one eye, and you know that. If he cuts you off, you'll have more scars.”
She picked up her son with great effort and threw the toy gun into the plastic bag beside her.
"Come, watch TV with Mommy."
"Be good."
The half-naked man behind the mother and son was chopping meat. He had one eye half-closed, perhaps because his vision was not good.
Perhaps it was because he was afraid that the smoke would smoke his eyes.
"Big Ming, Big Ming, a woman, reading some history…"
"So what if I read history? Can I sell a few catties more pork?" he cursed.”
He threw the cigarette butt down.
He stepped on it with his sandals.
The moment he tilted his head, he saw his son's toy gun thrown on the plastic bag beside the whetstone.
When the man saw the toy gun, his expression was slightly dazed.
In his mind.
A series of memories flashed through his mind.
"One eye's vision is almost zero, and the other eye's vision is also declining. How can such a player bring glory to the country!”
"Captain, please, I've been waiting for this day for eight years! Just let me try once!"
"Okay, if you can get me ten consecutive 9.5 points and above, you will represent the national team!”
……
"It's a pity that he missed the target with his last shot. Otherwise, he would be representing the national team in the Olympics.”
"It is said that he was too nervous and hit the wrong target. On the target next to him, he seemed to have hit the 9.9 ring in the last shot.”
That night, a young man carrying a backpack stood at the foot of the steps of the National Shooting Range.
That was the last time he touched a gun.
The scene flashed back.
The background music was still the weather forecast from the television.
Then, he cursed something and picked up another piece of pork rib.
Bang!
A slash!
……
In the film studio in Fangshan District.
Su Chen was in a daze for a long time, not moving at all.
If someone was here, they would think that there was a statue sitting on the sofa instead of a person.
Finally.
Su Chen raised his hand and looked at the time.
7:45 PM.
He let out a long breath.
He took out his phone.
"Sir, I'm ready.”
Huang Haonan's studio sounded very busy.
"Alright, do as you wish.”
Station Head Huang Haonan's tone sounded very relaxed."Oh right, before the live broadcast begins, remember to drink some water. Your mouth was a little dry last time.”
Su Chen nodded and grinned.""Roger!"
He hung up the phone.
His smile gradually faded.
In that era, it was very difficult for Chinese people to have a smile from the bottom of their hearts.
A hundred years ago, all of them were holding their breaths.
"System activated."
"Host, please choose the year, time, and character.”
" Choice made. Prepare to transmigrate."
……
At the same time.
In Central TV's broadcasting studio.
The voices of the various staff members were tense and orderly.
"The number of online viewers is 31.2 million, and it's steadily increasing!”
"The distribution of the program is normal!"
"The proportion of people watching TV is higher.”
The smile on Huang Haonan's face also gradually faded. He slowly put down his phone and put on the live headphones that he hadn't worn for seven years.
"All departments, get in position!"
"The countdown to the third episode of 'The Collection of Huaxia' begins. Ten! Nine! Eight…"
On the screen behind the huge glass in the recording hall.
Four big words flashed.
China's collection!
As Huang Haonan's countdown ended.
The screen flickered slightly.
In a dark space.
Su Chen sat on the sofa.
He was holding a thick document in his hand as the camera zoomed in.
"Over the past five thousand years, the ancestors of China have left behind a lot of indelible history for us.”
"From the Qin Emperor and Han Emperor to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.”
"Our ancestors had a tough journey, rising from the bottom to the top.”
Su Chen raised his head and stared ahead.
In front of him was a void of chaos, filled with dark mysteries.
It was very similar to that era.
……
In front of the television!
Countless viewers were excited!
They still remembered that three days ago, Su Chen's conversation with the First Emperor had made the Chinese audience's blood boil!
Two days ago, Su Chen had spoken to Emperor Chongzhen and asked him to let Da Ming return to its peak!
One day ago, the world's largest encyclopedia, the Yongle Grand Ceremony, was once again discovered by the world after six hundred years!
They had already started digging!
Now!
Su Chen appeared in front of everyone again with his program.
"Ahhh, I'm so nervous! When he heard Su Chen's voice, he felt energized!”
"Brothers, this is the first time I've watched a program. I want to know what the process is. Do I start crying now or do I cry when everyone is crying together?”
"Is it the Great Tang? The Great Song is fine too!"
"That's not right. Look, Su Chen is holding a document in his hand!”
At this moment, the audience had already noticed the props in Su Chen's hands.
Through the previous two programs, people had vaguely discovered that the opening of " Ancient China Collection " would generally echo the history that was going to be told today.
"The first time Su Chen walked in the corridor, he was surrounded by bronze utensils and the Great Qin crane! Therefore, the conversation was with Ying Zheng, the Ancestral Dragon!”
"At the beginning of the second time, it was a palace wall with red paint and yellow tiles. That was the Forbidden City, so it was the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen!”
"Now, he's holding a document in his hand. The sofa behind him doesn't seem to be very old. It looks like the Republic of China!”
For the old viewers of China's Collection.
Reading the opening chapter, guessing the characters had already become a habitual hobby.
"No way! Is it that period?"
"Who is it?"
"Hiss! That era was turbulent and filled with talents. There were too many people to talk to. No way, it couldn't be!”
The audience thought of that era.
He immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
Could it be that Su Chen chose to talk to Pu Yi this time?
Or a little further forward!
Guangxu?
Or maybe it wasn't Manchu, but Mr. Sun…
Almost all the audience members were instantly interested.
At this moment.
Su Chen opened the document in his hand. Inside were countless photos from the Republic of China.
"In the most turbulent era of China, countless heroes and heroines stepped forward one after another.”
"Like moths to a flame, no matter what the outcome is, they will not hesitate.”
Su Chen threw away the document bag and held a thick stack of black and white photos in his right hand.
He looked at the camera as if he could look straight into the eyes of the 30 million Chinese viewers.
"The Nine Prefectures is so big, and the beginning of China. The song of the strings is endless, and it remembers the past and the present.”
His voice was deep and clear, and every word could penetrate everyone's heart.
Su Chen threw it out.
The black-and-white photo in his hand was thrown high into the air and scattered.
Each photo represented a person. They passed through the camera and landed on the ground.
"Ah!"
" That's Lin Weiyin…"
"Oh my god, Mr. Sun!"
"That's Mr Lu!"
One by one, photos with heavy historical traces slid down from the camera.
Just by looking at this scene.
Many of the audience members had already begun to get excited.
In the picture.
Su Chen reached out and casually took a photo from the air.
Looking at the person in the photo, Su Chen's gaze was firm.
"That era."
"They are running around for the future of China, eager to prove to the world how bright China's future is.”
"Today, we will go back."
"Prove to them that China's future is not only bright but also brilliant!”
As soon as he finished speaking!
The sound of a steam whistle echoed throughout the entire scene.
It instantly pulled everyone into that era!
On a prosperous street.
It was a western-style building that was filled with the aura of the times.
There were honest cars and bungalows everywhere on the road.
Blondes and blue-eyed modern girls could be seen everywhere. They were confident and generous, throwing flirtatious glances at the men, while the gentlemen were all wearing suits and holding canes.
"Oh my god, burning down the Forbidden City in the previous episode wasn't enough. This episode actually used special effects to restore Los Angeles from that era!!”
"This is the City of Angels! Los Angeles!"
"This episode is indeed Mr. Sun!？”
"In the early years of the Republic of China, Mr. Sun was indeed rushing overseas!”
The audience in front of the television let out excited screams!
However, the camera moved slowly.
In another direction in this foreign country!
A huge stadium appeared.
There was a sea of people in front of the stadium. Strong athletes from all over the world got out of their black cars.
Their eyes were filled with confidence.
He was surrounded by beautiful women, and everyone was wearing their country's flag and clothes.
On this day, they gathered in this stadium.
It was to prove his strength.
Weak countries have no diplomacy, weak countries have no sports!
At this moment.
The time appeared on the screen.
1938.
The originally excited audience stared at everything in front of them in a daze.
They were stunned.
"1938…Mr. Sun passed away!”
"What?! Who is that?"
" Look at the logo on the stadium. It looks like…"
" Olympics!!"
Finally, one of the audience members noticed the five-ringed flag!
With the appearance of the flag, the audience suddenly thought of the Olympic Games that were about to begin in half a month!
Everyone seemed to have realized something!
At this moment!
One of the audience members typed a line of words on the bullet screen.
"Look!"
"There's a Chinese man running wildly on the western road!”
This comment was marked red by the viewer, making it particularly eye-catching.
In the picture.
Su Chen wore a black tunic suit and stood in front of the Olympic Stadium.
He looked straight ahead.
At the end of his line of sight.
It was a young Chinese man in a white suit and a Western hat.
He was carrying his suitcase.
He rushed towards the clubhouse at lightning speed!
His eyes were filled with anxiety, and he accidentally bumped into the coffee in the hands of a foreigner.
The coffee was spilled.
"Sick Man of East Asia!"
The foreigner glared at the young Chinese man.
However, the young man did not even turn his head.
He crossed the ocean alone and took a boat for twenty-five days. He had a piece of bread every day, representing his 400 million compatriots to come to a foreign country.
It was to prove it.
The Chinese were not the sick men of East Asia.
His battlefield was not this road.
Instead, it was in the gymnasium with the Olympic flag floating in front of it!
As he ran, he hurriedly took out a flag and a sign from his luggage.
The box fell to the ground because it was running too fast.
The young man did not lower his head to pick up the box.
Instead, the local Chinese who received the news helped him clean up the messy clothes that had fallen to the ground.
In the young man's belief, there was only running.
He threw away his hat, suit, and other things that didn't belong to him as he ran!
He was wearing a singlet.
There was no pattern on the vest, only two words written in large block letters in the middle!
"China!"
……
"Olympics! The theme of this episode of " China Collection " was not Mr. Sun, but the Olympics!”
The audience in front of the television covered their mouths in shock.
They looked at this young man whom they were not familiar with. He was not an emperor, nor was he a famous person.
However, for some reason!
He only looked at the young man's eyes as he ran.
All the audience members felt their hearts clench!
What was it that made this young man so anxious?
……
In a village compound.
Li Dongsheng, the left-behind child, ate a fruit in his hand and sat in front of the television reluctantly.
This TV was interesting.
It was full of old men in ancient costumes. They talked about great principles and leading troops to war. It was not interesting at all.
He might as well go up the mountain and run two laps!
Li Dongsheng sniffled.
Suddenly, he turned around and saw the Olympic stadium on the television screen.
Li Dongsheng's chewing on the fruit suddenly stopped.
He stared blankly at the television screen.
The short young man inside was running hard on the streets of Los Angeles.
The two words on his body seemed to have given him endless strength!
Li Dongsheng's hair stood on end.
He couldn't explain it clearly, but he realized that the person running on the TV seemed to carry some kind of heavy mission.
……
At the same time.
In a remote internet cafe.
A large number of people gathered in front of the computer.
"The Olympics?"
"Why does this person look so much like Liu Feixiang!”
"What Liu Feixiang, look carefully, 1938! This was the 1938 Olympics!”
"It's just a little strange. Why is he running alone on the road?”
As people discussed.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was busy at the bar counter, stopped.
She looked up, her eyes still red and swollen.
"Olympics? The 1938 Olympics?"
She put down the cup in her hand and walked towards the computer that was surrounded by the crowd.
In the image!
The young man ran quickly until he rushed into the Olympic Stadium!
He looked around.
There were foreigners everywhere on the stands. They were leading dogs and children. Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.
The smiles on their faces were rarely seen on the faces of the Chinese people of this era.
They looked at the track in the stadium, where teams of athletes from their own countries kept waving.
Whistles, screams, frolicking sounds, and foreign languages that they could not understand echoed throughout the entire stadium!
The young man's eyes gradually turned red.
He immediately took out the token in his hand.
Then, he rushed into the runway.
He raised the sign in his hand excitedly.
He raised it above his head.
She wanted everyone at the scene to see the English words written in red paint on the sign.
CHINA!
Seeing this scene, an inexplicable emotion began to spread in the hearts of the 30 million viewers!
"Who is he!"
"The 1938 Olympics, ah! I really want to remember this person!"
"Liu Changchun!"
"His name is Liu Changchun!"
"A one-man Olympics!"
As the young man rushed into the Olympic track.
As he raised the sign high!
A portion of the audience's memories began to open up.
"His name is Liu Changchun, the first person to single-handedly challenge the Olympics!”
"Ah! F * ck! I remember now. He fought for the Chinese Olympics all his life, but he never saw China win an Olympic gold medal!”
"Hiss! I thought about it for a moment, and my back was already starting to go numb!”
"Su Chen wants to talk to Liu Changchun!"
"No, this time, Su Chen might not be talking to Liu Changchun! It was a world that looked down on Liu Changchun in the 1930s!”
"He wants to talk to the world that looked down on China in 1933!!”
As the young man in the picture raised the China sign in his hand.
The audience suddenly felt their backs go numb!
His scalp went numb!
As expected, it was still Su Chen!
That man would never disappoint!
Even though he wasn't talking to the emperor, it still made the hearts of every Chinese person waver!
……
In the conference room of the Central TV Station.
The director backstage gave good news!
"Director Huang, the audience's response isn't low. Instead, the bullet comments have increased by 20% compared to the same period last week!”
"Station Head, this is the statistics department. The viewership ratings are steadily rising, and there's even a slight increase!”
"Reporting to the Station Head, the likes are soaring!”
Huang Haonan's eyes were brimming with tears. He knew that the most difficult part of this episode had passed.
The popularity of the Olympics was higher than they had imagined!
Su Chen, that bastard!
He had won again!
Huang Haonan wore his headphones and stared at the television screen.
……
In the bustling Olympic venue.
Suddenly, a Caucasian woman reached out and tugged at the corner of her husband's shirt. Then, she pointed at the young man on the track who was holding up the China sign.
Soon after.
It was like a domino effect.
One by one, the Westerners saw the thin young man on the track.
The bustling Olympic Stadium suddenly quieted down after two to three minutes.
Every foreigner had a strange expression on their faces.
They pointed at Liu Changchun and whispered.
Suddenly, someone shouted in broken Chinese,""Sick Man of East Asia!"
The excited smile on Liu Changchun's face froze.
He could understand a little bit of English. He had learned it on the boat.
Then, a large number of Westerners burst into laughter.
The stadium, which had just quieted down, was once again booed and expelled.
"Hahaha! He's alone. Oh my god, this guy is participating in the Olympics alone!”
"Go back to your country! Soft egg!"
"Hahaha, he's alone. Hahaha, his country is suffering, and he's the only one sent to participate in the Olympics!”
"Go back to your hometown! Sick man of East Asia!"
Boos, jeers, and sarcasm rang out like a tsunami.
Su Chen stood at the entrance of the stadium.
As the host of the CCTV national team, he could understand the English.
Before he came, he had already expected that Liu Changchun's experience here might not be very good, but he never expected that this experience would be so embarrassing.
When the audience in front of the television realized that this was the first time China was participating in the Olympics, they were almost collectively excited!
However, when the scene in front of them happened, the smile on everyone's face was as stiff as Liu Changchun's!
" Is this the experience of China's first Olympic Games…"
"Sick man of East Asia? It had been a long time since he had heard of this name.”
"Where's my saber? I'm going to kill these bastards who look down on me!”
It happened almost in an instant.
The audience in front of the television was enraged!
"Sick man of East Asia? The experience of being crushed by us in 2008 is waiting for you! Don't worry, we'll take it one step at a time!”
"Don't forget, after a hundred years, you'll all be trash!!”
"Hehe, history will prove that those who look down on China will eventually be slapped in the face!”
"History will prove that those who oppose China will eventually decline!”
On the television screen.
Faced with the huge wave of doubts, ridicule, and insults.
Liu Changchun represented a country.
He bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes were filled with tears of humiliation. Instead, he raised the sign with the words 'China' even higher!
"My battlefield has finally arrived."
"Even if it's a single person facing the entire world.”
"I also want to stand until the end!"
He raised his placard and walked step by step into the 1938 Olympic Stadium.
Liu Changchun was filled with tears. He loved the word on his body deeply.
"Our ancestors have an old saying, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!”
"Today."
"I'm standing here facing all the boos!”
"I hope that in the future, our Chinese athletes will never have to face this!”
He held his head high and puffed out his chest. He stood alone against the overwhelming boos and represented the country with his own strength!
Su Chen stood in the stadium.
His eyes were also filled with tears.
This time, he came not only to talk to Liu Changchun, but also to talk to the entire world. He wanted to make up for his regrets!
Let the world witness the future of China!
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This chapter has 7,000 words.
As expected, she wrote a little late today. It was already 8:30 in the morning.
Next, I will try my best to write this plot well.
As for the kings and generals that everyone wanted to see, they would write one by one.
You just need to leave the names of the characters you want to see in the comments section.
Leave the rest to me.
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