Everyone was looking at him. At this moment, Moy was like a bereaved dog. Beidu University, which had given him great honor, would now become his grave!
"sorry… "
Finally, after a moment of silence, he said such a sentence.
Unable to suppress the fear in his heart any longer, Moy took out a pistol from his arms, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger!
Gunshots, straight body fell to the ground!
There was still no sound in the audience, and even Fan Wencheng couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment.
When he was a student, Moy was the principal of the school.
At that time, his ideal was to become someone like Moy, but now... the former headmaster had ended up like this at this moment.
After continuing to be silent for a while, Fan Wencheng stood up.
Facing everyone, especially the teachers and students of Beidu University, he was a little emotional.
I wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a helpless sigh.
He waved his hand towards the security guard on the other side, and a group of people rushed over and began to dispose of the corpses.
In about ten minutes, all the things belonging to the foreign exchange group on the scene have been cleaned up.
The voices of the audience gradually became noisy. This literary battle left a deep impression on everyone, and now looking back, it seems like a dream!
Especially Su Qiubai's special team, who had never seen anyone before, but was directly judged by the scorer to crush the foreign delegation to win, and even Moy was forced to commit suicide on the spot!
Who are these people? What kind of person is Su Qiubai
Countless questions emerged from everyone's minds, and all eyes were on Su Qiubai at the same time.
What the hell is this guy doing? Where did you find such a bunch of weird uncles
However, the old driver didn't intend to stay longer, and quickly organized the uncles to get on the bus, because Lonlado reminded that this task was over, and the next thing he had to do was to send these uncles back as soon as possible!
The time is urgent, and the most important thing is that Lonrado has already told him the reward after completing the task!
Growth value! A lot of growth value!
You know, the old driver hasn't had growth points for a long time, and growth points are a good thing that you don't know!
The Wuling Hongguang team just left the playground under the attention of everyone. Although many media wanted to go to interview, they were stopped by the security guards.
In addition, the scene where Su Qiubai kicked the black security guard away was still in everyone's minds, so no one dared to insist.
Although people like Fan Wencheng also wanted to get to know these unknown uncles, but seeing the old driver in a hurry, there was no way to stop them, but quickly began to deal with the remaining matters after the end of the literary battle !
As for the old driver, he borrowed this car team from a car dealership not far from the villa. After taking the uncles back to the villa, he told the story of the end of the mission.
Originally, Su Qiubai thought that they would all feel silent, after all, he could see that everyone got along well during this period of time.
The result was unexpected, the uncles were quite free and easy!
As expected of a literati in history, he is quite transparent about life and death. In this villa, everyone writes quickly. Under the witness of Su Qiubai, there are almost dozens of wonderful poems here. Appeared!
The old driver took a group photo for everyone, and the photos are naturally the same as before, one for each person!
This made the uncles very happy, and this group photo of everyone was naturally treasured.
Although it only took a few days to come to this era, it was still an unforgettable memory. When it was time to separate, there was always a different feeling.
After that, just like when the big guys came, Su Qiubai drove the Hummer off one by one.
In the end, only Cao Xueqin was left alone!
Seeing him continue to cough and pack up those manuscripts, the old driver was very uncomfortable standing beside him.
Suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind.
Although everything about the task is in a duplicate space, he still wants to do something.
"Let me check your body for you!"
Taking a step forward, Su Qiubai didn't intend to discuss it, and directly started to help Cao Xueqin get the pulse.
She didn't expect Su Qiubai to do this, but after taking a look at him, Cao Xueqin didn't say anything more, and just let Su Qiubai check.
After a while, the old driver came out with the silver needle.
"The situation is not very good, but I can help you cure it!"
Looking at Cao Xueqin, Su Qiubai's voice was quiet, but determined.
This kind of determination is not because of anything else, but because he has Hua Tuo's medical skills. It is no exaggeration to cure the dead and cure the dead!
Seemingly not expecting Su Qiubai to say that, Cao Xueqin was obviously a little surprised, doubts flashed in his eyes, but the old driver had already started giving needles!
After taking out the silver needle, the old driver seemed to be a different person!
His speed was very fast, the needles seemed to be jumping non-stop, Cao Xueqin's eyes gradually became more shocked!
It can be regarded as staying with Su Qiubai for a few days, and he still doesn't know that this guy has such abilities!
Especially the kind in my body, it seems that the long-accumulated tuberculosis is dissipating!
In the end, after spitting out blood, Cao Xueqin's pale face turned bloody!
Su Qiubai let out a sigh of relief, no wonder Cao Xueqin passed away before he finished writing "A Dream of Red Mansions". If the root cause of his disease was allowed to develop, it might not be long.
Here, Cao Xueqin felt a bit of joy that she didn't expect!
Then, those calm eyes became more grateful!
Then, Cao Xueqin suddenly saluted Su Qiubai!
The old driver here didn't expect it at all, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly wanted to help him up, but Cao Xueqin insisted.
"I hope you can save my son's life!"
Hearing this, Su Qiubai suddenly came to his senses, and as he began to recall things about Cao Xueqin's son in his mind, he suddenly realized!
According to the records in the book, the 48-year-old Cao Xueqin was so sad after the death of her youngest son that she became bedridden and passed away.
Hearing this now, it really is!
"Take me to see his situation first!"
Without much hesitation, Su Qiubai looked at Cao Xueqin and said.
His current idea is very simple, he just wants to help this famous literati in Chinese history, at least let him keep the full version of "Dream of Red Mansions"!
Immediately, the two of them drove directly to the Ming Dynasty through the shuttle passage.
After seeing a doctor for Cao Xueqin's son, the situation is indeed quite serious, but that is for this era.
There was no big problem for Su Qiubai, so in Cao Xueqin's ecstatic expression, his youngest son was much better.
Seeing the nearly fifty-year-old Cao weeping with joy, Su Qiubai felt very uncomfortable, especially when he looked at the appearance of the barren house next to him, he felt even more sad.
It was at this time that someone suddenly broke in from the yard outside.
"Cao, if you don't pay back the money, your leg will be broken today!"
Hearing this voice, Su Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and Cao Xueqin's expression also changed.
Hastily walked out of the house, his child's illness just happened, and he really didn't want to make any further complications.
The old driver also followed, but was stopped by the old house slave next to him.
"This gentleman, don't dare to go out. There is a local rich businessman outside. You are our master's friend. Nothing can happen..."
The old house slave seemed very nervous, and it was Cao Xueqin who stopped Su Qiubai because he had said that Su Qiubai was a distinguished guest.
Su Qiubai smiled, and then walked out of the room.
After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the old driver's face suddenly became gloomy!
With just this dazzling effort, Cao Xueqin was kicked to the ground by a group of thugs, and there was a fat man in brocade clothes beside him, his arrogant face was full of viciousness.
"Call me, if you don't pay the money today, beat him to death! I want to see if there is anyone in this imperial city who can save you!"
Seeing that the thugs were still punching and kicking, this wealthy businessman Zhang added a little prestige to his eyebrows, and he also snorted.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an evil wind blowing from the back of his head, and when he turned around, he saw a pair of fingers poked right above his eyes.
A sharp pain came, and at the same time he heard a slow voice.
"I also want to see who in the imperial city can save you today!"