Huang Yi, Chairman Huang, you are finally back. This is great

With two excited shouts, two young students wearing glasses ran out of the house rented by the Brighton Chinese Students Association. They looked very embarrassed. Not only were their clothes ragged, but one of them still had red on their heads.

They ran to Huang Yi and said, "Chairman Huang, where have you gone? Why are you here now? You have called you several times to page. Is it inconvenient to reply? Or do you have any other things in the consulate and ask you to help us? Can you please speak for us?

Huang Yi said: Okay, aren’t those guys coming again? Look at your appearance. Do you, as Chinese, have you not realized this after joining this organization?

Hearing Huang Yi say this, the two young students were a little stunned, but then they saw Zhou Ming standing beside Huang Yi, so they immediately asked: Chairman Huang, who is this person? Is this from our consulate? Come and help us solve the problem?

After they asked this, Huang Yi suddenly became a little confused. He turned his head to look at Zhou Ming, hesitating and didn't know how to answer. Zhou Ming smiled and took the initiative to stand up for him and replied: Sorry, classmates, the answer may disappoint you because I am not from the consulate, but you can tell me your questions, maybe I can help you.

Both young students were disappointed with Zhou Ming's answer, but they still said: Thank you very much. I think we have to solve the problem ourselves. And seeing that you are so young, you should also come to Brighton to study abroad. If you encounter any trouble, you can also come to us at any time.

After saying that, they wanted to say something to Huang Yi, but at this time Huang Yi taught them a lesson: What are your attitudes? Do you know who this is? Teacher Zhou Ming from China. He brought Harvard to study at the financial class of the National People's Congress. Consul General Cheng Jun from the New York Consulate personally went to the airport to pick him up, and the US president personally gave him authorization.

Huang Yi's words made them a little confused. They asked blankly: Chairman Huang, which Zhou Ming are you talking about?

This rhetorical question made Huang Yi even more popular. He shouted: Of course, it is the teacher Zhou Ming that I often mention to you. Can there be other teacher Zhou Ming?

Although Huang Yi's words were very reprimanded, the eyes of the two young students suddenly lit up. One of them looked at Zhou Ming in surprise and said: Teacher Zhou Ming, are you the hero who single-handedly stopped the United States from planning the financial war for nearly half a century in Northern Russia? We have heard of you a long time ago. I didn't expect it would be great to see you here. We all admire you very much.

Another said: I heard from Chairman Huang Yi that when you came, our Consul General went to the airport to pick you up, and the authorization given by the US President is amazing.

As they said that, the two young students were about to shake hands with Zhou Ming, but when they reached out their hands, they found that their hands were dirty. Just as they were hesitating, Zhou Ming took the initiative to hold their hands and said to them with a smile: I am very happy to know you too.

Although it was just an attitude, Zhou Ming did not care about the dirty hands of their hands, which moved them so much that their bodies couldn't stop trembling.

In response to this, Zhou Ming still smiled and said: Okay, I think we can find a place to sit now, and then talk carefully about what happened here, such as in your association.

Then Zhou Ming took them into the room of the Brighton Chinese Students Association without saying a word, but when he walked into the room, he found that it was worse than he thought: the tables and chairs were tilted, and the things in the drawers and some documents were thrown everywhere, as if they had been robbed; paint was poured on the walls and chairs in the house, and a lot of this paint even flowed to the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

Looking at the situation in the room, Huang Yi and the two young students felt very embarrassed. Huang Yi also suggested to Zhou Ming: Teacher Zhou, why don’t we go outside and find a place to sit down and talk.

It doesn't matter, I don't think the door is pretty clean.

Zhou Ming said as he pulled over a chair next to him without paint and sat down. When Huang Yi and the two young students saw Zhou Ming do this, they had to find a few pieces of paper to wipe the chair, then put things on it and sit on it.

After everyone sat down, Zhou Ming first said: Since they have sat down, who do I need to tell me what is going on here?

After Zhou Ming finished speaking, he looked at Huang Yi and the other two, but they all lowered their heads, as if they were a little difficult to speak. Zhou Ming had to name: Huang Yi, is it not convenient to tell me? After all, we will be Harvard classmates in the future.

Huang Yi, who was named by Zhou Ming, was stunned at first. He hesitated for a while before finally making up his mind and said: Teacher Zhou, there is actually no convenience or inconvenience. This is what every student who came to study in Brighton will tell him. And when he encounters trouble, we will try every means to help him. But Teacher Zhou, you made us feel embarrassed to speak.

Zhou Ming just smiled at this, and didn't say anything, and listened quietly to him.

Huang Yi sighed and continued: Teacher Zhou, you know that our association is now called the Brighton Chinese Students Association, but it was not called this name at the beginning of its establishment. His name is the Brighton Chinese Students Mutual Aid Association.

Mutual Aid Zhou Ming frowned and asked, keenly thinking about what problem he had.

Huang Yi nodded and said: It is mutual assistance, and the meaning of mutual assistance is expressed in English. However, due to some reasons, it could only be changed back to the Brighton Chinese Students Association.

Zhou Ming noticed that the word help used by Huang Yi here is Aid rather than a common help. Although Zhou Ming knew that using Aid in the association would be more formal than help, if it is not necessary, Huang Yi should not specifically emphasize the expression in English, because in the idiomatic use of English, help is just an ordinary help, but Aid is more of an important support and assistance in a situation.

More importantly, there is no problem with the name of this association, so why should we remove the word mutual aid in the end

The original intention of the establishment of this mutual aid association is the discrimination that Chinese students are subject to in the United States. Huang Yi said that in fact, the issue of discrimination is not only present in our students, but also in all parts of the United States.

Zhou Ming nodded and expressed his understanding of what Huang Yi said. In the past few hours from the principal building to the academic affairs building, from black security personnel to the assistant provost and principal, he had experienced many discriminations. This was still at Harvard University, where senior intellectuals who had obtained doctoral degrees such as the provost and the principal, he still came with documents signed by the president himself.

But the result is still the same. It is conceivable what the situation of Chinese students in other places will be like.

I don’t know if you have heard that word, Mr. Zhou. Huang Yi pointed to a graffiti on the wall next to him. It is literally translated as Qing worms. The insects of the Qing dynasty are very representative insulting words in the United States a long time ago. In the eyes of those Americans, whether they are compatriots in Chinatown or us international students, they are the same, as long as we are Chinese.

In fact, it is not the first time our association has been made like this today. They are just trying to further bully us. Even the mutual aid association cannot help, so they still talk about mutual aid. Huang Yi said helplessly, and both students next to him lowered their heads.

Then don’t you call the police? Their behavior should have been classified as a crime. Although I don’t think there will be a country with complete freedom, equality and rule of law in the world, at least the United States is proclaiming this. The police don’t care about this. Zhou Ming asked.

Hearing Zhou Ming's question, Huang Yi immediately smiled bitterly, and the two young students next to him immediately said indignantly: What a bullshit policeman, he is a robber who is a bird of a feather.

Huang Yi told Zhou Ming: In fact, this happened when our association had the word aid. At that time, the association's location was still at the Harvard campus center. At that time, the founder of the association was still relatively influential on the Harvard campus. At that time, the first violent incident occurred, and the first chairman of the association chose to call the police.

But the result is that our association was forced to cancel the word aid, and there are more and more violent incidents against the association. In the past, there were many international students fighting together, but now there are only three of us left. The association has moved from the initial campus center to this completely marginal area. The school asked us to move, because we interfered with the normal order on the campus.

Huang Yi smiled helplessly: This reason is really irrefutable. It’s a pity that you can be convicted of racial discrimination if you scold a nigger, but it doesn’t matter how you scold the Chinese, as if our status here is worse than that of black people.

Listening to Huang Yi's narration, Zhou Ming felt very heavy and depressed. Zhou Ming never thought he was an angry young man. In fact, he was a young man in his fifties for two lives, so he could not get angry. But when Zhou Ming heard all what Huang Yi said and saw the tragic situation of the Brighton Chinese Students Association, he still felt an irresistible anger in his heart.

Zhou Ming actually understood very well that Huang Yi said so simply, but in fact there are still many things he could not imagine. For example, when he was called the Mutual Aid Association, he was forced to change his name by calling the police. There must be a very humiliating and helpless story here.

So later, the violent incidents became more and more rampant and lawless, and the association could only move out step by step helplessly, and finally arrived at this place that almost bordered the factory. Even if all Chinese students joined, they would not dare to come to the association.

The status is worse than that of a black man. Zhou Ming knew that Huang Yi said this not really compared to status. He was more of a helpless person to surrender.

Zhou Ming thought of what he was about to say when he heard a shout from outside: Hey, my yellow bitches, get out soon
Chapter completed!