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Volume 1 Chapter 166 166 Riot

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    After class in the afternoon at the University of Malaya, the divisions are as clear as this society. On one side are the brown-skinned Malays, who are in small groups, either laughing or making loud noises, while on the other side are the reserved people.  There are many Chinese people, and they appear to be much quieter, but they are also full of vitality.  [. first release]

    Lin Xuehong is a member of the Chinese team. He was born in Perak, and his father is a local councillor. He is considered to have a superior background.  But even an "upper-class kid" like him is still a second-class citizen in Malaysia.  When he was admitted to the University of Malaya, his grades were way behind many of his Malay classmates. However, due to the quota system, most of the places were reserved for his Malay classmates whose grades were far inferior to his.  He was in the engineering department, but was assigned to the architecture department.

    Even so, Lin Xuehong is used to it.  He and his Chinese friends sometimes said in a spirit of victory: "Malays are stupid, let them be a little bit less." But the unhappiness in their hearts still lingered there.

    "Hongzi, Bao's family bought a home computer made in China. It is said that there are many games on it. Let's play together!" The classmate enthusiastically invited him.

    Lin Xuehong, who has just grown up, is still childish. Things like computer games are still very attractive to him, but he has other things to do. He said: "Is there a computer made in China? I will definitely go and take a look if I have the chance. But  I¡¯ll go to Uncle Liang¡¯s place next time.¡±

    After waving goodbye to several classmates, Lin Xuehong walked along a not-so-wide street with her schoolbag on her back, thinking about Po's Chinese-made computer.  There is no doubt that as a college student, he understands what a computer is, but it was difficult to associate such a high-tech product with the word China before.  Lin Xuehong has a very vague concept of China. He knows that it is the place where his ancestors came from. There are hundreds of millions of Chinese people of the same race as him. They speak Chinese and write square characters and share the same culture.

    When I was a child, I always felt that there were heroes everywhere in China, such as Huo Yuanjia and Chen Zhen, national heroes who were brave and unyielding in chaos.  When you grow older, your impression may be that all Chinese people should look like Sun Yat-sen, or at least wear Mao suits.  Later, when he was older, he learned that it was a place ruled by a dictatorship, but he knew nothing about how people lived.

    In the past few years, Malaysia has been cracking down on the Communist Party of Malaya everywhere, so Lin Xuehong generally feels that p is not a particularly good existence.  But Lin Xuehong also has another hobby, that is, he has been a military fan since he was a child.

    There are different scenes on both sides of the messy and damp street. Even the shops opposite are selling snacks. On one side are Malay food stalls. The people inside are all Malays. There are very few women. If they are, they are tightly wrapped.  Strictly.  On the other side is a Chinese food stall. The aroma of the snacks spreads farther, probably related to Chinese cooking, and the people sitting there are also Chinese.  The diners on both sides are probably similar in that they are all wearing sandals, slippers or bare feet.

    I don¡¯t know why, but today I always felt that the Malays sitting on the other side looked at the Chinese shops across the road and looked at them unkindly.  Lin Xuehong didn't think much about it because he thought it was quite rare for Malays to be friendly to Chinese.

    Walking past here is his destination. A middle-aged man named Uncle Liang has been selling books and newspapers on this street corner since Lin Xuehong can remember. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he sells Chinese newspapers and periodicals, and most of the people who come here are also  It's Chinese.  There are also some very interesting comic books and comic books sold here, most of which are from Hong Kong.

    Lin Xuehong said hello to Uncle Liang. Uncle Liang smiled slightly at him, pointed to a pile of magazines on the bamboo strip stall and said, "There are new things, but they are all in foreign languages ??and I can't understand them."

    In Malaysia, many older people like Uncle Liang, who have higher social status, may speak several dialects such as Cantonese, Hokkien, and Hakka, but they cannot speak English or Malay.  Lin Xuehong himself is fluent in Malay, and English is also used in school.

    These are military magazines and albums in English. There are not many such things in this era, let alone timeliness.  However, Lin Xuehong still found a thick book among the pile of magazines like a treasure (this thing does not exist, Bai Lian made it up himself).  The cover of this magazine is a majestic and charming destroyer painted in snow white. The slender streamlined hull looks much simpler and brighter than the warships of this era with messy superstructures.  What is even more eye-catching is the five-star red flag hanging on the top of the mast.

    The footnote reads in English: "esetpe052astealtdestorer" (China 052a stealth destroyer)

    Lin Xuehong was deeply attracted by this beautiful and powerful-looking battleship. He opened the magazine and saw the content dedicated to introducing this destroyer. The subtitle was: "Artemis holding a long bow, firm and elegant."  "Sea Dancer" (Artemis is the goddess of the moon and hunting in Greek mythology, ahem, words.?This is the prototype of the night elves¡¯ faith)

    This was not the first time he had seen a picture of this destroyer, but this time it was the one with the most and clearest angles. This magazine was very expensive, which made him, a Chinese student with only one-tenth of the scholarship of his Malay classmates, feel strapped for money.  .  But he gritted his teeth and decided to buy the magazine.

    Because this magazine not only contains this moon goddess-like destroyer, but also the Chinese frigate with the same paint job as it, and it is said that the magical AIP submarine that severely damaged the US aircraft carrier and several destroyer frigates from various countries.  Lin Xuehong was very fascinated by these naval equipment, especially since they came from a country that was also Chinese like himself. That kind of closeness was something he had never experienced before.

    "People who can build such beautiful battleships shouldn't be bad people, right?" Lin Xuehong thought in his heart.

    After handing over the money, Uncle Liang grabbed Lin Xuehong¡¯s arm and told him with a twinkling expression: ¡°Go back to the dormitory early today. The atmosphere is not very peaceful. The Malay monkeys looked at us wrong today.¡±

    "What's going on, Uncle Liang?" Lin Xuehong asked in confusion.

    Uncle Liang took off a piece of today's evening newspaper from the window, handed it to Lin Xuehong and said: "Idiot Malay monkeys have caused trouble themselves. They wanted to seize islands and reefs in the South China Sea that had no people and no land to plant them. As a result,  The communist Chinese people in the north took a fancy to it first. They tried to occupy it, but were driven back. Such a big navy didn't even have the guts to fire a gun, so he came back in despair, and was stabbed by others.  The newspaper has it. Although this matter has nothing to do with us, the Malay monkeys don't distinguish between us MCAs and Chinese people. If something happens, I will have to close down early today. Be careful.  It¡¯s never wrong.¡±

    Lin Xuehong has received a higher education, so he has naturally heard about the oil-rich coast of the South China Sea and knows its economic value.  When he heard that China had seized offshore islands and reefs and blocked the Royal Malaysian Navy, he instinctively felt a little angry. Those waters should be Malaysian waters, and whether it was fisheries or oil, they should belong to Malaysians.

    But when he turned around and thought about it, he felt that even if those fish catches and oil were from Malaysia, what did they have to do with him?  Will the Malaysian government allow the Chinese to get these benefits?  If it is really a big oil field there, the Malays must be the ones who benefit the most according to the quota system.  They have received more benefits and the economic situation has improved. Will they oppress the Chinese in Malaysia even more in the future?

    Lin Xuehong had many thoughts running through his mind for a while. He didn't know the nine-dash line or the history of the map's creation of territory. He only knew that this sea area was 100 kilometers away from China and less than 100 kilometers away from the coast of East Malaysia. No matter how he looked at it, it should be  Belongs to Malaysia.  But when I look back and think about it, I feel happy to see my fellow Chinese bullying the usually arrogant Malays.

    "It's really complicated emotions." Lin Xuehong sighed himself. He felt that these were all major national political matters and had nothing to do with ordinary people like them.  This is also a characteristic shared by ordinary Malaysian Chinese. They lack concern for politics and like to study and do business, but few engage in politics.

    Even though Lin Xuehong¡¯s father is a local councilor in Perak, the young politician still kept telling his son to study hard and go to Singapore, Hong Kong, or Taiwan in the future, but not to stay in Malaysia.

    Remembering Uncle Liang¡¯s advice, Lin Xuehong packed a bag of cherished magazines and quickly left the crowded streets.  It was just that he had walked no more than three or four hundred meters when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from far behind.

    He subconsciously looked back and found that a group of Malays who had gathered at some point, holding sticks, bricks, and even weapons such as axes and machetes, crossed the line and rushed towards the Chinese shop.

    Lin Xuehong was immediately shocked. In the chaos, he saw Uncle Liang who was closing the stall being kicked down by two Malays. A skinny guy took a gold ring from his hand. Uncle Liang wanted to take it back.  , but was hit on the head severely with a wooden stick by another person, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

    Lin Xuehong was still young on May 13th and had no idea about those things.  However, family members and friends always take the trouble to describe to the children how bloody and horrific the riots were. Whose relatives were hacked to death by Malays, shot to death by police, or were arrested and jailed?  Tortured to death.  So children have a natural fear of words like riots and riots.

    Lin Xuehong, a young man who was usually very independent and courageous, was actually stunned at this moment, unable to move.

    "Lin, what are you doing? Hide quickly!" A clear English female voice woke up the Chinese teenager. When he looked back, it was Azili, a Malay female classmate who was a head shorter than him.

    This is usually very differentAt this time, the Muslim girl put a thick gauze cloth on Lin Xuehong's head and quickly pulled him to her home on the roadside.

    ¡°Mom, there are thugs everywhere outside, let my classmates hide for a while!¡± .
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