Tamamo went to the dean.

She told the dean what the classmates said: "We don't drink, just watch the song and dance, and experience..."

The dean frowned: "This is against the rules."

Si Yuzao smiled and said, "Dean, you know that the combination of work and rest will make the students' grades better. I have a solution, do you think it will work?"

The dean actually wanted to give back a favor to Si Yuzao, so he was waiting for Si Yuzao to come up with an excuse for success, at least through her mouth.

"...Recently, the customs office has been very nervous, and the goods entering and leaving are very strict. There must be something tricky. Our school organized a small-scale campaign, shouted a few slogans at the gate of the customs office, and took a few photos.

If someone asked what the first-year students were doing, the school could answer that it was a regular activity; if someone took a photo of us entering the dance hall, the school would say that it was a framed accusation by the customs yamen, and we were just passing by and did not enter. "Si Yuzao said.

The public tends to have more trust in students.

At least when the government confronts students, the public will believe the word "persecution".

Therefore, even if a photo is published in the newspaper, the school has a rhetoric.

Of course this is the worst case.

More often than not, St. Paul's Medical School was a small school, and the public and the press didn't care what the students did.

Only big figures or students from prestigious schools will attract attention.

"The school agreed to organize a protest," the dean said.

He smiled and looked at Si Yuzao, his voice lowered slightly, "The activity should not exceed eleven o'clock, and pay attention to safety when entering and leaving."

Si Yuzao said, "Thank you."

Although the overnight plan was canceled, it was better than nothing.

She gave Zhang Xinmei the activity approval form given by the dean.

Zhang Xinmei suddenly had an idea.

Holding the form, he smiled and said, "I will choose a dance hall for you that is closer to the customs office, and make sure that no one will take pictures when you enter and exit, and the nearby street is safe."

Si Yuzao said, "Uncle, do you want to thank me?"

"I wasted a night of business, and I want to thank you?" Zhang Xinmei tapped her on the head, "Little niece, don't be too aggressive."

Si Yuzao told the news to his classmates.

There are dozens of people in a class. Naturally, some people are unhappy, and some people are unruly.

The student union soon found out.

Du Xishang remained calm, but only instructed people: "Follow them secretly, and remember to take pictures of the evidence."

The activity of dozens of students was not small. They shouted slogans and went to the gate of the customs yamen, claiming that the customs yamen was blocking trade.

The people from the Customs Yamen came out and coaxed them for a while and said a lot of good things before they got these little ancestors away.

Zhang Xinmei's car stopped not far away, the corners of her lips moved slightly.

Soon, the students turned to another street and entered the dance hall arranged by Zhang Xinmei.

Except that there are no guests and no spirits are provided in the dance hall, the rest is the same as usual, especially when the Indian dancers show their slender waists, the eyes of the students who have never seen the world are straight.

In addition to drinks, Zhang Xinmei also specially asked the dance hall to prepare snacks.

From 7:00 pm to 10:00 pm, the three hours of singing and dancing gave the students a great deal of insight, and they were all red when they went out.

Du Xi is waiting for news.

Unexpectedly, the person he sent over called him: "Master, I'm in the patrol room now..."

Du Xi was surprised.

Zhang Xinmei has long said that no photos will be circulated on this street unless he asks someone to take them.

The servants of the Du family were clumsy, and as soon as they appeared, they were arrested by Zhang Xinmei and sent directly to the French patrol room.

After the students had a good time, they dispersed.

No one took the initiative to mention this to the people in the federation. First, Si Yuzao is a member of the federation, and it is easy to reveal the bottom of her small reports. Second, her family has amazing financial resources, and she looks very good in Shanghai. The way, the classmates betrayed her, I am afraid it is more difficult to get along than the people who offend the federation.

Besides, Si Yuzao was almost covering them, she was very protective and reassured her classmates.

There was a lot of trouble, and many people asked about it, but nothing was done. The students went out that night with the written approval of the school.

Si Yuzao thanked Zhang Xinmei very much.

As a result, Zhang Xinmei personally came to pick her up from school the next day, and he no longer disliked Si Yuzao at once, and became much more enthusiastic.

"Uncle invited you to dinner." Zhang Xinmei smiled.

Si Yuzao smiled and said, "Have you got what you want?"

"Well." Zhang Xinmei said.

Si Yuzao suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

A few days later, the newspapers published photos of the Customs Yamen warehouse, all of which were donated by overseas Chinese and were seized by the government.

After the newspapers were published, the people were in an uproar.

Zhang Xinmei secretly organized students and workers to protest again, and after a certain scale was formed, the supplies finally went out of the customs and shipped out of Shanghai.

That day, Zhang Xinmei deliberately went to the train station and sat for a long time.

Si Yuzao also accompanied him.

"Uncle Zhang, will you be very happy when you see such a victory?" Si Yuzao asked him suddenly.

Zhang Xinmei smiled and said nothing.

Si Yuzao asked again: "However, these honors have nothing to do with you at all. When others talk about you, they still think you are a wine bag and rice bag. Will you feel wronged?"

"No." Zhang Xinmei said, "Faith is the power of the heart, and does not require any medals."

Si Yuzao moved in his heart.

She turned her face slightly and looked at Zhang Xinmei.

Zhang Xinmei is as tall as Si Yuzao's father, with an open chest and flat shoulders. He has very thick hair, a little long, that occasionally falls down to cover his eyes—his cynical eyes with a shrewdness.

Such shrewdness, with the support of faith, is so wise.

The man Si Yuzao admired the most was her father, and she also thought about finding a man like his father in the future, and Zhang Xinmei was undoubtedly the most similar.

His figure and appearance, his character and temper, and even when he laughed wickedly, were a bit like her Abba.

"Uncle Zhang, what can I do with you? I can do it too." Si Yuzao suddenly said.

At this moment, she wanted to get closer to him.

She wanted to share his joy and ease his pain. Celebrate with him when you're happy, hug him when you're sad, and comfort each other.

Zhang Xinmei turned back and glanced at her.

He didn't refuse or ridicule, but looked at her quietly for a while: "Yuzao, is General Deng Gao familiar with your family?"

Deng Gao was Si Xingpei's adjutant in the past, but now he has become a division commander. After Yan Xinnong's retirement, he is the highest commander of the Si family's force.

"Well, very familiar." Yuzao said.

"Your grandfather is Yan Xinnong. He used to be in the military, right?" Zhang Xinmei asked again.

Si Yuzao nodded.

"...You said you wanted to follow me, but when the guns are open in the future, they will be aimed at your grandfather, your uncle Deng, and your grandfather, your father's other cronies, you can shoot Do you want to go?" Zhang Xinmei asked.

Si Yuzao froze involuntarily. Zhang Xinmei touched her head: "Study hard, silly child!"