50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 606 Carnival Celebration
In fact, the significance of the DF5's debut goes far beyond that; it is not just a spear, but also a shield.

Why did we invest most of our manpower, material resources, and financial resources in the Third Front construction projects, which yielded absolutely no returns?

Why dig air-raid shelters all over the country? Why not focus on development along the coast? Because without addressing the deadly threat, everything is just castles in the air.

Even with the significant opening up in recent years, the process has been cautious, proceeding with careful consideration of every step taken.

Over the years, we have repeatedly said that we should focus on economic development, but in practice, we still cannot fully implement it, simply because we lack a sense of absolute security.

It's easy to say that everything should revolve around economic development, but no one can bear the consequences of neglecting defense.

Most people can only see what's in front of them; a small number can see three to five years into the future; and given the current situation, very few can see ten, twenty, or even more years into the future.

With the protection of DF5, the worst-case scenario is no longer possible. Even if there are threats in the future, they will be conventional threats that cannot shake the foundation.

From today onwards, the nation's thinking will be unified, allowing us to concentrate all our efforts and truly make bold strides toward 'money'.

The sayings "time is money" and "everything is about making money" have only emerged in the last few years.

As the colossal machine gradually disappeared into the distance, all Chinese people were filled with heartfelt joy and a sense of security.

At this moment of national jubilation, a carnival involving 150 million people began.

A map formation composed of 1847 Tsinghua University students marched in from afar, and this solemn moment was permanently etched into the annals of history.

Decades later, when they reunited, the photograph was made into a precious, permanent commemorative porcelain plaque.

A jubilant procession of 18,000 people marched through the square.

As the students participating in the parade marched past the reviewing stand, holding up a banner that read "Hello, Xiaoping," cheers erupted from both the viewing platform and the crowd.

Today was a global satellite broadcast, and the whole world saw the famous slogan "Hello, Xiaoping" through the television cameras.

These four simple words are like a greeting to family and friends, full of the people's sincere and profound feelings and full affirmation of the achievements made in recent years.

The people's feelings are simple, their love and respect are sincere, and all they ask for is daily necessities.

All of this stems from the significant improvement in people's living standards in recent years. It reminded Sun Zhiwei of the smiles on the faces of the young couple he saw on the street a few days ago, who had just bought a new sofa.

The party went on until very late. Sun Zhiwei got so hungry that he turned around and went home early.

After arriving home and removing his disguise and changing out of his pajamas, he discovered that Yang Guihua had already reheated the food several times.

He quickly devoured the food, and after eating and drinking his fill, he lay down on the deck chair in the yard, too tired to move.

I stood on the city wall all day today, and my legs are about to break.

There were seats for resting in the small hall of the city gate tower, but there were so many people at the time, and he didn't want to compete with the elderly people in their seventies and eighties for seats, so he simply stayed there until he got home.

Not long after he lay down, the fireworks show in the distant square began, with seven-colored fireworks shooting straight into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky of the capital with vibrant colors.

A cool breeze was blowing, and the seven-mile jasmine climbing the wall in the distance was in full bloom. Sun Zhiwei fell asleep peacefully in this tranquil setting.

Midway through his sleep, he sensed someone approaching. Without opening his eyes, he quietly opened the spatial dimension. He then discovered that it was Yang Guihua who had come over with a small blanket and covered his stomach.

Just after he drifted off to sleep again, he didn't know how much time had passed when a commotion arose outside, and the voices of many people gradually drew closer.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was already dawn. A group of people rushed into the courtyard from outside, chattering away. Leading them was his daughter, Sun Hongying.

Upon seeing Sun Zhiwei, the girl rushed over, shouting, "Dad, do you know how to develop photos?"

Behind her were her colleagues and friends who had participated in the march together. There were both men and women among them. When they saw Sun Zhiwei, they all greeted him.

"Hello, Uncle." "Hello, Commander." "Hello, Director Sun."

He knew some of the people in the large group, and he didn't know others.

However, most of them should know Sun Zhiwei, otherwise no one would call him 'Director'.

This director position was his post in the diplomatic building. Because he rarely worked in the building, not many people knew about it.

"Alright, alright, everyone. The parade ended last night, why are you only coming back now?"

“My dear father, you’re really talking without understanding the situation. Others can walk, but can we?”

"Shouldn't we clean up the trash all over the ground? Shouldn't we retrieve the shoes that were trampled off in the Jinshui River? Shouldn't we take the lost children to the police station?"

Sun Zhiwei glared at his quick-witted daughter with a disapproving look, then gave her a fierce look before addressing the crowd:
“You are all Hongying’s friends. Since you’re here, don’t rush to leave. You’ve worked hard for a day and a night, so have breakfast at home before going back to rest.”

When Sun Zhiwei is with his family, they don't seem to mind. In fact, he's a little afraid of strangers getting close to him.

Given his experience, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's ruthless and cold-blooded. While ordinary people might not understand why he exudes such an aura, they can still sense it.

Some people wanted to refuse his request, but when they saw Sun Zhiwei's eyes, they didn't dare to say it.

Sun Zhiwei knew this too, so after instructing Yang Guihua to prepare more breakfast, he prepared to return to the bedroom, leaving the space to the younger people.

But before he could take more than a few steps, his arm was grabbed: "Dad, you still haven't said whether you can develop photos, develop photos."

"Why do you need me to develop your photos? There are photo studios out there, just pay to get them developed."

"Oh dear, you have no idea how many people took so many photos yesterday. If you go to a photo studio, you'll have to wait until next month at least."

How many photos did you take?

"Dad, I knew you could develop photos." Sun Hongying understood the implication; upon hearing this question, she knew that Sun Zhiwei had agreed to help her develop the photos.

"Not much, only 4 rolls of film were used. One print is enough for the event photos, and one print for each person for the group photos."

Sun Zhiwei almost couldn't resist giving her a flick on the forehead: "There must be hundreds of these. Do you want to work your old man to death?"

"Hehe, the capable should do more work, the capable should do more work." Looking at his grinning daughter, Sun Zhiwei helplessly poked her head a few times with his finger.

(End of this chapter)