"What a pity, Mr. Consul General, Americans have never regarded us Chinese as true friends!"
When Meng Shaoyuan said this, Bonanou was startled: "Meng, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Do you really need me to say it?" Meng Shaoyuan said lightly: "China has been fighting hard to protect our country. It is not an exaggeration to say that we are protecting justice and peace in the world.
China is very poor and there is a gap in strength between China and Japan. So we need support from outside. From the very beginning of the war, the Soviet Union gave us tremendous help, and then came the United States.
Regarding the United States, you say, how should we thank you? Putting Europe first, putting Europe first and then Asia, is this your national policy, right? "
Bonanou nodded.
This was something he couldn't deny.
Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "The U.S. government was afraid that China could not withstand the pressure and lose the victory in the war, so it gave China the first aid, which was a tung oil loan. While China received a loan of US$25 million, it exported 220,000 barrels of tung oil to the United States. Last year, the Chinese government used tin mines and tungsten sand as guarantees and obtained loans totaling US$45 million.
Every time the United States borrows money, the Nationalist government provides a guarantee. However, European countries do not have any restrictions in this regard. Is this what my friends do?
Our country is very poor and urgently needs support from all countries. Let me do some math for you. From last year to this year, the United States provided $999 million in aid to the United Kingdom. What about China?
friend? Can this still be considered a friend? Mr. Consul General, I don't want to offend you, but don't you think this is a joke? "
Bonanou was a little embarrassed.
This information is very accurate, and there are no errors in the numbers.
But he really didn't know how to answer.
"I know you can't make the decision, Mr. Consul General." Meng Shaoyuan sighed softly: "However, I hope you can propose our proposal to President Roosevelt and inform the Chinese people of their true thoughts.
We will fight until the last soldier and never surrender, with or without aid. Chinese people are not beggars, and we will never be beggars. We are fighting for the freedom and independence of our own nation!
If we ultimately lose this war, it will not only be the tragedy of a country, but also the failure of the world's anti-Fascist war! The situation in the Far East will completely change as a result!
Please the United States, please President Roosevelt, please take a good look at how many Japanese troops we have contained. What if all these Japanese troops can be committed to fighting the United States? "
Bonanou said nothing, not a word. He listened carefully to Meng Shaoyuan's words:
"It's not just as simple as allocating troops, but the materials of the entire China. You can completely imagine that China, which has lost the war, will be forced by Japan to use all China's manpower and material resources to join the war. What would it be like in an American war?
Aid to China is not just helping you, it is also helping the United States. We will continue to fight here. No matter how much aid you give us, whether there is aid or not, this is our own war. However, it is time for the United States to make a decision! "
His words were finished.
It was rare for him to speak so seriously, but this time he did so.
Not for myself, but for this country.
Bonanno took out his cigar, turned it around for a while, and then said: "Meng, I will tell President Roosevelt exactly what you said. I don't know what decision the President and Congress will make." , but what I can promise is that I will do my best to tell everyone what happened in China.
I will also do my best to use my own influence and my friends in the political and business circles to ensure increased aid to China. This is not an official response, this is a commitment between friends. This is my respect for China's persistence in the war of resistance until now. "
"Thank you, Mr. Consul General." Meng Shaoyuan smiled slightly: "I believe you because of the trust of my friends."
Bonanou is really prepared to do what he promised.
Meng Shaoyuan is right. Once China loses the victory in this war, it will definitely be a failure for the whole world.
The United States cannot bear it, and neither can the whole world.
"Ah, by the way, Meng." Bonanou suddenly remembered something: "I have brought all the things you asked me to bring to the United States last time, and Ms. Peng Bilan signed for them personally."
Meng Shaoyuan nodded.
That's my baby.
He actually didn't care about any of this.
Whether it is the American Consul General or the Soviet Consul General, they are all part of their overall plan.
He blinked: "Mr. Consul General, I have a personal matter to ask of you, can you?"
"Please say."
"I need a visa, a visa from the U.S. Consulate." Meng Shaoyuan stated his purpose: "This visa is slightly different from the visas you usually issue."
"What exactly?"
"This visa can give the holder greater rights. For example, he can go to many places without being questioned. For example, he will have more privileges in the United States or places with American interests."
Meng Shaoyuan said unhurriedly: "But I can guarantee that people holding this visa will not do anything that harms the interests of the United States."
"I think what you're talking about may go beyond the scope of the visa, but?" Bonanou thought for a moment: "It's like the special pass you issued."
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean." Meng Shaoyuan admitted frankly.
Bonanou smiled: "It seems that there is no such precedent here, but I will try it. Ah, this visa, no, who is the name on the special pass?"
"Can you leave the name field blank for me?"
"No, that won't work."
Bonanou flatly refused this time.
Meng Shaoyuan stopped talking, as if he was making a difficult choice.
After a long, long time, he said: "This is a secret, a secret that I have kept for a long time. But, I have to tell you now, because I need this visa. His surname is Tian, and his name is Tian Qi!"
Tian Qi?
Bonanu suddenly thought of something: "Is this Tianqi you are talking about the same Tianqi?"
"Yes, it's him." Meng Shaoyuan's voice became a little deeper: "Maybe he will use another name. Can you keep this secret for me?"
"Tian Qi? On the visa, he won't be called Tian Qi, right, Mr. Meng?"
Meng Shaoyuan smiled, he smiled very happily.
