At around seven o'clock in the morning, Liu Yunyi opened the door of the Overseas Chinese Association. As usual, he first lit the coal stove, boiled a few pots of boiling water and filled it. Then he made himself a cup of tea and put it on his simple desk. A cigarette, browsing the newspapers I just bought today amidst the steam and smoke.
After a while, Liu Yunyi's brows furrowed. After reading the newspaper for so long, he didn't know what he was reading. In irritation, he threw the newspaper on the table and continued to smoke.
Today, key members of the Overseas Chinese Association came from all over New York to meet again to discuss the purchase of P26 fighter jets.
At present, there is still a long way to go to raise the arrears, and the deadline given by Boeing, the manufacturer of the P26 fighter jets, is approaching. If the National Government cannot come up with the money to purchase the fighter jets, the contract for these 11 P26 fighter jets will automatically Invalid, many countries want to buy these fighters.
After a while, more than a dozen key members of the association arrived one after another. At eight o'clock, Qin Youfu and his niece Shu Qin also arrived.
Everyone sat around the long table in the yard, with worries on their faces. If these 11 fighter jets landed in other countries, it would have a great impact on the cohesion of overseas Chinese.
The domestic people and the Air Force are eagerly waiting for these 11 fighter jets to return to China to strengthen the Air Force. If the fighter jets are bought by other countries, this will have a huge impact on the confidence of the domestic anti-Japanese military and civilians.
The meeting hasn't started yet, everyone is chatting about recent events.
A few days ago, the patriotic overseas Chinese was murdered, which more or less left some shadows in the hearts of Chinese people in the United States. Although they knew that this incident was most likely done by the Japanese, everyone was helpless!
At this time, the Nationalist government was weak and had no diplomatic say. The citizens could only be bullied outside.
This feeling is very frustrating!
It’s so frustrating!
After a while, most of the overseas Chinese living around New York and far away from here gradually arrived. At nine o'clock today, the meeting will start on time.
At this time, there were still a few minutes before the meeting started, and there were still a few members who had not arrived. Maybe they were unable to come because they had something to do at home.
Dozens of overseas Chinese from nearby came one after another. They are regular visitors here and often donate money to the country. Some were standing, while others were squatting and leaning against the wall. Their expressions were solemn. They all knew about the P26 fighter jets.
"There are still two members who are not here. Maybe they have something to do at home and can't get away. We won't wait for them."
Vice President Liu Yunyi put out his cigarette butt, stood up and said.
"I'll get right to the point. I'm inviting you here today, and it's still about the purchase of P26 fighter jets.
We currently have a lot of money left to purchase fighter jets, and the deadline given by Boeing is about to expire. By then, the fighter jets will be bought by other countries, so..."
Suddenly, an overseas Chinese who was sorting things out at the front door walked quickly and came to Liu Yunyi's side, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
Liu Yunyi said: "What's the matter?"
The overseas Chinese said: "Vice President Liu, there is a half-year-old child outside the door who wants to see you and says that he has something he wants to hand over to you." After saying that, he pursed his lips towards the gate.
"oh?"
Liu Yunyi and everyone looked at the gate, and saw a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a small box in his arms, looking at everyone with a timid and shy face.
"Child, are you looking for me?"
Liu Yunyi asked warmly.
"Is it Uncle Liu Yunyi?"
The boy's voice was also shy.
"Yes, it's me!"
Liu Yunyi looked at the box in the boy's arms and said.
The boy said: "Just now, a big brother asked me to hand over this box to you. He said, don't worry, there are things you need here, Uncle Liu."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yunyi immediately stepped forward and took the box. No matter whether there was any danger in the box, he could not let the child hold it.
"What does the big brother who gave you the box look like?" Shu Qin stepped forward and touched the boy's head, asking softly.
The boy said: "The eldest brother was wearing a big hat, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly. He gave me five yuan and asked me to deliver this box. He said don't worry, the box is safe."
Shu Qin sent the boy out, looked around but didn't see anyone suspicious, and then returned to the yard.
Liu Yunyi held the box and weighed it. It was quite heavy. He used the fire tongs used to hold briquettes to remove the top layer of sealing paper and opened the box. Suddenly a golden light flashed in the yard.
In the box, there were actually dozens of gold bars.
"It's a gold bar!" Liu Yunyi said in surprise, "There is also a piece of paper in the box!" He said and picked up the paper with trembling hands. There was writing on the paper:
Here are 20 gold bars, presented to the Overseas Chinese Association to help purchase P26 fighter jets!
The money is clean!
The signature is donated by Fan Wenbin, a patriotic youth and Communist Party member.
"Fan Wenbin, a member of the Communist Party?"
Liu Yunyi took the note and said, "Does anyone know this young man named Fan Wenbin?"
Everyone shook their heads. No one had heard of the name Fan Wenbin, and there was no such name among the patriotic Chinese and overseas Chinese members.
Liu Yunyi handed the note to Qin Youfu. He looked at the gold bars in the box and said happily: "This is good, this is good."
Shu Qin came close to her uncle and looked at the handwriting on the note. She suddenly felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.
Everyone took turns to look at the writing on the note, and the gloom on their faces was wiped away. With these 20 gold bars, the money to buy the fighter jets was almost the same.
Everyone is talking about the fact that this patriotic Communist Party member Fan Wenbin showed his tail but not his head. He donated such a huge amount of gold but did not show his face. This silent patriotism is touching.
At this moment, a voice sounded at the gate: "Excuse me, who is Uncle Liu Yunyi!"
Everyone turned around, and there were two Chinese boys of twelve or thirteen years old standing at the gate of Jianmen Gate. The two of them were carrying a small box on a wooden stick, looking at everyone eagerly.
Liu Yunyi's excited lips trembled a little. He calmed down his inner excitement: "I, I am Liu Yunyi, children, what do you want from me?"
A boy said: "A big brother just asked us to give this box to you, saying here is what you need?"
Liu Yunyi and others quickly stepped forward and took the box carried by the two boys. Quite heavy.
Shu Qin stepped forward and took the boy's hand: "Little brother, the big brother who asked you to deliver this box, what does he look like? Can you still remember it?"
"That big brother was wearing a big hat. I couldn't see his face clearly. He gave us ten dollars and asked us to bring this thing to you." With that said, the two boys turned and ran out.
Shu Qin knew that even if he went out, he would not be able to see the big brother the two boys mentioned. If he wanted to show up, he would have appeared long ago.
Liu Yunyi and others put the box on the table and opened it.
gold!
There is gold in the box again, and it is much more than the gold the first boy sent just now.
The gold also has a note on it.
Liu Yunyi was so excited that he almost cried. With this gold, the missing parts of the P26 fighter jet can be paid off, and some parts for the later maintenance of the fighter jet can also be purchased.
With trembling hands, he held up the note and read in an excited voice:
“Here are 20 kilograms of gold, presented to the Overseas Chinese Association, to help purchase P26 fighter jets!
The money is clean!
Signed, donated by patriotic youth and Communist Party member Fan Wenbin. "
It's Fan Wenbin again.
Everyone was pleasantly surprised again. This Fan Wenbin was also a member of the Communist Party, which made people even more admirable.
Shu Qin took the note from Liu Yunyi's hand. The handwriting was exactly the same as before. It was written by the same person. It looked familiar to her, but she remembered where she had seen it before.
Just when everyone was surprised and happy, and everyone was guessing who this Communist Party member Fan Wenbin was, another crisp voice sounded at the door.
It's English.
"Excuse me, who is Uncle Liu Yunyi?"
Everyone turned their heads quickly.
Standing at the door was a seven or eight-year-old American girl with blue eyes and yellow hair who was very cute. She was holding a letter in her hand.
