Mr. Du is the president of the Magic City General Chamber of Commerce and has a distinguished status.
Xiang Jie was assassinated by Japanese soldiers, and by chance, Xiang Jie rescued him, and his career skyrocketed.
He hated the Japanese very much, and even though the Japanese high-ranking officials invited him with generous salaries, he remained unmoved.
In his original words: "A man born and raised here is worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of his parents, and even more worthy of his own heart! It will never be possible for me to be a traitor!"
The Japanese also hate him very much, but he has huge power in Shanghai and has intricate connections. If you want to touch him, you have to think about the consequences.
There is no other way but to use dirty tricks. Over the past few years, Mr. Du has been assassinated countless times.
Maybe God will bless you, or maybe you are lucky and have great destiny, and there will be danger every time.
Xiangcang sarcastically said: "Humph, you also know that Mr. Du doesn't want to see you, why don't you rein in the situation? It's too late to turn back now!"
Xiang Jie shook his head, his eyes firm and profound: "You can't go back, so hurry up and do your work. You must raise food in three days. I will be of great use!"
After going to the warehouse, Xiang Jie sat in the office and lowered his head to think, thinking about the present and the future.
Unconsciously, the sky darkened.
He walked to the street, the lights were on, the neon lights were shining brightly, and the billboards were colorful.
Teams of Japanese soldiers, armed to the teeth, patrolled the streets and snatched away anything they liked. If anyone dared to ask for money, they would be beaten severely.
People setting up stalls appeared one after another on the street, with sad faces. If it were not to support their families, they might not risk their lives to set up stalls.
The war had just ended, and many streets were still in ruins, and the charred houses gave off a wooden smell.
Xiang Jie looked at everything in front of him, feeling extremely heartbroken. This great city was full of sad people.
He hated the invaders and traitors even more in his heart.
His eyes were firm again, with a fiery light shining in his eyes.
Without thinking any more, he called a rickshaw and came to Sihang Warehouse.
In stark contrast to the concession, the other side of the river was dark and quiet, with only the dim light coming from the windows.
The walls of the warehouse are full of bullet marks, which shows how fierce fighting has taken place here in the past few days.
Xiang Jie was dressed as a scholar, wearing a black scarf and a camera on his chest.
He walked up to a few reporters and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, are you reporters from the Shanghai Daily?"
"Yes, we will go to Sihang Warehouse for interviews soon. Are you a reporter too?"
Xiang Jie stretched out his hand, shook it with the speaker, and introduced himself.
"My name is Liming, a reporter from Yubao. Nice to meet you!"
This is the temporary name Xiang Jie thought of for himself. The country of China is now in darkness, and he hopes that dawn will come as soon as possible.
"My name is Dong Fei, nice to meet you." Dong Fei smiled and said meaningfully: "Your name is not bad!"
Then, let Xiangjie introduce other people.
"They are all my colleagues, and there is also Ms. Dolly Otilia, who was invited to interview!"
"You also know that we need international support!"
Xiang Jie nodded and greeted them one by one. When he looked at Dolly Otilia, he was stunned.
He has slightly curly blond hair that reaches his waist, blue eyes, a tall figure, and an even more charming smile. He is about 25 years old.
When shaking hands with her, I couldn't help but hold it for a few seconds longer, and said in a foreign language: "Beautiful lady, which country are you from?"
"Oh my God, Mr. Li Ming's beautiful words are so authentic. If I didn't look at his face, I would think I was in my hometown at this moment!"
Dolly Otilia seemed extremely enthusiastic and hugged Xiang Jie.
Several people came over from the Japanese consulate and said, "We have been contacted. You can go there now. Remember, you only have three hours."
"In three hours, the Yellow Army will attack!"
Without further delay, everyone hurried to the bridge and looked back at Xiang Jie. Countless people were waiting eagerly.
There are surprises, regrets, sorrows, and more of them sadness on their faces.
When he arrived at the entrance of the warehouse, he was taken to the regiment leader by several soldiers.
After saluting, he quickly left.
"Captain Xie, I am a reporter from Shanghai Daily. My name is Dong Fei."
Dong Fei spoke first and stepped forward to shake hands.
Then he said: "The national army has withdrawn, are you ordered to hold on here?"
Commander Xie's face was covered with dirt. He wiped his face and smiled bitterly: "Most of these people are remnants of the gathered soldiers. They originally wanted to break out, but they have been completely surrounded."
"Do you still need more ammunition and supplies? The Japanese will attack on a large scale in three hours!"
Captain Xie's eyes immediately became sharp, he glanced around the crowd and replied, "Sorry, no comment!"
Xiang Jie did not continue to listen, but quietly withdrew from the crowd.
When he came to the hall, he saw many soldiers missing arms and legs, wailing in pain.
What's even worse is that there are no medicines at all. In order to pretend to be a reporter, he didn't bring a medicine box.
"Huh?" He glanced at the system warehouse and found several boxes of painkillers and antibiotics inside.
He took the medicine out of his pocket and quickly walked to the medic.
Patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, you might need this!"
When the medical soldier saw the packaging box, his eyes lit up.
He took the medicine from Xiang Jie's hand, looked at him gratefully, and once again devoted himself to the work of treating the wounded.
"With these dozen boxes of medicine, casualties should be reduced, right?"
He walked around the warehouse calmly and finally found the entrance to the basement.
There were too many things to appear out of thin air, so he had already thought of a reason.
Putting all the equipment in a corner of the basement, he returned to Commander Xie again.
The interview has ended and the reporters are interviewing the soldiers.
Xiang Jie walked to Commander Xie and whispered, "Captain Xie, please come with me?"
"Huh? Who are you?" Commander Xie looked suspicious and looked at Xiang Jie warily.
"Chinese!" Xiang Jie looked directly at Captain Xie's scrutinizing gaze without hesitation.
The medical soldier hurried over to report, and when he saw Xiang Jie, he grabbed his arm.
"Is there any more medicine?"
Xiang Jie shook his head.
"Alas, there are still some wounded who have not received any medicine and are already dead!"
Captain Xie's eyes flashed and his vigilance was slightly lowered.
"Where are you taking me?"
Xiang Jie didn't answer, turned and walked towards the basement.
Captain Xie looked at the neatly lit weapons and firearms on the ground and opened his mouth in surprise.
His heart was beating fast, and he pointed to the ground and said, "This...how did this get brought in? Why didn't we find it before?"
Xiang Jie raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up a gun from the ground, and pulled the bolt with great skill.
"Thank you, Commander, this is what happened..."
