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Chapter 707 The "706" exhibition caused a sensation in California, and the Japanese were furious!
Los Angeles.

Chinatown,
At night, red lanterns are hung on the streets, and bright neon lights make the whole city shine.

A month and a half ago, during the Chinese New Year, Chinatown held a 16-day (from New Year's Eve to Lantern Festival) Spring Festival event, attracting a large number of tourists.

Later, considering the safety issues at night, Xiao Fu also set up 5 bus routes to various places in Los Angeles to pick up and send tourists back.

This move attracted more tourists.

Nowadays,

The layout of the "Nanjing Massacre" venue has been completed and it will be officially open to the public tomorrow.

"Boss, did those Japanese really do such a thing?"

Billy (Leo) was deeply shocked when he looked at the tragic photos in the exhibition hall.

He couldn't imagine that in addition to the Squidman massacre, that Eastern country also suffered such a tragic experience.

小富看着那些照片，目光深沉：“你以为30万就只有30万吗？这些日本人杀的又何止30万？14年抗战，30万只是一个缩影而已。”

Billy is an empathetic and just man, otherwise he would not have become a policeman despite coming from a gangster family background.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the hatred that the Chinese had towards the Japanese.

Xiao Fu patted Billy on the shoulder and said, "Tomorrow, the event will start. As the person in charge, you should work harder."

Xiao Fu deliberately pushed out authentic Americans like Billy and put them at the front desk to bring tourists closer.

Billy recognized the significance of this matter and nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

……

……

a new day,
The spring breeze in March blows across Los Angeles, bringing coolness and refreshment.

Chinatown is as lively during the day as it is at night.

This is a popular attraction in Los Angeles, with tens of thousands of people visiting every day. It is recognized as a lively and safe place.

Tourists crowded into Chinatown. There were blond-haired and blue-eyed young people taking pictures with cameras, and elderly Italians identifying the "Fu Lu Shou" relief. The streets were filled with the sounds of Cantonese and English, as well as the aroma of various foods.

quickly,

A big sign attracted the attention of tourists.

The billboard is two meters high, with black words on a red background: "Remember History: Nanjing Massacre Truth Exhibition".

Next to it was written in big yellow letters: "Complete a 10-minute tour and get a $5 reward."

There were also staff members in uniform handing out flyers to the crowd.

Billy held the microphone and introduced to the tourists who stopped: "In 1937, the Japanese army carried out a six-week atrocity in Nanjing, and more than 30 innocent people were killed. This exhibition allows you to see a small part of that tragic history. After watching for 10 minutes, you can get a $5 reward."

The $5 reward attracted many tourists.

"Really 5 dollars?" Several white college students came over and asked Billy.

"Yes, you can get $10 for a 5-minute visit," said Billy.

The guy in the baseball cap rubbed his hands and said, "I'm going to sign up. Will I get the five dollars on the spot?"

Billy: "Yes, right now, cash!"

There were two classmates behind him. The girl with a ponytail kept folding the corners of the flyer until her classmates pushed her and she followed him into the hall.

A group of college students walked in.

The lights in the exhibition hall seemed to be covered with a layer of gray cloth. The first thing that caught my eye was an enlarged black and white photo: **** (discordant)

The young man in the baseball cap gasped and subconsciously took out his camera to take a picture.

Kaka~~~
I continued walking, but my eyes were attracted by another photo.
His Adam's apple rolled twice.

The ponytail girl also looked pale at this time...

The other students were no exception. They were all shocked and felt as if their souls were shocked.

Ten minutes later, the guy in the baseball cap and the girl with ponytails came out of the exit. Some of them looked pale, while others looked extremely sick and listless...

The staff member bowed slightly and said: "Thank you for paying attention to the tragic history of the Chinese people!"

Another staff member also bowed slightly and said, "Thank you!"

He took out $5 and a book called "The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Massacre" written by Zhang Chunru.

The girl with the ponytail was still shaking: "Are these photos real? My grandmother is Polish and she grew up in a Nazi concentration camp... But I never knew that the Chinese also suffered such a crime."

At the entrance, Jason, a delivery driver who was visiting with his wife and daughter, stopped.

“10 minutes for 5 dollars?”

He immediately became interested and walked in with great joy. In his opinion, this kind of money was too easy to make, much easier than making money by driving and delivering goods.

His wife wanted to go in and earn the money, but Billy stopped her because minors were not allowed to enter.

Jason: "Let me go in first, and then you'll go in later..."

Then walked in.

Ten minutes later, he came out with a heavy face. Although he had a bad impression of Chinese people, seeing the photos in person made him feel a surge of grief.

"Damn Japanese!"

Japan has been cooperating with the United States for too long. They are always polite and bow in the media, which makes many Americans think that these Japanese are good people. It even makes them forget the Pearl Harbor raid and the Pacific War.

The wife handed her daughter to Jason at this time and prepared to go in, but was stopped by Jason: "Forget it, don't go in."

The wife was reluctant: "Why? Five dollars."

Jason shook his head: "I'm afraid you'll have a nightmare, so forget it..."

Even a man like him couldn't bear to watch those scenes just now.

The staff member bowed: "Thank you for paying attention to the sad history of the Chinese!"

Give $5 and a book.

Jason shook his head, took it, and continued walking forward with his wife and daughter.

Daughter: "Dad, what's in there?"

Jason: "You are still young, you can't know these..."

After finishing their visit, the tourists walked out of the exhibition hall in twos and threes. The expressions on their faces varied, but none of them could hide the shock in their hearts. That heavy feeling weighed on everyone's heart like a huge rock.

They walked with heavy steps. Some stuffed books into their schoolbags, some called their families, and some stood in Chinatown for a long time without saying a word...

at this time,

A special guest came here.

Mr. Wu, Consul General of the Consulate General of Dongda University in Los Angeles, drove here with his secretary. He had heard about the publicity of the exhibition and came here today specifically.

He got out of the car, wearing a light gray casual suit, low-key and reserved.

He brought his secretary to the outside of the exhibition hall, where a large number of tourists were queuing for a visit. At the entrance, a poster that read "Complete a 10-minute visit and get a $5 reward" was very eye-catching.

After waiting in line for 10 minutes, he and his secretary finally got in, holding a piece of paper with the time written on it.

After entering,

Under the dim light in the exhibition hall, Mr. Wu stood in front of the huge black-and-white photo for a long time. His right hand unconsciously clenched the handle of his briefcase, and his eyes turned slightly red.

As he watched, tears welled up in his eyes. But he also observed the reactions of the "foreigners" from time to time.

When leaving the exhibition hall,
The sunlight seems so dazzling.

Mr. Wu wiped his tears, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the grief in his heart.

The staff members continued to bow: "Thank you for paying attention to the tragic history of the Chinese people!"

Hand over $5 and a book.

Mr. Wu shook his head and took the book instead of taking the money.

The same goes for the assistant, he didn't get paid, he only got books.

"Go back~~~"

They quickly left Chinatown, got in the car and returned to the Consulate General.

Mr. Wu returned to his office, took a few deep breaths, and with a heavy heart, he took out a piece of paper, held the pen in mid-air, thought for a moment, and then wrote quickly:

"This exhibition allows the world to see the true face of the Nanjing Massacre in the most intuitive way. People of different skin colors and languages ​​stop to ponder, shed tears, and even get angry because of it."

"This event uses the power of the people as a link to tear open the fog of history in the most intuitive and shocking way. It not only allows the American people and international tourists to have a deep understanding of that dark history, but also builds a solid position in the international public opinion field to restore the historical truth..."

……

As night falls,
The vermilion lanterns and neon lights in Los Angeles' Chinatown lit up one after another, dyeing the entire street into a flowing warm gold.

But there is a hint of solemnity in the excitement tonight.

In restaurants and on the streets, tourists were talking about the book, many of them holding it in their hands.

Someone held up the $5 he received and said, "This money feels heavy in my hand. I thought it was nothing before I went in, but I realized how miserable it was when I saw the photos."

"Yeah, it's too tragic."

“Those Japanese are so hateful.”

"Remember Pearl Harbor? Those Japanese bombed us..."

At this time,
Many media outlets finally realized what was happening and sent reporters or interview vehicles here.

A reporter from KTLA TV station stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall holding a microphone: "We are now in Chinatown in Los Angeles. A special exhibition has attracted a lot of attention. The organizers are using a $5 reward to encourage everyone to spend 10 minutes learning about the history of the Nanjing Massacre."

The camera swept across the queue of people, including couples holding children and groups of college students.

On the other side, a CNN reporter stopped a housewife, Maria, for an interview.

Maria pointed to the exhibition hall and said, "I originally went in just for the $5, but after seeing it, I realized how horrific this tragedy was."

In addition, reporters from the San Francisco Daily News were filming the scene.

Tonight, it became lively.

……

……

a new day,
The sun rose from the sea level, illuminating the entire Los Angeles.

Today, half of the front pages of many newspapers in California and Los Angeles are about the exhibition on the Nanjing Massacre in Chinatown.

The San Francisco Times wrote on its front page with a striking headline: "The Five-Dollar Propaganda Effect: The Holocaust History That Los Angeles Tourists Cannot Face."

The article described the exhibition site in detail, mentioning that the $5 reward attracted a large number of citizens and tourists, who lined up for more than ten minutes, and the innovative and sensational nature of this publicity method.

The Los Angeles Daily News, with the title "$5 opens the door to history, the truth of the Nanjing Massacre shocks Los Angeles", delved deeply into the intentions of the organizers behind the event.

The San Francisco Chronicle even published a full-page report titled "Remembering History: Nanjing Massacre Exhibition Sparks Reflection in Los Angeles." The article analyzed the exhibition and published interviews with many visitors: "This is a dark history that should not be forgotten," and "May the world be peaceful and the tragedy never happen again."

As the newspapers spread, the whole of Los Angeles was talking about the exhibition.

“Ten minutes of experience and $10?”

"I want to go see..."

"A massacre of 30 people? Those Japanese actually did such a thing?"

On the streets, passers-by were holding newspapers and having heated discussions.

At the entrance of the coffee shop, citizens looked at the reports in the newspaper, shook their heads and sighed.

In school, many students were discussing the contents of the newspaper.

As the newspapers spread, the exhibition was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and attracting more Los Angeles residents to pay attention to that period of history that had been forgotten by time.

……

"Bang~~~"

Los Angeles Japantown,

The president of the Chamber of Commerce, Kazuo Aso, turned pale with anger and slammed the table, causing the documents on the table to scatter all over the floor.

“Baka~~~!”

"The Chinese actually came up with this propaganda method. With only 5 US dollars, they made those Americans interested in the 'Nanjing Massacre'!"

Aso Kazuo said through gritted teeth.

He thought the Chinese had given up, but he didn't expect them to come up with such a "conspiracy"!
He knew very well that the terror of this "5 US dollars" campaign would ferment and spread extremely quickly. Once it broke out, it would be a heavy blow to Japan's attempts to whitewash its history of aggression in the international public opinion field.

Japan is now vigorously promoting its efforts to gain more say in APEC and to push for a permanent seat on the Security Council.

If this dissemination resonates with American citizens and is linked to the Pearl Harbor incident, it will inevitably intensify Americans' resentment and vigilance towards Japan.

Kazuo Aso paced back and forth in the office, thinking about how to deal with the situation, but he had no idea for a moment.

Burnt out!

He called Kenjiro Sato in San Francisco and told him what had happened.

“It’s the same here in San Francisco…”

"Damn Umbrella Company, how dare they do this, putting us in a very passive position!"

Sato Kenjiro kept talking on the other end of the phone.
……

……

Japan Town,
In front of the Japanese confectionery shop,
The old lady in kimono, Yumiko Takeuchi, clutched a crumpled copy of the Los Angeles Times, her nails digging deep into the headline of the newspaper: "Nanjing Massacre Truth Exhibition."

He smashed his clogs to the ground with a loud bang, causing the matcha on the tatami coffee table to splash out of the edge of the cup:
"This is blatant slander! Our ancestors never did such a thing!"

The sarcastic face was full of anger.

"Yes, those photos must be fake!"

“Damn Chinese!”

Several Japanese youths in baseball uniforms held up newspapers and shouted, "Why should we be blamed? Let's go to Chinatown and smash the exhibition!"

In the pub, a Japanese engineer, whose face was red from drinking, suddenly threw his wine glass at the TV.

"These are all lies! We didn't do anything like this!"

Colleagues were also very angry, but only they themselves knew how guilty they felt inside.

History is real.

But they are also unwilling to admit it.

(End of this chapter)