Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

When Mr. Liu heard that it was another Pique Sports Meeting, he was filled with dissatisfaction.

He thought of his son running around whenever he had nothing to do, sweating profusely during practice every day, and eating several extra bowls of rice when he got home, and he would not listen to his request to focus on making shoes. He got very angry.

He put down the shoemaking tools in his hand and was about to scold Li Hanchao, but he saw Li Hanchao forcefully pinching the red paper that wrapped the dollars, and 50 dollars spilled all over the table.

Father Liu's eyes widened. This amount of money was what he could earn in at least half a year.

"This... Sir, what do you mean?"

Li Hanchao smiled innocently.

"Uncle, I'm afraid you don't know that the country has rewards for participating in the Olympic Games. This money will be used as a base, and there will be additional rewards when you achieve results."

"How many?"

Father Liu asked excitedly.

"If you don't get a ranking, as long as you go to Los Angeles, you will be given 1000 dollars when you land. If you get a ranking, the bronze medal will be 3000 dollars, the silver medal will be 4000 dollars, and the gold medal will be 1 dollars!"

This award standard was set by Li Qinwu, and will be distributed accordingly to Chinese people who achieve results in the future.

He let his clone participate in this Olympics, but he does not plan to let his clone go to the next Berlin Olympics. He hopes to use Liu Changchun's deeds to inspire the Chinese people, use four years to train their own athletes, and use the Chinese people's own strength to compete in the next Berlin Olympics.

Li Qinwu knew that he would die sooner or later, and after he died, these clones built on his foundation would also perish. The rise of a nation depends on millions of ordinary people. Li Qinwu would not let his clones do everything in a big way. He was just not well prepared this time, so he temporarily used his clone to go to the Los Angeles Olympics.

When Mr. Liu heard that there were so many rewards, he gasped.

As long as he goes, he will be given 1000 yuan, and if he gets the brand, he will get 1 yuan. This, this, this is wealth that he cannot earn even if he works hard making shoes for his whole life!

Father Liu looked at Li Hanchao with a serious expression.

"Sir, I think parents should support their sons to try their luck. What about the Olympic Games? I'm reporting on my parents' Spring Festival celebration!"

Li Hanchao still had that simple smile on his face.

"Okay uncle, where is your son now? Can you call him out to discuss this in detail?"

"Okay, okay, I'll call someone right away.

Changchun! Changchun! Hey! Where have you been wandering around?"

Father Liu shouted loudly, but no matter how he shouted, no one came out.

Li Hanchao asked: "Uncle, is your son at home?"

Father Liu walked around the house behind the shop but didn't find anyone, so he slapped his forehead.

"Hey! This idiot must have gone out for a run again. He runs every morning, noon and night without missing a day. There's no way he'll be back before mealtime!"

Li Hanchao looked at the sky. It was almost 5 o'clock. It would be time for dinner in another hour or two.

He sat on the chair with a smile on his face.

"Then I'll have to shamelessly get a free meal."

Father Liu smiled heartily.

"Well, it's just a meal, right? Wait a minute, I'll ask my wife to make some more pancakes and some wine, and we'll have a drink."

Father Liu asked Mother Liu to cook a few more dishes and closed the shoe store.

Liu's father and Li Hanchao sat in the living room and chatted. Liu's father was very concerned about the rules of the Olympic Games and kept asking questions, and Li Hanchao answered them one by one.

Speaking of crossing the ocean, Liu's father felt a little uneasy. Li Hanchao comforted him and said that the ship carrying Liu Changchun to the United States was a big one and it would not sink. Moreover, there would be officials accompanying them. Those officials valued their lives very much and they were not afraid. Nothing would happen at sea.

Only then did Liu's father put aside his worries and complain to Li Hanchao about his son.

He said that his son had been more noisy than other children since he was young, his hands and feet were longer than others, he ran faster than others, and he was nicknamed "Rabbit Legs".

Later, when he grew up, he heard about the Olympic Games from the newspaper and was bewitched by them. He talked every day about wanting to win glory for his country. Father Liu saw it and was worried.

Mr. Liu is not the kind of parent who would discourage his children's ideals. It's just that he knows very well that the times are turbulent and a small family like theirs simply cannot withstand any setbacks.

If his son did not learn a survival skill in advance, he might not be able to take care of himself when he was old, so Liu's father always hoped that Liu Changchun would learn shoemaking from him.

But now Liu's father no longer has such concerns. Liu Changchun can make a living by running and can take care of himself, so he no longer asks his son to make shoes.

The two chatted for a long time, from the desk to the dining table, from dawn to dusk, but the dishes were served and Liu Changchun still hadn't come back.

"That's not right. Usually Changchun would be home by this time. Why haven't we seen him yet?"

Liu's mother leaned against the door, looking at the street with a worried look.

"You little bastard, why are you still not home so late today? If you don't come back soon, there will be curfew. The yellow foxes on the street will kill people!"

Liu's father was also worried. Since the establishment of Manchukuo, there have been many resistances in the Northeast, and the Japanese devils have put a lot of pressure on public security, so a curfew was imposed after 8 o'clock. There were gunshots from time to time at night. Those were Manchurian soldiers killing people indiscriminately on the streets.

The atmosphere became solemn. Li Hanchao realized that something was wrong. He was about to contact his clones in Fengtian City to look for Liu Changchun. At this moment, a panting young man pushed open the door and rushed into the room.

"Hey, Huzi! What's going on? Why are you running so fast?"

When Liu's father saw that the person coming was Liu Changchun's classmate Hu Zi, and he was so anxious, he immediately felt bad.

As expected, Huzi immediately shouted, "Uncle and aunt, something bad has happened! Changchun has been taken away by the Japanese!"

"what!"

Everyone in the room stood up. Tears welled up in the eyes of Liu's mother, and Liu's father was also a little at a loss.

Li Hanchao handed Huzi a bowl of water and asked very calmly: "Where was Changchun taken away? When? Where was he taken to?"

Hu Zi drank the water in the bowl in one breath and said, "In the suburbs where he often practices running, the yellow-skinned man and the Japanese officer took him away half an hour ago. They drove a military vehicle of the Public Security Brigade, so they must have taken him to the Public Security Brigade!"

When Liu's father and mother heard that their son was taken to the public security brigade, they could no longer hold back their tears.

No one who entered the security brigade walked out alive. All the "saboteurs" sent here by the Japanese were tortured to death. The most hateful were the yellow-skinned people (Manchurian soldiers). They liked to arrest people indiscriminately and send them to the security brigade, forcing their families to pay money to redeem them. They would often squeeze out all the property of the people, but could only fish out a corpse.

Li Hanchao's brain worked quickly, and he asked the clones stationed in the city to pick up weapons and equipment and prepare for action. He said to Liu's father and mother: "Don't panic, uncle and aunt. Changchun is an athlete. The devils are looking for him probably because they want him to replace Manchuria to participate in the Olympics. They won't hurt him."