Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night.

The Lihai General Chamber of Commerce Hall is brightly lit under the cover of night, and the glazed lamps make the carved beams and painted buildings sparkle.

The sound of stringed instruments gradually rose in the banquet hall, and the crystal chandeliers reflected a fine halo of light, which complemented the jade on the lapels of the guests and the gold ornaments on the pocket watch chains.

Celebrities from all walks of life in Haikou, dressed in neat suits or brocade cheongsams, shuttled between the mahogany carved screens with wine glasses in hand, sometimes stopping to whisper with the people next to them, and sometimes laughing with their heads raised, their laughter mixed with the aroma of whiskey and Longjing tea.

Why is everyone so happy?

The news that the Japanese Third Division was completely wiped out and the Battle of Sihang Warehouse was a great victory shocked the entire Long Beach, which was a cause for celebration.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I would like to invite Mr. Chu Wanhao, then-President of the Longhai General Chamber of Commerce, to come to the stage and speak!"

As the host announced, Truman Group Chairman Chu Wanhao, wearing a black jacket, slowly walked onto the stage, stood on the gilded podium, tapped his ivory cane, and cleared his throat.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned their eyes to the patriotic wealthy businessman Chu Wanhao.

It is worth mentioning that Chu Wanhao is Chu Yiren’s great-grandfather.

Chu Wanhao, with gray hair, said in a loud voice: "Now that warlords are rampant and the Northeast has been lost, even though we are merchants, we should emulate Zhang Qian's ambition and use our humble efforts to protect our country!"

Before he finished speaking, responses came from the audience.

Chu Wanhao continued, "Chu, in the name of the president of the Lihai General Chamber of Commerce, issued an urgent appeal, calling on all Lihai business colleagues to patriotically raise funds to support the front line."

"We, the Truman Group, have donated $100 million and placed an order for 30 Junkers K-47 attack aircraft through the German firm of Zenzen. We hereby declare that these aircraft will not be used in the civil war, but only to fight the Japanese!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence in the banquet hall, and then thunderous applause broke out.

"Mr. Chu is so righteous!" someone shouted loudly, clapping his hands until they turned red.

"In this time of national crisis, the Truman Group is so generous in making such a donation. It's truly commendable!"

"They purchased and donated 30 Junkers fighter jets at once! The Chu Consortium is a big spender. I admire the Chu family's courage!"

In the corner, Song Ziwen, chairman of the Nanyang Brothers Tobacco Company, applauded and cheered: "The Chu family is truly remarkable! Our Nanyang Brothers Tobacco Company has also donated money to purchase a fighter jet to support the front lines."

There was thunderous applause from the audience and celebrities from all walks of life cheered.

Chu Wanhao also joined in the applause, and when the applause gradually died down, he suddenly raised his voice.

"Our Truman Group's electrical appliance factory will cease production of lucrative electric fans starting tomorrow and will switch all production lines to producing grenade casings and gas masks day and night."

The applause broke out again, even louder than before.

Everyone was infected by the Chu family's patriotism, and looked at Chu Wanhao with awe and admiration.

In the corner, Fu Xiaoan, who had not yet become a traitor, stood in the crowd, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the enamel pocket watch cover.

This newly mined tycoon wore a dark blue brocade jacket, and his triangular eyes, narrowed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, flashed with calculation.

When Fu Xiao'an heard about the Truman Group's unsparing patriotic fundraising, his Adam's apple rolled, but he just picked up the celadon teacup and took a sip, with a hint of disdain on his face.

Then, Chu Wanhao continued, "The rubber factory under our Truman Group will convert its tire production line to manufacture military rubber shoes during the war to ensure supply to the front line."

"From now on, the Truman Pharmaceutical Factory will accept the task of producing military drugs."

"The Truman Can Factory will immediately retool its production lines, converting the equipment originally used to produce biscuit and candy jars into the production of military helmets and gas canisters urgently needed on the front lines."

"The shipping company under the Truman Group will donate all 22 ships to transport war supplies and raw materials for the production of military equipment, and will do its utmost to preserve the industrial strength of the military-industrial enterprises in Longhai City."

When Chu Wanhao said this, all the business colleagues present were shocked!

"Oh..."

It is no exaggeration to say that there was an uproar in the hall.

Everyone was shocked by the Chu family's unsparing patriotic act. The whole audience burst into applause. Everyone stood up and applauded at this moment. The continuous cheers seemed to be about to blow the roof of the guild hall off.

Lin Lang, who sneaked into the banquet with Marry Yang and Ma Xiaofei, also looked at Chu Wanhao with admiration as he spoke passionately on the stage, and applauded from the bottom of his heart.

Marry Yang clapped her hands while whispering, "Husband, could the old man Chu who's speaking on the stage be Chu Yiren's great-grandfather?"

Lin Lang replied, "That's right. Mr. Chu Wanhao, the then-President of the Longhai General Chamber of Commerce, was Chu Yiren's great-grandfather."

After hearing this, Ma Xiaofei exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder the Chu family of Haihai has always held such a high status in Xia State. It turns out they contributed to saving the country during the Anti-Japanese War."

Then, the mill tycoon Rong Desheng was heard to stand up first and slap a silver note on the long sandalwood table: "The Rong family donated 200,000 oceans to buy guns and protect our compatriots!"

There was another round of exciting applause.

Zhou Xiangyun proudly raised his right hand above his head and said sternly, "Our Zhou Lianji Real Estate Leasing Company has donated 500,000 yuan to purchase medical supplies and send them to the front lines."

Thunderous applause echoed throughout the hall.

While Lin Lang clapped his hands vigorously, he said to Marry Yang beside him, "You must not know this, right? Mr. Zhou, who just donated 500,000 yuan, is Zhou Mengyao's grandfather."

After hearing this, Marry Yang said in a low voice with a surprised look on her face, "Wow, no wonder everyone says Zhou Mengyao is the fourth-generation daughter of the wealthy family in Changhai. The Zhou family was so powerful during the Republic of China."

Ma Xiaofei was shocked and said, "Hubby, if we talk about the master's family, then Zhou Mengyao's grandfather is not your master's father-in-law?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Yes! I never thought that this journey through the Old Sea would not only allow me to experience the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, but also allow me to meet Old Master Chu and my master's master. It was truly worth the trip!"

Next, we heard that Shao Shengtao, the owner of Chongxin Cotton Mill, donated 5 yuan to save the country.

The Hainan Exchange Federation donated 3 yuan to save the country.

Wu Yunchu, the owner of Tianchu MSG Factory, donated a Junkers K-47 attack aircraft to support the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

The Ningbo Shanghai Association and other groups donated and purchased five aircraft.

Zhu Meixian, the owner of Ningshao Shipping Company, also took the lead in donating a huge sum of money that could have bought an airplane at that time.

Wu Gengmei, the owner of the Yihai Standard Domestic Pencil Factory, announced on the spot that the first batch of donations would be 500 million pencils to support the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and that they would even produce wooden boxes for donation to the military.

Xian Guansheng, the owner of Guanshengyuan, announced on the spot that he would step up production to support the troops and send bread, guangbing, and other foods to the front lines to comfort the soldiers in the war of resistance.

Just as a group of patriotic businessmen generously raised funds to support the front line, Zhou Xiangyun looked at the profiteer Fu Xiaoan with a somewhat warning tone in his voice.

"Mr. Fu, as the head of the Hanyeping Coal and Iron Mine Company, are you planning to donate tens of thousands of tons of coking coal?"

Fu Xiao'an forced a smile, "Mr. Zhou, you're joking. Although I'm the chairman of the Hanyeping Coal and Iron Ore Company, donating coking coal requires a shareholder meeting to approve it. I'm going back to the company tonight to convene a shareholder meeting."

Zhou Xiangyun's smiling eyes seemed to have cooled down to ice as she sneered, "Boss Fu, you wouldn't come here empty-handed, would you?"

Fu Xiaoan replied with a forced smile, "Mr. Zhou, you're so funny. I'll take my leave for now. Goodbye!"

After saying that, the stingy and profiteer Fu Xiaoan hurriedly left through the side door of the banquet hall with his entourage and bodyguards.

"Bah." Zhou Xiangyun spat at Fu Xiaoan's back with a look of contempt on her face.

Lin Lang snapped his fingers, summoning an invisible clone, and quietly followed the profiteer Fu Xiaoan until he walked out of the Longhai Chamber of Commerce and got into a black vintage car.

Fu Xiaoan leaned lazily on the leather seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and the flame suddenly lit up under the stimulation of the lighter.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. The smoke curled up in the car, blurring the sinister look in his eyes.

Fu Xiaoan's lips curled up into a sneer of contempt, his voice full of disdain, and he snorted coldly.

"A bunch of people who can't see the situation clearly, relying on the small amount of money raised by these patriotic Shanghai businessmen to support the front line, still want to change the situation of the fall of the Shanghai Sea? How foolish!"

"In this world, those who understand the current situation are heroes. Only by following the imperial army can we survive..."

Before he finished speaking, greed flashed in his eyes, as if he had already seen a future full of gold and silver after cooperating with the devils.

Smoke rings filled the carriage. He tapped his knees with his fingertips, his eyes full of speculative calculations about the situation. His face, as if he was planning to defect to the foreign enemy, was particularly glaring in the dim light.

It was obvious that at this time Fu Xiao'an had already shown signs of turning to the Japanese and becoming a traitor.

As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the old car started slowly and the engine made a low roar.

The old car slowly drove out less than ten meters when it suddenly heard a steady sound of footsteps from behind.

The clone Lin Lang has emerged from the shadows of the street corner like a ghost, with the muzzle of the AK47 in his hand shining coldly.

Without any hesitation, he fired a burst of precise shots at the body of the classic car. The silent street was suddenly filled with the sound of dense bullets.

The AK47 automatic rifle spewed out flames and bullets rained down on the black vintage car.

The car window glass shattered instantly, and the flying debris and the whistling sound of bullets intertwined.

Fu Xiao'an's eyes widened in horror, and before he could even let out a scream, dense bullets penetrated his body.

Bright red blood gushed out from the bullet hole, staining the luxurious car seat a glaring red.

The driver and bodyguard were also riddled with bullets in the first place.

The fuel tank exploded under the impact of the bullet, flames shot up into the sky, and the huge air wave blew off the roof of the car. The old car was instantly engulfed in flames and turned into a fireball.

The strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, accompanied by the smell of burning, which made people feel nauseous.

The fire from the car explosion stretched the figure of the clone Lin Lang very long. There was no expression on his face, as if he had just completed something that had to be done.

Immediately afterwards, the clone Lin Lang put away the AK47 automatic rifle, and his figure gradually became transparent. After successfully completing the task of assassinating the traitor, he was recalled by the system.

It was as if the clone Lin Lang had never appeared, and disappeared like a ghost in the streets of Old Hai under the night sky, leaving only the burning carcass, telling the final judgment of the traitor in the silent street.