Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Hu Zhenhua was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Atlan took a telegram and hurried to Hu Zhenhua's room, shouting,

"Chairman, this is bad, the peace talks are about to succeed!"

Hu Zhenhua was shocked and snatched the telegram. The content was very short: On April 4, the negotiations formed a final document, and the Jinling representative expressed his approval. Currently, it is awaiting final confirmation from above.

Lao Hu's mood became complicated. He wanted peace but did not want history to change. Because in the future, the rise of China was a certain event. If history changed, God knew whether there would be variables.

He calmed down and asked,

"Where did the news come from?"

"The U.S. Embassy. I have a friend working there. I heard the source of the information is the attendant room!"

Hu Zhenhua frowned.

Don't the people in the attendant room know the principle of confidentiality? Such an important matter was actually leaked to the outside world.

Could it be that they have infiltrated and become a sieve?

Now, Lao Hu was in no mood to think about these things, and shouted,

"Atlan, please verify the news with the government and the embassy immediately. If possible, ask them to provide the details of the agreement."

"Yes!"

Hu Zhenhua rubbed his eyebrows. Today is April 4th, which means that this agreement has been in place for a few days!

Suddenly, a quick phone call rang. As soon as Lao Hu picked up the phone, he heard Guo Dachong's anxious voice.

"Hua Zi, is that you?"

"it's me!"

"Huazi, we're in big trouble this time. We must think of a solution immediately, otherwise, we'll be doomed!"

Hu Zhenhua was also very anxious, and under Guo Dachong's urging, he became even more anxious.

Emotions are contagious, especially when you are undecided, other people's opinions are particularly important.

Just as Lao Hu was about to respond, he suddenly thought of something and changed his words.

"Brother Guo, please calm down and tell me, have you heard any news?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, a voice came again.

"I have received accurate information. The peace talks between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party have been successful. There will be no war. No!"

Hu Zhenhua was silent again.

"Tell me the source of the information!"

"The US Consulate, James told me, the news came from the Presidential Palace!"

It’s the Presidential Palace again. It turns out that the Presidential Palace has really become a sieve and anyone can get information from it.

"Hua Zi, should we start the refund process immediately? After all, we're still within the fifteen-day cooling-off period. While it's easier to get a loan from a foreign bank, let's get through this first!"

Hu Zhenhua was about to agree when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Brother Guo, please calm down. I've asked Atlan to verify. Until we have definitive information, you should proceed as usual and do what needs to be done. Brother Guo, don't be afraid. We at Tong'an are no longer what we used to be. We can afford to lose a mere tens of millions. In this business venture, Tong'an can either make money or gain reputation. No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win!"

After hearing this, Guo Dachong calmed down a little.

The two chatted for a while before ending the call!

After hanging up the phone, Lao Hu began to indulge in endless memories again.

You only regret not having read enough books when you need them, and you only regret not having watched enough videos when you travel through time!

Hu Zhenhua sat down at his desk and started writing and drawing.

He always felt that this matter was weird, because whether it was Guo Dachong or Atlan, the source of the information had passed through the hands of Americans.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Hu Zhenhua feels that there is no reason for the Americans to plot against him anymore. After all, the global currency theory has been handed over. Doesn’t this demonstrate his own value?

After unsuccessful thinking, Hu Zhenhua decided to go out and relax.

Different time and space, different style!

Just as I went downstairs, Qu Xiaodou came over with a newspaper and gave a brief introduction.

"Boss, several warehouses of the Green Gang were robbed last night, resulting in losses of up to one million silver dollars. Now, the police throughout Jinling are going crazy. We must catch the murderer!"

Hu Zhenhua stopped and confirmed again.

"Is it really that many millions?"

As for the inventory in those warehouses yesterday, Lao Hu must have known that it was worth at most 300,000 or 400,000 yuan.

Now the newspapers are advertising millions, this is interesting!

Qu Xiaodou glanced at the newspaper again and answered with certainty,

"It's a million indeed!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Qu Xiaodou said in a low voice,

"It's said that what the Green Gang is reselling might be military rations! Should we take some preventative measures?"

Hu Zhenhua waved his hand.

"Don't do anything! Destroy all the guns that were fired last night!"

"Yes!"

Hu Zhenhua was not worried about himself because a shower in the early morning washed away many traces.

Instead, he was a little worried about the old Taoist.

After all, the old Taoist priest was too conspicuous. He had returned a child to the old woman yesterday. Once the police questioned him, the old Taoist priest would be exposed.

In fact, Hu Zhenhua's worries were completely unnecessary.

The old Taoist priest was very experienced and knew that he had caused trouble, so he took a small boat across the river at night and traveled around the world!

Qu Xiaodou thought for a moment and asked,

"What about the three children? We can't always take them with us."

"How's that kid with his broken arms and legs?"

Qu Xiaodou's face showed a sad look.

"Toad came back this morning and said that only one arm had been reattached. That child is doomed!"

"Can you find his parents?"

Qu Xiaodou shook his head.

"It's better not to look for him. He's wearing rags and tatters. Even if you send him back, he'll die!"

Hu Zhenhua clenched his fist and shouted,

"I'll take care of this child. Once he recovers a bit, I'll immediately send him to the Magic City! As long as his heart isn't broken, he can still accomplish something!"

"Boss, you really have a kind heart!"

"I'm even better at being a butcher!"

The group walked to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Less than two kilometers away, they saw a large group of people gathered in the distance, three layers inside and three layers outside, blocking the road!

A security guard went forward to investigate and quickly found out the cause: an early morning shower had washed away a section of the slope, revealing hundreds of white bones buried underneath!

The hemp ropes used to bind them can be vaguely seen on their arm bones, and judging from the size of the corpses, there are men, women, young and old.

Preliminary judgment is that it is a burial pit during the Nanjing Massacre!

Hu Zhenhua's stomach churned and he suddenly lay down on the side of the road and vomited!

It's not like he hasn't seen dead people before. Just last night, the security team killed several people, and at that time, he didn't feel any discomfort!

The crowd in front suddenly burst into tears.

After the fall of Nanjing, every household wore mourning clothes, and almost all the people in the city were slaughtered!

Throughout the history of human civilization, there are only a few cases of massacres in a country’s capital!

Hu Zhenhua took the water bottle handed to him by Qu Xiaodou, rinsed his mouth, straightened his chest, and walked towards the pit where the bodies were buried. He wanted to see the numerous crimes of the Japanese pirates with his own eyes and engrave this scene in his mind!

The pile of white bones stung the hearts of countless citizens, as if they had returned to that humiliating period of history.

Hu Zhenhua had only taken two steps when he heard an old man crying and talking.

In 41, in North China, Japanese invaders stopped a porter and robbed him of his belongings, including eggs. The Japanese invaders tried to eat them but found they were black. They flew into a rage and refused to listen to the porter's explanations. They chopped off his limbs and threw him at the city gate. He screamed for a whole day and died in despair.

The old man held onto Hu Zhenhua tightly, gesturing with his hands: "That basket of eggs is preserved eggs, not bad! Not bad!"

The porter's desperate cry appeared in Hu Zhenhua's mind.

Tears flowed unconsciously.

Two young men stepped forward and helped the old man aside.

Then, another voice sounded, and the speaker was a middle-aged man.

"In 42, I was selling goods in northern Shanxi when the Japanese raided. In a hurry, I hid in a dry well. After a long time, I thought I was safe, so I climbed out of the well."

The middle-aged man also lost control and kept beating his chest, as if regretting something.

"A little boy of two or three years old!"

The middle-aged man gestured.

"He was just that tall. The Japanese caught him, cut off his penis, and ate him alive."

The middle-aged man suddenly vomited, and dirt was everywhere.

"I hate myself for being so cowardly that I didn't dare rush out to save him! I watched him die in agony."

After choking for a moment, the middle-aged man's spirit became a little unbalanced: "It can't enhance male sexual function, it's fake, fake."

Hu Zhenhua shuddered. He understood that the Japanese had heard from somewhere that this method could enhance male sexual performance, and that was why they committed this atrocity.

Old Hu suddenly saw the citizen unbuttoning his shirt, revealing scars, and half of his body was burned.

"The Japanese caught us, doused us with gasoline, and tried to burn us alive. I rolled over in pain and only managed to survive by falling into a stinking ditch."

Old Hu clenched his fists. He couldn't bear to listen to such a tragedy. He shouted,

"My compatriots! My name is Hu Zhenhua. Tears can't solve problems, and I won't preach big principles. Today, I want to do one thing, which is to set up an investigation team to collect evidence of the Japanese invasion. You may not know that some people in Japan have begun to deny that they invaded us. In their propaganda, Japan came here to help us develop!"

An angry old man suddenly rushed up and punched Hu Zhenhua.

"You're fucking bullshit! All my kids are dead!"

Hu Zhenhua didn't dodge or avoid, and took the punch head-on. He swallowed the blood foam at the corner of his mouth and roared,

“Can we forget history?”

Several young men immediately shouted,

"cannot!"

Hu Zhenhua's eyes were bloodshot and he continued to roar,

“Can we forget history?”

"cannot!"

“Can we forget history?”

"cannot!"

“Can we forget history?”

"cannot!"

Hu Zhenhua shouted more than ten times before he stopped and shouted,

"Now, I declare the investigation team officially established. I, Hu Zhenhua, will temporarily serve as the team leader. Tongan will allocate no less than one million yuan annually. Is there anyone who wants to join?"

Dozens of hands went up.

As time went on, more and more people raised their hands.

It has only been four years since World War II, so it is relatively easy to conduct statistics and surveys now.

Old Hu is decisive and does what he says.

After screening more than a dozen scholars, a preparatory group was formed and everyone began to discuss the organizational structure of the investigation team.

After more than an hour of negotiation, the main framework of the investigation team was established.

Name of the investigation team: Anti-Japanese War History Investigation Team.

Mission: Investigate the losses and casualties suffered by China during World War II and collect evidence.

Headquarters: Magic City.

Members: Full-time staff as the backbone, and volunteers are recruited.

Subordinate institutions:

1. Secretariat (responsible for overall coordination)

Second, the Anti-Japanese War History Museum (for storing collected photos, documents, interview records, physical objects and other evidence),

3. Finance Department (allocating budgets, accepting donations, fundraising, etc.)

4. Press delegation (responsible for field investigation, interviews, and evidence collection)

5. Supervision Department (to monitor the entire investigation team for any violations)

6. Verification Department (Collected documents, photos, and evidence will be screened, classified, and handed over to the museum after confirmation that they are correct)

As for other overseas agencies, they will be established in the future as needed.

The investigation team is a non-profit organization, and the salary is based on a subsidy system, which means that they only provide food, clothing, housing, transportation and consumables. If you want to come here just for the salary, sorry, we will not accept you.

To ensure its credibility, the investigation team accepted supervision from all walks of life throughout the process and invited friends from all countries to join, including Japan.

After the organization was set up, Lao Hu's position as the head of the investigation team became a symbol, because the power body of the investigation team was the secretariat, and the secretary-general would be hired separately.

The next step is to compete for the position of Secretary-General.

The investigation team will send out invitations to all over the world, and all aspiring people can come to compete. Whoever has the best proposal and receives the most votes will become the Secretary-General.

Of course, the other members of the secretariat (eight in total) are also appointed through competitive recruitment. After all, it is a power body and its members must be able to convince the public.

Lao Hu and a dozen scholars are only members of the preparatory group. Once the investigation team is officially established, they will either compete for the position or withdraw from the power structure and take up other positions.

Time always flies quickly when we are busy, and in the blink of an eye it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

More and more people gathered around the burial pit. Reporters from various countries wanted to interview them, but Hu Zhenhua refused. He was busy cleaning up the remains of the victims and had no time to argue with reporters.

Time flies quickly when we are busy.

April 4th, just like that, has passed!