Chapter 63 Sensation Chicago, USA, the weather is sunny and the temperature is pleasant. As usual, Jovan Wynn picked up the Tribune from the lawn of his home and walked into the kitchen. His wife had already prepared breakfast for him. “Honey, can you buy a bottle of peanut butter when you get off work?” “Of course, my princess.” Jovan Wayne skillfully pleased his wife, took a sip of milk, then opened the newspaper with wet ink and read it, and then he squirted out the milk in his mouth. “Poof!” “What’s the matter, dear?” “Come and see, those crazy robbers in the Far East, they actually held a birthday dinner for the little girl who was hostage, and even let reporters attend.” “God bless you, there are so many dangerous goods and weapons. I hope the little girl is safe.”
Jovan Wynn and his wife read the report in detail. The reporter assured everyone that the hostages were treated humanely, did not suffer any violence, and that both parties got along well. The leader of the robbers is a very attractive man. He has unique insights into the international situation, his skillful dancing, and his kindness to the hostages. He is always a gentleman. His men were well-equipped, well-trained, and compassionate, and they provided the women and children among the hostages with good living conditions without molestation. And the Northeastern Republican Army is an ideal resistance group. They are not for money or anything else, but just to seek justice for ordinary people who were innocently killed. The article also warned the Japanese at the end that although these robbers now abide by the spirit of chivalry, if their demands are not met, the hostages will be executed. Jovan Wynn and his wife don’t know what to say. Tribune, are you sure you are describing a group of robbers and not the Knights Templar? Gentleman, compassionate, friendly, idealistic, look at any of these words that are related to robbers. Aren’t robbers supposed to be greedy and vicious? “I think this is nonsense from the Tribune. Maybe the reporter was so scared that he wet his pants when the robbers shot him.” “Shut up, Jovan Wynn! Haven’t you noticed what those Japanese did, God, so many children were killed, they were butchers.” Only then did Jovan Wynn discover that the second page described in detail the atrocities committed by the Japanese in Northeast China, with pictures and photos. This was not a fictional horror story, but a fact that was happening. The couple swallowed, and suddenly thought of the Japanese expatriate family opposite their home. They usually seemed very polite, but they didn't expect that this nation could be so violent at heart. “Jovan, don’t let our children talk to the Yamamoto family in the future, I’m afraid the devil will corrupt our treasure.” “Of course honey, these disgusting bastards, Yamamoto invited them to hunt, it must be to satisfy their Japanese hobby of killing, what the hell.” So when Jovan Wayne saw Yamamoto at work, he got in the car and left without any indication. This made his neighbor Yamamoto very strange. Jovan was very enthusiastic with him in the past. Yamamoto, who couldn't figure it out, walked to the station and waited for the bus to the company. However, the way the people around him looked at him made him very uncomfortable. They seemed to be looking at a monster. “Sir, are you Japanese?” A young man came over and asked Yamamoto politely. Yamamoto was delighted. In the past, many Americans would ask themselves if they were Chinese. After all, there were more overseas Chinese here. What happened today? "Yes, I am from Japan, but now I am an American citizen." Yamamoto replied very proudly. “Bah! Damn beast, go back to your Japan.”
“Damn dwarf, your hypocrisy makes me feel sick!” “God asks you to release the fire of punishment on the sinners and redeem the good people.” Yamamoto was frightened by the sudden attack and ran away. What happened? Why did these people treat him like this? He is also a part of this great country. Perhaps realizing something was wrong, Yamamoto moved to a different station. Even if someone asked him, he pretended not to understand, and finally arrived at the company smoothly. Putting the punch paper into the punch machine, Yamamoto walked into the factory and found that the eyes of the workers were the same as those people, full of doubts, hatred and schadenfreude. Just when Yamamoto was puzzled about what was going on, the boss stuck his head out from the second floor and waved to him, indicating that he should go upstairs immediately. Could it be that the boss said he would be promoted? Yamamoto thought in his mind. He worked very hard and obeyed instructions. The boss once said that he would be promoted. “Sir, what are your instructions for calling me here? I will keep an eye on those workers for you.” "Yamamoto, I'm very sorry. Because of the decline in profits, I have to lay off some employees. You and your compatriots are on the layoff list." Yamamoto was confused. Although it is not the most difficult time now, the lingering lingering power of the Great Depression still hangs over North America. Over the mainland, unemployment equals hunger and bankruptcy. “Sir, why, I can create more wealth for you, and I will do the same for you” “Stop talking, Yamamoto, I hope you can leave with dignity.” Yamamoto looked at the big-bodied Belarusian security guard at the door and knew that the matter was irreversible, so he could only pick up his belongings dejectedly and leave the factory. Looking up at the clear sky outside, Yamamoto felt terrible. Why overnight, his kind neighbors and his boss who valued him all turned against each other. "Yamamoto-kun, please wait for me." This is Sakai, a compatriot who was expelled at the same time. Yamamoto didn’t want to talk to him. This guy once spoke ill of him in front of the boss and fought with him for the right to spy on workers. He was an out-and-out bastard. “Don’t you want to know why?” Itai's words stopped Yamamoto. Yes, even if he dies, he must understand clearly. Otherwise, how will he explain to his wife and children when he returns home. "Itai, if you have anything to say, just say it. I still have to find a job." Yamamoto wanted to hear what he had to say. "Haha, didn't you read today's newspaper? Come on, take a look first." Banjing changed his usual hateful expression and took out a newspaper from his arms and handed it to Shangben. Yamamoto was a little confused, but he still took the newspaper and read it. His mouth opened wide as he looked at it. So many things had happened. He really shouldn't have saved the newspaper money. Although he heard workers discussing the robbery of the Liuguo Hotel in East Asia yesterday, it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't pay attention to it. As a result, this unrelated matter caused his unemployment. Yamamoto was angry: "Why, I'm an American, not a Japanese. That's what the Japanese did. They shouldn't do this to me. I want to go back!" Since his father came to the United States, his relationship with Japan has not been close, because an incident that happened in East Asia implicated him, which is too ridiculous. Sakai grabbed him and said, "Yamamoto, don't you understand? If the public's anger is aroused, your work here is likely to cause losses to the boss, and he will not take risks for you." When Yamamoto heard this, he was like a dog that had been boned. He pitifully said to Sakai: "But this has nothing to do with us. Why would those **** robbers do such a thing?" Like a big brother, Sakai put his arms around his shoulders: "Yamamoto-kun, you are wrong. It was not the robbers who caused your unemployment, but the army under the control of the emperor and the plutocrats." Now Yamamoto is confused, not knowing what to believe or what to hate. Itai patted him on the shoulder: "Yamamoto-kun, cheer up! You still have a wife and children to support! Let's find a place to have a drink. Maybe I can introduce you to a new job."
Yes, I still have a wife and children to support. Yamamoto’s mind returned to his body. What did Sakai just say? Can he introduce me to a job? Looking at Yamamoto's suspicious eyes, Sakai said generously: "Don't worry, I used to be against you for some reasons. Now that we are comrades, I will help you." "Comrade?" Yamamoto thought this title was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it and followed Sakai away. Such things are happening all over the United States and Europe. It is sheer nonsense to say that the people there care much about the Republic of China. It is just that human beings like to judge others from the moral high ground. Even Germany, which is currently in dire straits, reported this incident. After all, the masked man also expressed his views on Germany. The Germans thought this guy was a fool. How could the Prime Minister we elected be a dangerous person? He worked hard and fought day and night to revitalize Germany. What he said in the newspapers was outright slander. But after all, it was something that happened in the far east. The Germans just complained a few words and then focused their attention on the description of the robbers and the atrocities of the Japanese. The "chivalry" spirit displayed by the robbers is very familiar to the Germans, just like Luckner and his Seahawk in World War I, ferocious, witty but adhering to the bottom line. Regarding the atrocities committed by the Japanese, the calm Germans were not as excited as other countries. Having been defeated, they knew that this was the price that the defeated country had to pay. They also understand the feelings of the Chinese very well, because they were also defeated by the island country Britain, and they can only wish that the Chinese can defeat the Japanese through war. At the German Chancellery, Mustache looked at the masked man’s predictions about Germany’s future in the newspaper and happily slapped the desk: “Did you see it? This is a coincidence of wise people.” In a farm in Ireland, England, dozens of mysterious people were hiding in the stables, and a bearded man announced excitedly. “From today on, our Irish Republican Army has found a direction to fight for. Let us fight together with our brothers from the Northeastern Republican Army!” Egypt, the Middle East, South Africa, South America, and Southeast Asia, countless caring people read newspapers with fire in their eyes. (End of this chapter)