Three years ago, before the outbreak of the war, Chen Miao came to Nanjing for business trips, at that time Nanjing was full of lush greenery, Guanghuamen was majestic, full of vitality, three years later, when he once again set foot on the land of Nanjing.

Everywhere you look, there are ruins and ruins in the eyes, full of devastation, and a scene of depression and withering.

After the destruction of Nanjing, he only saw sporadic photos of the city in the newspapers, and later saw some intelligence materials collected by the military commanders.

But it is not as heart-wrenching and suffocating as the intuitive feeling in front of me.

It has been almost two years since the massacre, and Nanjing has changed from a big city with a population of nearly one million and a bustling metropolis to what it is now, with less than one-third of the population left, and many buildings in the city still retain the scene after the war.

Half of a city was destroyed by the war, a large number of precious cultural relics, books, and countless gold, silver and jewelry were looted, and it is said that the wealth transported from Nanjing alone was enough to load 300 trucks!

You can still smell gunsmoke in the air, and you can still hear the roar of artillery and the humming of airplanes in the sky......

After coming down from the station, although the welcoming crowd was very warm, Chen Miao couldn't feel the slightest temperature, and there was an indescribable coldness in this city.

"Fang Wenjun, what are you looking at?" A voice came from my ears.

"Oh, it's nothing, Obuchi-kun, I was thinking about what it was like here three years ago, the war was terrible, his destructive power is unparalleled, what we need now is peace." Chen Miao said.

"Yes, peace is the most precious thing." For reporter Taro Obuchi, his colleague looked a little sentimental.

However, because of this, they have also become friends who talk about everything along the way, from economics to history, movies, music and even ups and downs.

Feeling very close to each other, especially his understanding of Japan, Obuchi almost decided that Fang Wen had lived in Japan for many years, otherwise, how could he have such a deep understanding of Japanese culture.

But Chen Miao told him that what he knew was only seen and understood from the newspaper, and in fact, he had never been to Japan for a day.

Taro Obuchi is a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun station's Shanghai correspondent station, and this time he also followed the delegation all the way to cover the news.

In fact, Chen Miao also knew that Xiao Yuan was a member of the "Joint Reconnaissance Office for Espionage" jointly established by the Japanese military office in Shanghai, the intelligence department of the embassy, and the military police headquarters.

All newspaper reporters stationed in Shanghai have such an identity, collecting intelligence, politics, economics, military and so on in the name of reporters, covering almost all walks of life.

"Let's go, tonight, the Dispatch Army Headquarters will host a banquet for Dr. Ito and the Observer Group, and we will be allowed to participate, so tonight's welcome banquet will be very exciting." Taro Obuchi said with a little excitement.

"yes, I'm looking forward to it." Chen Miao said casually.

"Let's go, pick up our car, walk from here to the hotel, I'm afraid our legs will break." Obuchi grumbled.

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Sitting in the car, entering the city of Nanjing, the scene is a little better, but this is by no means the credit of the Japanese army after the occupation, after the war, the people are at ease, not to mention, a society has a certain self-healing ability, this is the same as people, there are some small problems, rely on their own resistance, endure and pass.

However, in such an unprecedentedly tragic war, it was impossible to heal itself alone, not to mention that Nanjing under the occupation of the Japanese army was not peaceful and harmonious.

The Japanese army's oppression and plundering of the people in Nanjing never stopped, but in a mild way.

There is no difference in essence.

All industries are depressed, the life of the common people is difficult and difficult, and you can see one or two by looking at the faces of most Chinese on the street with vegetables on their faces and patches on their clothes.

The observation group stayed at the Tangshan Hot Spring Hotel, and as accompanying reporters, Chen Miao and others also enjoyed this treatment, but the room they lived in was worse than that of the inspection group.

But even so, after all, this was once a place for the government to entertain foreign guests, and ordinary single rooms were much more luxurious than hotels and restaurants outside.

"Let's go, Fang Wenjun, let's go to a hot spring together, take a hot spring in this season, it is a very high enjoyment, after settling down, Xiao Yuan, who lives next door to him, came to knock on the door.

"No, I'm going to go to the city first, you can go." Chen Miao shook her head and politely declined Xiao Yuan's invitation.

"Oh, that's a shame." Xiao Yuan expressed deep regret.

Chen Miao changed her clothes, put on her camera and went out.

Called a rickshaw, he spent half a year in the special training class of Nanjing Honggong Ancestral Hall, although there are not many opportunities to go out, but he is still very familiar with Nanjing, because one of the training subjects, the understanding of the environment of a new city.

The streets in Nanjing City have not changed much, and the place where Chen Miao is going is the Confucius Temple.

Out of the habit of a professional agent, Chen Miao did not tell the rickshaw driver his destination, but first went to Xinjiekou, which used to be the most prosperous place in Nanjing.

After getting off the bus, he walked around to make sure that no one was following him, bought a local newspaper in Nanjing, and jumped on the bus to Confucius Temple.

Half an hour later, Chen Miao got off at the Confucius Temple platform.

Liang Xueqin and Qiao'er came to Nanjing two days before him, and according to the agreement, they would stay in a youth hostel near Confucius Temple.

When he arrived in Nanjing, he came to meet them again.

The youth hostel was easy to find, and Chen Miao found it with little effort.

"I'm looking for a Mrs. Chen, she moved in two days ago, and I'm his cousin." Chen Miao's authentic Nanjing dialect convinced the front desk of the hostel, and led him upstairs without the slightest suspicion.

"Mrs. Chan ......"

It was Song Yunping who opened the door, she is now Liang Xueqin's bodyguard and housekeeper, and when she saw that it was Chen Miao, she hurriedly let people in.

After Liang Xueqin and Qiao'er came to Nanjing, they didn't know when Chen Miao would come, so after they stayed, they didn't go out much, for fear of missing it.

"Xueqin, Qiao'er, I'm tired of you, let's go, I'll take you out to eat." When Chen Miao saw Liang Xueqin, she said with a look of apology.

"I haven't been to Nanjing for a long time, the last time I came, it was the 26th year of the Republic of China, two years have passed, and it is already a matter of things and people." Liang Xueqin said a little sadly.

"Let's go, there are a lot of delicacies here in the Confucius Temple, since we are here, we can't go home empty-handed." Chen Miao smiled.

Food is always a time to forget your troubles.

At noon, the duck fat shortbread cakes, sesame oil dried shreds, and chicken juice are all special snacks in Nanjing, and then accompanied Liang Xueqin to visit Xinjiekou for an afternoon, bought a lot of things, and sent people back to the youth hostel, which was reluctant to separate.

Next, Chen Miao estimated that he would not have time to accompany Liang Xueqin, he would stay in Nanjing for two days, and then return to Shanghai with the observation group.

"Fang Wenjun is back, let's go, the reception to welcome the observation group has just begun." Taro Obuchi was excited, and it looked like tonight's welcome reception was going to be lively.

"Hehe, I went shopping all afternoon, I was a little tired, and I wanted to come back to take a shower and sleep." Chen Miao showed a tired smile.

"There are a lot of beautiful women tonight, it's a pity if you don't go."

"I'm so tired, I have to visit with the delegation tomorrow, I want to rest early." After Chen Miao finished speaking, he closed the door.

When he came back just now, Chen Miao met a familiar back at the door, if he went to participate in this welcome reception, he was afraid that he would be recognized, so he chose to avoid it.

Although I am not afraid of being recognized, it is always a little embarrassing to recognize.

Sakurako Ikeuchi actually came to Nanjing.

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Sakurako Ikeuchi must have something important to do when she came to Nanjing, of course Chen Miao wanted to know, but he also knew that he couldn't be overly curious at any time, otherwise, not only would he not be able to satisfy his curiosity, but he would not even be able to complete the original task.

He wouldn't do this kind of thing that outweighs the losses.

Therefore, hiding in the room and sleeping is undoubtedly the safest thing.

Anyway, these days, he has more or less learned about the members of the observation group and the concerns of these people.

Everywhere they go, in addition to official activities, they will also quietly carry out some private activities, such as in-depth understanding of the market situation in various places, visiting stores, understanding the prices of various people's biological resources, and so on.

They were particularly interested in the unusual use of currency in the occupied territories, and conducted extensive research on the currency circulating in the occupied territories, both overtly and covertly.

They also collected information on the prices of goods and the circulation of money in many national control areas.

The Mission includes several financial and monetary experts.

All this made Chen Miao feel that the purpose of this economic observation group was not as simple as simply negotiating secretly with the new government, and there might be more important tasks, but he couldn't see a reason for it for a while.

He wondered what he was going to do with the report when he got back.

The next day's visit was arranged by the Liang Hongzhi government in Nanjing, and the dispatched troops only arranged for people to accompany and be responsible for the security work, and all of them were dressed in civilian clothes.

The visits were conducted in small groups, and the reporters accompanying Chen Miao would choose the groups and destinations they were interested in.

In the first few groupings, Chen Miao and Xiao Yuan were in a group, and the two became familiar with each other because of this, and this time was no exception, they were in a group as usual.

Their group, led by a financial and monetary expert named Hengshan, visited several relatively large banks and mints in Nanjing.

These were originally the core secrets of a country, but in front of the aggressors, they could only open their secrets to them.

The wealth that should belong to the Chinese is now being taken by the invaders, what a humiliation, Chen Miao's heart is very heavy along the way.

Obuchi had an unusually large interest in bank vaults and mints, and if he hadn't allowed to take pictures, he might have used up all the film he had with him.

Finally had time, Chen Miao found a public phone and called the phone number given by Lin Shiqun.

About seven or eight seconds later.

After listening to Chen Miao's words, she was silent for a while, and then gave him the address, and asked him to meet at seven o'clock in the evening on a painting boat called "Yilan" on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

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