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Chapter 1345 One hundred thousand dollars

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    The first photo shows a cruel scene during the Battle of Songhu. A child who was still young and could not walk was sitting on the edge of the street.

    Next to the child, two corpses were lying, one male and one female.

    Although the woman had died, she still opened her arms towards the child and tried to take the child into her arms. There was still infinite love and affection on her face.

    Behind this cruel picture is Shanghai burning in the flames of war.

    Rows of houses have collapsed, and thick smoke has covered the sky and sun, reaching into the night sky.

    Zhong Yi lowered his head, looking at the photos on the slide projector, and choked for a long time.

    The students, alumni, faculty and staff in the school auditorium and even the military cadets who came from afar could not help but feel moved because soldiers gave people the impression of being steely men. They did not expect that soldiers also have soft spots in their hearts and that soldiers would also shed tears.  , and the tears made people feel so distressed.

    After a long while, Zhong Yi turned around and wiped away his tears, then continued to show the photo.

    The second photo shows photos of people fleeing during the Battle of Nanjing.

    In the picture, from the front of the camera to the end of the field of view, there is a mass of people. Almost everyone is in a hurry and looks panicked. Among them, the most worrying thing is a child on the right side of the camera.

    This child is only four or five years old at most, and his understanding of the world is still very ignorant. If it were in peaceful times, this age would be the time to act like a spoiled child in the arms of his parents.

    But the child in the camera has already packed up his bags and started to escape.

    There was a huge luggage carried on the small body. I don¡¯t know what was inside, but I could tell it was very heavy. It bent the child¡¯s shoulders and back, but the child still moved forward stubbornly without stopping for a moment.

    Behind the child, there were countless fleeing people, but no one came to help.

    It¡¯s not that these people are cold-blooded, but that they are powerless because they carry heavy luggage on their hands, shoulders and even their backs, even their own children.

    The third photo is of a child.

    A child who has reached school age is standing in front of the collapsed school, feeling sad. The child even has a schoolbag on his shoulders and a book in his hand, but his school has collapsed.

    From the collapsed ruins, you can faintly see a few hands, which should be his classmates.

    Zhong Yi spread out the three photos one by one, and then said with tears: "Gentlemen and ladies, have you seen it?"

    ¡°This is China, this is what China is suffering at the moment, this is the cruel existential crisis that China¡¯s children are suffering at the moment.¡±

    "While your children are hiding in your arms and acting coquettishly, our children are crying under the gunfire."

    "When your children pick up their schoolbags and go to school, our children can no longer find a calm desk."

    "While your children can enjoy a peaceful lunch break, our children must pack up their bags and head for the distant Southwest."

    Looking at the photo and imagining what it would be like if it were their own child, many alumni and even students shed tears. They felt deeply sad for the child in the photo.

    "Mr. Zhong, what happened to these children?"

    "Yes, Mr. Zhong, have these children been rescued?"

    "Mr. Zhong, please tell me what is happening with the children of those people, please."

    The noise in the auditorium became louder, and Zhong Yi could only raise his hand and give it a weak squeeze.

    When the auditorium fell silent again, Zhong Yicai said: "It's a pity. I don't know how the children in the photo are doing now. Are they alive? Or have they died in the war? I don't know."

    "Because by the time we got these photos, things had changed."

    "Don't blame the photographers, because as far as I know, the photographers who took these photos are no longer in this world. In order to record these atrocities, many photographers paid the price with their lives."

    "But what I want to tell you is that the same thing happens every day in China."

    ¡°In China, thousands of families are broken up every day because of the Japanese invasion.¡±

    "Every day, thousands of children are made homeless due to the Japanese invasion. At a young age, they must embark on a long journey of escape alone."

    ¡°As a soldier, my duty is to protect them,Kill enemies on the battlefield.  "

    "But now, I have been sent to the United States by the government to introduce you to this war."

    "This is not because our government is stupid, nor is it because I have nothing to do."

    "But, butwell, I'll just say it, but we need help."

    "We in China are too poor and too weak. Although our land is vast and our population is large, our national strength is very weak. We can no longer defeat the invaders on our own. We need your help, even if it is just the most.  This insignificant help is also a timely help for the Chinese people!"

    ¡°So, for the love of God, please be generous! Thank you!¡±

    With Zhong Yi¡¯s voice, Xiao Bing appeared under the stage with several staff members holding donation boxes, and then walked past the VIP seats in the front row.

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    Two hours later, a Lincoln slowly drove towards Commodus Manor.

    In the back seat of the Lincoln car, Zhong Yi leaned in Xiao Bing's arms with a face full of pain.

    Xiao Bing hugged Zhong Yi's neck like his own child, with a doting look on his face.

    "Brother Yi, you have been wronged today." Xiao Bing said distressedly while caressing Zhong Yi's cheek.

    "Grieved?" Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "I am not aggrieved at all. If I could have such a gain every day, I would be a thousand times or ten thousand times more grievance than this."

    Today¡¯s harvest is undoubtedly huge.

    After the public speech, the alumni of Cornell University donated generously, and the total donation exceeded US$100,000.

    This is just the beginning. In the coming time, McConaughey will also arrange a series of public speeches, and it is said that he will finally arrange a speech for him to be broadcast live in Times Square in New York to the United States.

    Zhong Yi has reason to believe that after such a round, the amount of money raised will never be small.

    At this time, old Commodus, who was sitting in the opposite seat, suddenly said: "Mr. Zhong, if you listen to me and raise funds in the name of the mysterious author of Harry Potter, your harvest today will definitely be more than 100,000!"

    Zhong Yi thought with a thought: "How much more do you think it can be than now?"

    "It's hard to say how much more, but I think ten times more is fine. Americans are not unsympathetic, but it's hard to impress them if you simply suffer miserably. But if you are a best-selling author they like, if you  They are your biggest fans, and that makes a big difference right away.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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