Touching scenes of donation: A large stage was set up at the scene. On both sides of the stage, two large red boxes were placed with a sign that read "Donation Box". Mr. Guo was giving a speech to the crowd below the stage, while Old Wang represented the military in this charity event.

  This charity activity should be a combination of actuality and propaganda, the name of this donation is called "Giving planes to Chinese pilots" activity.

  First, a sixty-year-old elder walked to the stage, surrounded by several bodyguards who supported him with trembling hands. The old man walked in front of the red box and put a huge check into it. Then the host introduced that this elderly was Wuhan's number one businessman, starting industrial salvation from late Qing Dynasty. Today he donated 10,000 yuan. This led to a warm applause. Old Wang felt that the old man also had a hard time, judging by his appearance, he must have been half-paralyzed for a long time, but still insisted on coming to the stage in person to donate.

  Next, a middle-aged man in neat attire walked up to the front of the stage and placed a red cloth package into the donation box. Old Wang thought this person looked familiar and suddenly remembered that he had seen him before at Wangchun River. Old Wang was very curious about how much money this guy donated. He ran backstage to ask Xiaoyu, "I want to see how much some people donated, is the back of the donation box open?"

  The little girl nodded and said, "Mr. Guo is afraid that the donated money has some 'hanging sheep's head and selling dog meat' so he ordered two staff members to do that right now! If you're interested, you can also go over and help."

  Old Wang couldn't help but curse when he found out that this guy had only donated 50 yuan. Fifty yuan seemed like a lot, not even enough to buy a bottle of red wine at a nightclub. Old Wang thought back to the time when his country was hit by a major disaster and a famous real estate developer donated 5 million yuan, which was said to be less than what he made from selling one house. And there was a company that sold cold tea that donated 100 million yuan. A person's contribution to the country and society does not depend on how much money they have, but rather their moral character. Old Wang thought to himself: "This won't do." He had to think of a way to get some more money out of him.

  It was Old Wang's turn to go on stage. The money he had withdrawn from the bank that morning, Old Wang carried a sack and walked onto the donation platform, then snatched the microphone and said: "This is what my comrades in arms heard about the fundraising event and donated all the reward money left over from the daredevil squad. There are thirty brothers, three hundred thousand yuan. Time was tight, so I didn't have time to exchange it for a check."

  Old Wang finished speaking and turned around, pouring the silver coins from his back pocket into the donation box. The fastest search net/ Only to hear the sound of a loud applause, the audience below responded with warm applause. Old Wang turned around and saluted the crowd, thinking to himself: Today's wind is quite strong. As he walked off the stage, the little girl approached him and said, "I didn't expect you big-headed soldiers to have so much money. Is it really the money of the daredevil squad?"

  Old Wang smiled slyly and said: "How can I use that money for donations, it was all earned with the lives of my brothers."

  The little girl pinched Old Wang and said: "You're still pretending to be so real."

  Old Wang said: "Sometimes kind lies are also necessary!"

  "Are all men fond of telling lies?"

  Old Wang felt embarrassed, "This has gone bad, it will have a negative impact on Little Ya's outlook on life and worldview."

  It's time for various companies and shops to donate. Basically, the minimum is also 100 yuan, Old Wang thinks that these businessmen usually talk about money and profits all day long, but at critical moments they can still stand up.

  At this time, a person who was not dressed so brightly walked onto the donation platform. Old Wang thought it was strange and went forward to ask: "Are you also a businessman?"

  That man smiled and replied, "A few months ago I was still a businessman, but not anymore! The Japanese occupied Shanghai and my silk factory went bankrupt. I thought about taking the money to the rear to set up another factory, but now I understand. If the country is gone, what's left of home?! So I'll donate the money for setting up a factory, and from now on, I'll just be a simple farmer in my hometown!"

  Old Wang felt that his tears were circling around his eyes, and it was clear that doing business was this person's ideal. But today he had to abandon his own ideals. How cruel it is to brutally tear apart someone's ideals! Thinking about the past, Chinese football has hurt itself time and again, finally realizing that Chinese football breaking out of Asia and into the world is not a dream, but an illusion. However, my own dreams were shattered by others! Today, this businessman's dreams were shattered, and the person who did it was himself. This undoubtedly made him even more miserable.

  At this time, many people were on stage, squeezing Old Wang to the east and west. At this time, a small beggar wearing tattered clothes was holding several copper coins and squeezed in to donate money. Old Wang felt that the little beggar looked familiar, so he walked up and asked: "Do you want to donate too?"

  The little beggar felt that his money was too little and he was a bit embarrassed. He lowered his head and said, "Those little devils are so hateful, when I get back home, even if I get beaten up, I'll still donate this money. From now on, fighting against the devils will have my contribution." After finishing speaking, he wanted to squeeze inside, at this time he raised his head. Seeing Wang Xiangjun, he called out: "Aren't you Old Wang? When did you mix into the troops and become a soldier?"

  Old Wang also remembered why this little guy knew him. The beggars he knew were that group from Shanghai. This little guy must be someone under Xu Long's command.

  Old Wang pulled the little guy aside and asked: "How did you end up running to Wuhan?"

  The little guy sighed and said, "After you left, we were allowed to beg on that main street, and at first it was not bad. We made more money than on the side streets. But then the devils came in and wouldn't let us beg without distinction. So we followed the refugees and ran to Wuhan. The city of Wuhan is big, and we can barely make a living. Old Wang, how did you end up joining the army?"

  Old Wang scratched his head and said: "This is a long story. Let's talk about it slowly later, have you seen those little brothers of mine?"

  The little guy said with envy: "They! They always come to see us, wearing strange and weird long gowns. I heard they entered some kind of church elementary school. They get food and lodging taken care of, and also get to study. Every time they come back to see us, they bring a lot of food for us! But later we left Shanghai and never saw them again."

  Old Wang thought to himself: He was in a situation where he needed to use people, and although the troops were also his own, they were after all the Nationalist Party's army with their own bottom line. People like Old Zhao and Xu Long, if used well, would be his loyal followers; tomorrow if he told them to assassinate Chiang Kai-shek, they wouldn't have any hesitation.

  Thinking of this, Old Wang asked: "From now on, don't want rice anymore, follow me and mix it up!"

  The little guy stared and said: "Is it going to be a soldier to kill devils?"

  Old Wang said: "About it!"

  The little guy sighed and said: "I'm a girl, which girl goes to the battlefield. I guess that army won't want me either."

  Old Wang didn't think it was too surprising either. A girl with a haircut like that being mistaken for a boy is inevitable.

  "It doesn't matter, our troops are also short of combat nurses, you can learn and be competent too."

  "Really?" said the little guy excitedly. "I'll take you to meet our boss right away."

  After turning several streets and passing through several alleys, I finally arrived at the destination. It's much worse than where I live in Shanghai, at most it can be considered a slum area. There is no one inside.

  The little guy said: "It's still early, I reckon the big guys are still out making money, let's wait a bit."

  The two of them sat on the small bench waiting. Passersby couldn't help but glance at Old Wang's lieutenant colonel uniform, thinking to themselves: When did Xu Long climb up the ranks so high?

  Old Wang was idle and bored, so he told the little guy about his own military experiences. The little guy's eyes widened when he heard Old Wang talk about fighting in Shanghai and defending Nanjing, completely captivated by the heroic atmosphere on the scene. Old Wang thought to himself: When you get to the battlefield later, you can vomit then!

  As the sun began to set in the west, Xu Long appeared at the corner of the street with two children.

  "Xu Long, old friend has come to see you."

  Xu Long stared at Old Wang's military uniform, stunned and unrecognizable, probably also shocked by the huge contrast. He himself was unwilling to admit that as a fellow beggar, others had finally made it out of poverty, while he remained a beggar.

  Two people walked in, and Xulon finally recognized Old Wang and said: "Ah, it's Old Wang! How did you end up in Wuhan? Judging from your clothes, you're doing pretty well!"

  Old Wang smiled and said: "Nonsense. Isn't this just because things are going a bit smoothly that you're thinking of your old brothers again? We've got to take care of our own people."

  Xu Longyi heard that Old Wang was here to take care of himself again and let Old Wang in, saying: "Come on, come on, let's talk inside."

  Two people came into the house and sat down on two broken armchairs. Xu Long said, "Hey, in Shanghai, our grudges..."?

  Old Wang didn't understand things before he got sick and said, "Well, it's all in the past, what's the point of bringing it up? By the way, Old Xu, what are you doing in Wuhan now?"

  Xu Long looked at the several children outside and said: "The little money we saved was all spent after the Japanese came in. I thought that by bribing, we could stay in Shanghai, after all, it's still a home! Who knew it was like trying to scoop water with a bamboo basket - all in vain. This place in Wuhan is not easy to make a living, fortunately, all my subordinates are girls, and these past few days I've been thinking of finding a few families to sell them to. We'll exchange some money and go back to the countryside in Shanghai to do farm work."

  Old Wang said, "No need, I have an office in Xuzhou, and as the leader, what I say goes. Bring a few kids to my place, it's also considered that you've joined the army. From now on, I'll pay you a monthly salary, and I'll give you some money to buy out these kids."

  Xu Long said in doubt: "Really?!"

  Old Wang knew that this kind of street rascal would never believe in something as ridiculous as manna from heaven. With the necessary additional conditions, you say whether this person is guilty or not.

  "But I have a condition. Your work nature is confidential. From now on, you won't be the big brother anymore, and these little brothers will only have me as their big brother."

  Xu Long smiled bitterly and said, "In our line of work, there are rules to follow. Whoever pays the money is the boss. Since you're willing to pay, these kids are all yours now. As for me? The Japanese still owe me money, I'll find a way to get it back!"

  Old Wang said: "So you're saying you agree to work with me?"

  Xu Long nodded and called in a few little girls, saying: "Pay respects to Big Brother."