Chapter 8 This is not an era of romance and fantasy

  "I'm exhausted, I'll never do this kind of troublesome and laborious business again." In the cramped rental room, Yang Feng was sweating profusely as he lay amidst a pile of small goods, checking one by one for production dates, manufacturers, and other information, before using correction fluid to erase them.

  He was so focused on making money that he completely forgot about these things, fortunately, being delayed at home for a few days, he remembered and quickly wiped his butt.

  Also told family that I will be on a business trip soon and going to Tibet, where the signal is poor, so don't call unless necessary.

  Otherwise, I'll be out for at least a week. What if my mom calls and can't find me? It's troublesome. So it went on until Sunday, when I drove into an industrial park with a sly look.

  This place is the political achievement project of the former secretary, in several square kilometers of standardized factory buildings, a total of seven or eight small factories are added together and figuratively crowned as Ghost City.

  Found a factory with all doors and windows stolen, the yard was filled with construction waste. After sneaking in, I stepped on the gas pedal, and the small van loaded with goods suddenly rushed into the Republic of China era.

  A refreshing gust of air hit him in the face, and he felt invigorated all at once. Then, he let out a wolf-like howl: "The ocean, I'm coming!"

  The Chevrolet sedan drove on the streets of Beiping without causing any surprise to passersby. It was 1932, and Chevrolet's annual production had already exceeded one million, so Chinese people were no longer surprised by cars.

  The little cart stopped steadily in front of Yang Wenbin's gate, and almost at the same time, the door opened from inside. Yang Jing, wearing a blue scarf, came out with her small hands, her delicate face frozen bright red.

  "Ah!" She let out a soft cry of surprise, her eyes sparkling with delight.

  "Uncle, you're back!" she said softly.

  Yang Feng smiled and looked at her with a smile, making her face even redder.

  "Bang!" A pink bicycle appeared before her, its chrome-plated wheel rim gleaming in the sunlight, a simple and elegant body, small and delicate wheels, and a pure white basket, causing the girl to let out another cry of surprise!

  "It's yours!" Yang Feng said gently.

  The girl's heart almost melted.

  "No, no, this is too expensive, I...I don't want it." The young girl said weakly, pinching the hem of her dress with a helpless expression.

  "That uncle got angry!" Yang Feng said with feigned displeasure.

  The little girl was even more at a loss.

  "Has your brother come back?" Just then, Yang Wenbin's wife walked out from inside.

  "Is this your car?" She stared at the small van in shock.

  Yang Feng then pulled out a large package from the driver's cab.

  "Come on, sister-in-law, go take a look at the gifts I brought for you and your brother!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

  A thick, long down jacket, shiny half-high-heeled leather shoes, and soft, warm thermal underwear made this thirty-something woman with a forehead full of wrinkles look as flustered as her daughter.

  "Brother, this...this costs too much money, we can't afford it." The woman's eyes had a hint of tears, and she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve.

  "Ah, come on, sister-in-law, don't be polite. I'm going to sell these in large quantities later, so of course we should wear them first as family members. Quick, get Xiaojing to change into one too and see if it fits." Yang Feng said.

  When Yang Jing stood in front of him after changing her clothes, Yang Feng's heart was like being hammered, and it made a loud thud.

  A white down jacket with a furry hood, black jeans, and a pair of black ankle boots on her feet, paired with short hair that reached her ears, rosy cheeks, looking lovely like a flower in the sunlight after the rain.

  "This is what they call a lotus emerging from clear water!" He swallowed his saliva quietly.

  As for her mother, there was nothing to worry about. A housewife who had not bought new clothes for several years suddenly put on a dress she had never dreamed of, and was so excited that she didn't even notice Yang Feng's eyes staring at her daughter with a sly gaze.

  "These pants are so tight!" Yang Jing said softly, lowering her head.

  She actually meant to say, "How can this pair of pants be like this? It's so embarrassing to wear it out!"

  "These are America's most popular jeans. By the way, weren't you going out just now? Where to, I'll take you!" Yang Feng is now eager to go out alone with her.

  "Ah! Yin-yin and the others are raising funds for the Righteous Brave Army today! I must hurry over!" She suddenly remembered.

  "Go, I'll ride you over!" Yang Feng's heart burst into bloom.

  Rode a folding Little Phoenix, conveniently took out the warm underwear for Lin Yin and Xiner from the car, thought for a moment and brought out a loudspeaker, all stuffed into the front basket.

  Then suddenly thought of something, from the driver's room again took out two fluffy white small rabbits and handed them to Yang Jing.

  "What is this!" Yang Jingai held it in her arms and couldn't bear to let go.

  "Gloves!" Yang Feng said casually.

  Yang Jing only then discovered it was truly gloves.

  "Why don't we drive there?" asked Yang Jing, who was sitting sideways in the back seat, in a very soft voice.

  "The car has been driving for too long and needs a rest." Yang Feng replied with an innocent face.

  Yang Jing seemed to smile faintly behind him, and Yang Feng's heart thumped.

  In the somewhat rippling atmosphere, a pink phoenix bike was folding and unfolding quickly on the road. At this moment, the cold wind of Beijing's winter was so warm, the pedestrians wearing thick clothes by the roadside were so lovely, even the black skin that used to be disliked looked so intimate. In this dreamlike feeling, Yang Feng saw Lin Yin giving a speech on the street from afar.

  "Compatriots, our country is now at the brink of life and death. The iron hooves of Japanese imperialism have trampled all over the Northeast, countless compatriots are struggling under their butcher's knife, countless hot-blooded sons and daughters who refuse to be slaves are using their flesh and blood to bitterly resist in the White Mountains and Black Waters! But what are we doing? What is our government doing? What is our army doing?"

  Lin Yin, wearing a blue school uniform, was holding a paper cone and shouting loudly, with tears on her young and beautiful face.

  Yang Feng's dream has awakened. This is not an era of romance, three months later, countless soldiers will shed their last drop of blood to defend this city.

  Behind the crowd of people gathered, he quietly stopped the car, Yang Jing stood silently beside him, and then Yang Feng raised the loudspeaker.

  "Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves!"

  Let our flesh and blood build our new Great Wall!

  The Chinese nation has reached its most critical moment.

  Everyone is forced to let out their final roar!

  Get up! Get up! Get up!

  Let us unite as one.

  Advance under enemy fire!

  Advance under enemy fire!

  Forward, forward, march!