In order to ensure the safety of Zhang Xudong, the big money sponsor, Director John handed Zhang Xudong a letter.

This letter was written to Colonel Martin, the military attaché of the American Embassy in Osaka.

“Dear Mr. Chairman, when you arrive in Osaka, you can contact Colonel Martin.

Colonel Martin is also from San Francisco, and he and I are old friends.

After seeing this letter, no matter what happens in Fusang, he will give you the greatest help. "

Zhang Xudong took the envelope handed over by John and said:

"Thank you, Chief John. You are very thoughtful."

Zhang Xudong and his group of 40 people did not go to Osaka in a high-profile manner this time.

Although they were on the same airliner, they were seated in groups of three or five.

After getting off the plane, they went through customs in groups of three or four.

After more than ten years of restoration, the streets of Osaka no longer have any traces of post-war fireworks.

Osaka's narrow and crowded streets are lined with tall buildings and bright lights.

Billboards are covered with posters of female artists wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup.

Following the taxi driver's suggestion, Zhang Xudong arrived in Naniwa District in the central area of ​​Osaka.

This is where many Chinese people live in Osaka.

Zhang Xudong waved his hand and directly booked a hotel run by a Chinese.

After arranging for everyone to rest, Zhang Xudong started chatting with the hotel owner.

The boss's name is Wu Dayong. His parents came to Osaka to escape the war during the Republic of China.

"Uncle Wu, what do we Chinese do for a living here?"

Wu Dayong was also a chatterbox. Seeing that the big boss Zhang Xudong was not arrogant, he started talking.

"Boss Zhang, most of us Chinese are rough and uneducated.

Therefore, most people make a living by relying on the three knives left by their ancestors.

Among these three knives, the first one is a kitchen knife.

Those who know how to cook open restaurants with kitchen knives and make our special dishes, and their business is pretty good.

The second knife is a pair of scissors. If you know how to sew, you can open a tailor shop to make a living and have enough food and drink.

The third knife is a razor. If you have this skill, you can open a barber shop and save some money.

For those who don’t know how to do anything else, they can just set up a small stall and sell some small things to make ends meet.”

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting pretty lively, Zhang Xudong started asking questions he wanted to know.

"Boss Wu, you have such a big hotel in the city center.

It seems like you guys are doing pretty well in Osaka."

Wu Dayong chuckled twice and said proudly:

"We are both Chinese, so I won't hide it from you.

Before the war, our Wu family ran a small restaurant. Although we had some family business, it was not this big.

But even that little bit of family property was forcibly confiscated by the Fuso government after the war broke out.

Not only did they seize our property, they also often forced us Chinese to do voluntary labor for them.

Not only that, food must also be rationed.

But the food we usually get, regardless of whether it is good or bad, is not enough to fill our stomachs.

We were so hungry that we had to go to the garbage dump every day to pick up their leftover food to eat in order to avoid starving to death.

Alas, we Chinese had a really miserable life at that time.

Without our property or house, we can only rent a house from local people.

But who could have imagined that when Osaka was bombed, the landlord and his entire family were killed.

Then Fuso announced its surrender, and the status of us Chinese suddenly changed.

When the police were counting the properties later, I registered all the properties of the original landlord under my name.

At this point there is no evidence, so what I say is what it is.

Now I have these industries.

Now that the incident happened more than ten years ago, it’s no big deal to talk about it.

I'm not the only one who does this. Look at my fellow villagers who own property now, almost all of them acquired their property in this way."

Zhang Xudong smiled in surprise after hearing this. It can be said that these people have turned a disaster into a blessing.

"That's fine, let's consider this property as compensation from the Fuso people.

How are you doing now? I heard there are a lot of gangs here. Have you been harassed?"

After hearing what Zhang Xudong said, Wu Dayong sighed and said:

“Originally, the gangs here are just like that, there aren’t that many.

We Chinese live together and are not afraid of them.

But last year, Japan launched a nationwide anti-American campaign.

Prime Minister Nobusuke Kishi was at a loss because of insufficient police force.

The bastard then turned to the gangster boss Dr. Yu Yu for help, and asked the underworld to help the police suppress the protests across the country.

Alas, since then gangs have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Osaka is a commercial city with a large population and many shops, so there is a lot of money to be made.

These gangsters regard this place as a piece of fat meat, so there are more and more of them.

It can be said that in today's Osaka city, there are two or three gangs of varying sizes on every street.

There were gang fights on the street every day.

You chop me and I chop you, causing panic among the people.

In order to protect ourselves, we Chinese have organized ourselves by contributing money and manpower to resist the exploitation and fraud of the underworld.

However, this not only delays everyone from making money,

There will always be injuries and deaths in fighting and killing.

The subsequent medical treatment and compensation also require everyone to contribute money together.

Well, if you calculate it this way, each family will spend a lot of money, but they won't have to deal with the bullying of those gangs."

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