He didn't know what he was feeling when he finished reading it, until he turned to the last page and gently placed the notebook on the table.

The moment he put down the notebook, his body swayed slightly, and he took a few steps back, looking as if he had aged more than ten years. He hunched over and, with the help of his assistant, slowly sat down in the chair.

Old Chen took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse. "Thank you."

Su Ran looked at Old Chen, and she understood and was well aware of the unforgettable nature of that period of history.

Especially people like them.

Those who lived around that era, or those who experienced that history.

Old Chen looked up and was blinded by the dazzling light; tears welled up in his eyes, almost uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down Old Chen's wrinkled face. No one in the hall spoke; everyone remained silent, seemingly mourning the departed people and the fallen heroes.

"Su girl, do you know how miserable they were back then?"

Old Chen sat to the side with vacant eyes, muttering to himself, "Those vile people mercilessly slashed their chests with sharp blades, strung children together, and used their lives as a game to compete with them."

"Their vow to never confess, their absolute refusal to admit guilt, and every disgusting smile they flashed serve as a reminder of that painful past."

"More than 300,000 people, the entire city's population... just... just gone like that."

The moment Old Chen lowered his head, he covered his face, which was etched with the marks of time, with both hands. His body trembled. Su Ran knew that this old man, renowned for his iron will, was crying.

Of course she knew.

The number 300,000.

What profound significance does it hold for every Chinese person?

This string of numbers is something every Chinese person should remember.

Su Ran said in a deep voice, "Old Chen, China will definitely stand tall and prosper in the world."

That history is not something later generations can forgive on behalf of their ancestors. She only hopes that China will prosper and become strong enough to be respected by everyone in the world.

Old Chen remained silent for a moment before finally raising his head. The turbidity in his eyes gradually cleared, and then he smiled. "Su girl is right. China will definitely get better and better, and stronger and stronger."

Su Ran pursed her lips and nodded. Old Chen gradually came to his senses and handed over the items.

In response to the gift-giving, following instructions from the state, they reciprocated with a piece of porcelain presented as a state gift.

Kyle was a little confused, but when he heard Old Chen say, "It's just a small gift, nothing special," he figured it couldn't be too valuable, so he took it and put it aside, continuing his conversation with Old Chen.

Su Ran's gaze fell on the porcelain, which could be considered a promise from China to him.

If they encounter any difficulties, China will definitely provide strong assistance with this porcelain, and Dongfeng will even wait for their entire family for an hour.

Very few people receive porcelain as a national gift; there was Bai Qiuen before, Rabe later, and now Kyle.

The porcelain presented as a national gift is porcelain bound by blood ties, and can be used by all descendants of Kyle.

...

Mr. Chen and Kyle had a very pleasant conversation. With Mr. Chen's warm welcome and his great interest in the capital of China, Kyle decided to go and see it all.

The two saw Kyle off.

Old Chen turned around and looked at Su Ran, "Su girl has done such an important thing, the higher-ups will give you a reward."

Upon hearing this, Su Ran smiled and shook her head, "Mr. Chen, as a citizen of China, this identity is the best gift, nothing else is needed."

Old Chen looked at Su Ran with increasing affection. Such a young child, yet so devoted to China. How could China possibly let her down?

...

The two talked for a long time, from the past history to the present development and then to the future.

Su Ran declined Old Chen's invitation to stay for a meal, as she had to go to Japan, the land of cherry blossoms.

Su Qingjiu stood aside, and Old Chen did not keep her any longer. He only encouraged Su Ran to come and visit him often for tea and a chat, since he genuinely liked such a visionary junior.

With a vision, perspective, and awareness far surpassing other young people, Old Chen has spent most of his life alone.

His wife passed away due to illness, and he never remarried.

Having spent most of her life caring for her old man, Su Ran was well aware of Old Chen's situation. She repeatedly assured him that she would come to see him after she finished her work before she was able to leave.

...

Back in the car.

Su Qingjiu instructed the driver to head to the airport, noticing the weariness in the young lady's eyes, "Would you like something to eat first, Miss?"

Su Ran leaned back in her chair to relax her mind. "Let's fly to Japan first. Did Mr. Kyle leave anyone with him?"

"Su Yi is following Mr. Kyle's lead. He has already sent a mercenary group to communicate with the Sakura Country regarding the matter. In addition, he has also hired three mercenary groups to go to the Sakura Country."

Su Ran couldn't help but gasp. Sending a mercenary group to communicate was a bit underhanded, but she liked it.

"Does Song Shiyan have any connections in Japan? I'm too lazy to spend time getting weapons."

Su Qingjiu was not clear about this, but according to the information he had found before, his arms dealing business was quite extensive.

Because of the things I was carrying, I traveled by private jet this time, and the same applies to my trip to Japan.

"I'll get in touch with them then."

Su Ran nodded upon hearing this and leaned back in her chair, pretending to doze off.

...

After arriving at the airport, I didn't stay in the lounge for long before boarding the plane. The people on the plane were also informed, and after the plane was flying smoothly in the air, they began serving meals.

After finishing her meal, Su Ran went to her room to rest.

Meanwhile, Su Qingjiu also began contacting Song Shiyan.

I dialed the number, but waited for a long time without getting through. Just before the call was about to end, I suddenly heard a male voice.

Who is it?

Su Qingjiu wasn't angry about this. "Mr. Song, I wonder if you have any business dealings in Japan?" (meaning, do you have any business dealings there?)

Song Shiyan did not immediately respond to Su Qingjiu's words, but instead asked something else, "Where is your young lady?"

Su Qingjiu did not reply. After a long silence, Song Shiyan's voice rang out again, "Her subordinates are really boring."

"Tell me, how much do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingjiu briefly explained what was needed and set a location.

Then.

The call was then disconnected.

Su Qingjiu didn't show much emotion. He simply put his phone aside, glanced at the young lady's room, paused for a few seconds, and then looked away.

He's a man; he understands Song Shiyan.

It was nothing more than his interest in the young lady. Thinking of this, Su Qingjiu silently made a note of it, trying to minimize the number of times the young lady would encounter that man.

On the other side is Song Shiyan.

He hung up the phone as soon as he heard the address, not wanting to hear another word of nonsense from the other end.

But he was quite honest and instructed his men to arrange the weapons.

He initially thought it was Su Ran calling, but after seeing how long the phone rang, he knew it wasn't her.

Su Ran only rested in the room for a while, and when she came out, Su Qingjiu was still busy.

The assistants and directors we purchased earlier are currently with Su Bufan, but we don't know which one Qingjiu wants.

Su Qingjiu saw the young lady come out and had some snacks brought to her. "Miss."