roccoschili Chapter 469 The Patriotism of Shanghai Surnames
Chapter 469 The Patriotism of Shanghai Surnames
Chapter 469 The Patriotism of Shanghai People
On the main streets, there were many people willing to take out money to support the front lines.
Most of them are ordinary citizens.
He was dressed simply and looked pale.
At this critical moment for the nation, these ordinary people, even those in dire need, still contributed what little money they had left.
Ye Shaohong also noticed that among the people who donated money to support the front lines, there was an old man with a broken leg.
His hair and beard were completely white, and his face was covered with wrinkles. When he walked, his feet moved slowly and unevenly.
But the old man did not hesitate or back down at all. He slowly walked through the crowd and came to a student who was holding a donation box. His fingers trembled slightly as he took out a cloth bag wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, took out more than a dozen silver dollars, and put them into the donation box.
"Thank you, grandpa."
"You're a good person, you'll live to be a hundred."
The student holding the donation box was also very sensible; upon seeing this scene, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Even amidst the crowd, the student, holding a donation box, still bent down and bowed deeply to the white-haired old man to express his gratitude.
And what about the elderly?
Upon hearing the student's words, he first smiled, then shook his head.
"Good boy."
"Grandpa is getting old and doesn't ask for a long life. He just wants to see the soldiers drive the invaders out." "You too, you must study hard."
After saying that, the white-haired old man turned and left.
Following closely behind him was a woman in her thirties, holding a cane.
Looking at her filthy face, her pale cheeks, and her thin body, it's not hard to tell that she must be a refugee who has just fled into the French Concession.
Tears still lingered on her face.
The woman walked up to the student who was holding a donation box, lowered her head, and took a rope off her neck.
An old, rustic gold ring hung on the rope.
This was probably the last valuable thing she owned, and even though she had been reduced to begging on the streets, she didn't sell it.
obviously.
This gold ring must hold some kind of sentiment or longing in the woman's heart.
Is it a family heirloom?
Or perhaps, it was a token of love given to her by her husband when they got married?
Ye Shaohong was unable to make a judgment.
He only saw that the woman took out the gold ring and held it in her hand, as if she was recalling something.
Because of the forceful gripping motion, the woman's fingers turned somewhat pale.
Finally, she let go.
He glanced at the student holding the donation box, chuckled softly, and placed the gold ring in his hand into the donation box.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
"You are a good person, you will be rewarded."
The student was very understanding and thanked them with a slight smile.
"Good fortune?" "Perhaps there will be, but I can no longer see any hope."
"My family has all died at the hands of the Japanese devils. I'm all alone now, all alone..."
The woman left, muttering to herself.
Behind her, a middle-aged man carrying a little girl came up.
The man wore thick-rimmed black glasses.
As the middle-aged man approached the donation box, he stopped and turned to look at the little girl in his arms.
The little girl blinked her big eyes and slowly stretched out her palm.
In her small palm were two silver dollars.
Under the watchful eyes of the students and Ye Shaohong, the little girl loosened her grip, and two silver dollars fell into the donation box.
"Beat the bad guys! Beat the bad guys!"
Just then, a dozen or so ragged figures approached from a distance, each carrying a wooden stick in one hand and a broken bowl in the other.
After weaving through the crowd, the dozen or so beggars arrived at the donation box.
They didn't make a fuss.
They were very disciplined and formed two lines, and then a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face stepped forward.
He was holding a patched cloth bag in his arms.
There was no intention to create an atmosphere.
After the middle-aged man stepped forward, he opened the cloth bag in his arms and poured all the silver dollars and copper coins into the donation box.
"This... is all of our inventory."
"Tell the brothers on the front lines to live well and drive the Japanese devils away!"
Such scenes are happening all over this street, in every corner.
Inside the houses on both sides.
Hearing the students' slogans and seeing them walk by, some people opened their windows.
Instead of getting down, they tossed the valuables away.
It landed on the bed sheet that was being held high by a dozen or so people in the crowd.
There.
Lying there were thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, and also men and women, wearing necklaces, earrings, rings, watches, and more, some new and some old.
What surprised Ye Shaohong the most was that, outside the marching students and workers, there were hundreds of gangsters dressed in black and holding sharp knives.
They were consciously maintaining order.
They were protecting the students inside.
The large group moved slowly forward. After the students and workers passed by, the people who appeared made Ye Shaohong freeze on the spot.
What did he see?
He saw hundreds of well-dressed women.
Judging from their clothing and appearance, it's easy to tell that these women are pitiful people who rely on their bodies to make a living.
But at this moment, on this day, none of these women wore heavy makeup.
They also lacked the worldliness that comes with long-term exposure to the world.
Yes, there were tears.
It's anger.
They weren't carrying donation boxes, probably because they were worried that their identities would attract the disdain of passersby.
Only the dozen or so women at the front of the group carried pipa (a type of Chinese lute).
He walked along, plucking the strings of his instrument. The melody was powerful and resonant.
That was an ambush from all sides.
Next came a series of vehicles, each carrying a simply dressed man.
They are collecting items donated by passersby along the roadside.
Rice, wheat flour, millet...
Potatoes, eggplants, peppers, green beans...
There were also clean clothes, and cured meat and chicken that Shanghainese had saved up for the whole family to eat during the Spring Festival.
After seeing so many, tears welled up in Ye Shaohong's eyes.
He raised his head.
She gently wiped away her tears, then turned and left without hesitation.
He walked through the large parade and finally arrived at Huiquan Restaurant, where Xiao Zhengguo and Chi Tiecheng were disguised, and knocked on the door.
"How are you preparing?"
"Section Chief, everything is ready. We can take action tonight."
"This time, we acquired over 100 kilograms of TNT on the black market. Combined with our previous stockpile, if the operation succeeds, we'll definitely be able to send all those Japanese devils in the Army and Navy Commands to the sky."