The first photo shows the cruel scenes of the Battle of Shanghai, where a child who was young and could not walk was sitting on the edge of the street.

Next to the child, two corpses were lying horizontally, one man and the other woman.

Although the woman had already breathed, she still opened her arms to the child, trying to embrace the child in her arms, and her face still retained infinite love.

Behind this cruel picture is Shanghai burning in the war.

Rows of houses have collapsed, thick smoke covering the sky and the sun, and it goes straight into the clouds.

Zhong Yi lowered his head and looked at the photos on the slide projector, and he was choking for a long time.

The students, alumni, faculty and staff and even the military academy students from afar were moved, because the soldiers gave people the impression of being a man of steel. They did not expect that there was a soft place in the hearts of soldiers, and soldiers would cry, and it was so distressing to shed tears.

After a while, Zhong Yi turned his head to wipe away the tears and continued to display the photos.

The second photo shows the photos of the people's escape during the Battle of Nanjing.

In the picture, from the front of the camera to the end of the field of view, everyone was covered with dark people, almost everyone was in a hurry and looked panicked, and the most heartbreaking thing was a child on the right side of the camera.

This child is only four or five years old at most, and he is still very ignorant of the world. If he is in peace, he is the time to act coquettishly in his parents' arms.

But the child in the camera has already carried his bags and started to escape.

The little body was carrying a huge bag on his back. I didn't know what was inside, but I could tell that it should be very heavy. It bent the child's entire shoulders, but the child was still moving forward stubbornly without stopping.

There are countless people who flee in front of and behind the child, but no one comes to help.

It is not that these people are cold-blooded, but that they are powerless, because they are carrying heavy luggage on their hands, shoulders and even their own children.

The third photo is still a child.

A child who is already in school age is standing in front of the collapsed school, feeling sad. The child even carried a schoolbag on his shoulder and a book in his hand, but his school has collapsed.

From the collapsed ruins, you can see a few pairs of hands, which should be his classmate.

Zhong Yi put the three photos out in a word, then said in tears: "Gentlemen, ladies, have you seen it?"

"This is China, this is the suffering China is suffering, and this is the cruel survival crisis that Chinese children are suffering."

"When your children hide in your arms and act coquettishly, our children are crying in the fire."

"When your children carried their schoolbags to school, our children could no longer find a peaceful desk."

"When your children can enjoy a peaceful lunch break, our children must carry their bags and step into the distant southwest."

Looking at the photos, I imagined that if it was their own children, many alumni and even students on the scene shed tears, and they felt deeply sad for the children in the photos.

"Mr. Zhong, how did these children do afterwards?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhong, have these children been rescued?"

"Mr. Zhong, please tell me what the children of those children are doing now, please."

The noise in the auditorium became louder, and Zhong Yi could only raise his hand and press it down.

After the auditorium calmed down again, Zhong Yi said: "I am very sorry. I don't know how the children in the photo are doing now. Are they alive or have died in the war, I don't know."

"Because when we get these photos, it has changed."

"Don't blame the photographer, because as far as I know, the photographers who took these photos are no longer in this world. In order to record these atrocities, many photographers have paid the price of their lives."

"But what I want to tell you is that the same thing happens in China every day."

"In China, thousands of families are broken every day due to the Japanese invasion."

"There are thousands of children every day who are homeless due to the Japanese invasion. At a young age, they have to embark on the road of escape that is far away from thousands of miles away."

"As a soldier, my duty is to protect them and kill enemies on the battlefield."

"But now, I'm sent to the United States by the government to introduce you to this war."

"It's not because our government is stupid, nor because I have nothing to do."

"But, but...well, I'll just say it, but we need help."

"Our China is too poor and too weak. Although our territory is vast and our population is large, our national strength is very weak. We can no longer defeat the invaders by ourselves. We need your help, even if it is just the most insignificant help, for the Chinese people, it is a timely help!"

"So, for God's sake, please donate generously! Thank you!"

Accompanied by Zhong Yi's voice, Xiao Bing and several staff members appeared in the audience with donation boxes, and then walked past the VIP seats in the front row one by one.

...

Two hours later, a Lincoln car slowly drove towards Commod Manor.

In the back seat of Lincoln's car, Zhong Yi leaned in Xiao Bing's arms with pain on his face.

Xiao Bing hugged Zhong Yi's neck, like he was hugging his own child, with a full face full of pampering.

"Brother Yi, you are wronged today." Xiao Bing said with pain while gently stroked Zhong Yi's cheek.

"Withful?" Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "I am not wronged at all. If I could have such gains every day, I would be willing to do it a thousand times or ten thousand times more than this."

Today's harvest is undoubtedly huge.

After the public speech, Kang University alumni donated generously, and the total donation amounted to more than 100,000 US dollars.

This is just the beginning. In the next time, McConaughey will also arrange a series of public speeches, and it is said that he will be arranged for him to be broadcast live on the National Radio in Times Square in New York.

Zhong Yi has reason to believe that after walking like this, the amount raised will never be less.

At this time, Old Commod, who was sitting opposite the seat, suddenly said: "Mr. Zhong, if you listen to me and raise funds in the name of the mysterious author of Harry Potter, today's harvest will definitely be more than 100,000!"

Zhong Yi said in his heart: "Do you think it can be much more than now?"

"It's hard to say more or less, but I think it's okay to have ten times more. Americans are not without sympathy, but it's still hard to impress them if you're a bestselling writer they like, and if they're your super fans, the situation will be very different immediately."
Chapter completed!