After Roosevelt learned that China refused, he was a little sad. The situation in the United States is now in a very crisis. Without foreign aid, it would be impossible to beat Japan.

Japan has a large number of troops here, and new aircraft and tanks are coming soon. When they purchase Chinese weapons, they may face a situation of being evenly matched, which is not beneficial to the United States.

"The only way to help is Yan'an. If they are willing to bomb the Japanese island and the Japanese troops close to our Alaska, then they will be able to cut off Japan's logistics line. This is very important.

But we still can't convince China, because China has just occupied the other side, and now they have not repaired the airport. Now Chinese troops seem to be attacking the Korean Peninsula. If they can really capture the Korean Peninsula, then they can take off bombers there and bomb Japanese Island, but it will take time!" Marshall said to Roosevelt.

"We must ask for help from China, and we must ask for help. Otherwise, our country will be very dangerous. Moreover, if our United States is defeated, it is not a good thing for them. I think they must help us. It depends on how we convince China, especially Yan'an!" Roosevelt sat there and said seriously.

"Do you see if we invite the Chinese commander to come to the United States to let them understand our country, and maybe it can help us!" a member of the cabinet looked at Roosevelt and said.

"What do you mean is to invite two Chinese commanders to come to our side?" Roosevelt asked.

"Yes!" the people heard it and nodded.

"Yeah~" Roosevelt heard it, thought it carefully, nodded, and then looked at Marshall. Marshall heard it and nodded.

"Okay, see if Stilwell can let the Chinese commander come to our China. I think we will be more likely to talk to you at that time!" Roosevelt said.

"In fact, Chinese in the United States may be the least worried about being defeated by Japan, because Chinese in Canada dare not kill any of them. Japanese prisoners in China need millions.

If the Chinese knew that they were killing those Chinese overseas, then China would definitely not give up. Many of the people left in Southeast Asia are Chinese, and the Japanese dare not arrest them.

In the early days, a group of people were arrested, but according to our knowledge, even the Chinese in Taiwan, they dare not send them to the front line now, they are all at the back, and they are afraid that China will settle the score with them when the time comes!" A member of the cabinet looked at Roosevelt and the others and said.

"Now those Chinese are also inquiring about information for us on the front line. It is said that they are arrested and Japan dare not kill them!" Marshall also spoke.

"The Chinese have improved their status in the United States. We have abolished many bills that are unfavorable to them!" Roosevelt asked as he looked at the members of the cabinet.

"Like like us white Americans, we enjoy all rights, and Chinese people have helped us in the United States a lot. Now they are all running merchant ships. Even if the Japanese find out, they just check it on the ship. As long as it is not arms, they dare not detain it!

The Chinese will carry important materials in the goods and sell them to us. They also take the risk of doing this. If the Chinese had not imported so much materials from China, we in the United States would have lacked a lot of important materials, and the Chinese were also on the battlefield to help us.

In addition, they donated a lot of money," said the cabinet member to Roosevelt.

"That's good!" Roosevelt nodded and said,

Nowadays, Chinese people are very helpful to the United States and have a high status. Outside, many Chinese people help the Americans. They have contacts with the country to see what supplies they can buy.

In Los Angeles, many merchant ships docked and transported supplies.

"Jack, can you really get flour?" Several young American students stood there, surrounding a young Chinese.

"There are many Chinese merchant ships in the port. I'll ask. I heard that they have brought flour over. If possible, I think I can buy it!" The Chinese man named Jack said.

"If I could buy it, could I bring a bag for me? Our family hasn't seen white flour for a long time. You also know that those white flours were sent to the front line, and we were eating cornmeal afterwards.

Don't worry, we will definitely give it to you!" a girl said to Jack.

"I can't guarantee it now. I'll go and ask for it before I know!" Jack was a little embarrassed.

He is now a college student and is classmates with these people. A few days ago, Jack invited them to play at his home. They knew that they still use white flour to make bread. They were quite surprised.

After arriving at the school, they asked Jack where he got the white flour. Jack said that his father bought it from the port, and later they went to look for it.

But no one sold them. The flour was transported away by military vehicles as soon as it arrived at the port and was sent to the army. Later, Jack had no choice but to say he could try it himself later.

Because the Chinese in the port will not be sold to the Americans easily, not discriminating against them, but they have signed a contract with the American troops, and the white flour must be handed over to the troops.

"I'll go over and ask first, don't worry. If I can buy it, I will definitely buy it for you. Is it OK?" Jack said to the students.

"I'll get you money. My mother heard that you can buy white flour, so I'll give it to me!" a girl said.

"Me too!"

"So too!" Several other white Americans heard this and paid for it.

"No, I have money. My dad works in the port. I have pocket money. You guys wait for me, I'll go and see, I'll come back later!" Jack did not take the money from his classmates for the first time, but walked directly to the port. They followed behind him, but he didn't dare to get too close.

Jack was walking on Harbor Avenue and saw trucks of supplies being sent away, with white flour on the car.

He walked along the direction where the vehicles were coming and walked to the front of the warehouse in the port.

"Hey, hey, what's the kid in front of you?" Jack was still looking at him, and heard someone calling him, still in Chinese.

Just take a look!" Jack also said in Chinese.

"You are Chinese, I know you are Chinese, and it looks like you!" A middle-aged man in the distance said with a smile, and when the others heard it, they also laughed.

"Come here, kid!" Another slightly older man also called Jack over.

"What's the name?" asked the person next to him.

"Liu Zhiqiang!" Jack said, his Chinese name was Liu Zhiqiang.

"Oh, what's wrong? Why did you come here and find a job?" the man asked at the beginning.

"I think I'm thinking!" Jack, Liu Zhiqiang, spoke.

"Have you read a book, will you count?" asked another person.

"I know, I've studied, and I'm going to college here now!" Liu Zhiqiang said.

"Do you have to work? Get one for you right away, 100 yuan a month, US dollars. You know that we can hire people in China for only 20 yuan. The salary for 100 yuan in the United States is not low. Your teacher probably has seven or eight hundred dollars a year!" The man said before.

"No, no, I haven't found it so quickly to buy some white noodles. I haven't eaten white noodles for a long time! I haven't eaten it at home!" Liu Zhiqiang said immediately.

"No white noodles are eaten? What are you eating?" the older man looked at Liu Zhiqiang and said.

"Corn flour requires potatoes! And our country's pumpkin!" Liu Zhiqiang said. He remembered that when his family was poor when his family was young, he also ate pumpkins to satisfy his hunger.

"Oh, wait!" A man ran in.

"If you want white face, you come here. Didn't you know before?" the old man asked Liu Zhiqiang.

"I don't know, I came here just after I heard someone else's words!" Liu Zhiqiang shook his head and said.

"Hey, this silly boy, I want white flour in the future. If I can't buy it outside, I come to us. Now we are all from Southeast Asia and our country to transport white flour. Boy, the profit is high!" The old man said to Liu Zhiqiang with a smile.

"If you don't have money, you won't be tired when you come here to work. Look at the Americans inside and help us work. There are 3 kilograms of white flour a day. Now the white flour is 5 US dollars and 10 kilograms.

They came to work, which was worth more than outside. It was calculated to be forty or fifty dollars a month. If they did it, they could give it more." Another person said to Liu Zhiqiang.

"Well, do you still want people? I have a few friends, and they want to do it too!" Liu Zhiqiang thought of his classmates.

"Yes, as long as the people brought by our country, we have to have work every day!" said the old man.

"Can I come here too? Account!" Liu Zhiqiang said immediately.

"100 USD, you can also choose white flour, you can choose it yourself!" the old man said.

"Come on, young man, can you carry it? My big bag is probably 70 kilograms! By the way, kid, carry it out and speak Chinese. If anyone dares to steal yours, you will come back and take us there to kill him. Do you know, no one in the whole of Los Angeles dares to steal us Chinese!" The man came over with a big bag of white flour.

"Ah, thank you, thank you, I'll give you money!" Liu Zhiqiang wanted to pay the money.

"What money do you want? I haven't eaten yet. Silly boy, our country is good now. If you have time, go back to the motherland to take a look!" The man said to Liu Zhiqiang.

"Now our country is the place where the Japanese devils have just driven away. It's still a bit bitter. Other places are no longer so bitter. They can have enough food. I dare not say that they have a meal every day, but there is still a meal a day. Take the child and go home and make a delicious meal. Go quickly. If you need white noodles, come here!" The others said to Liu Zhiqiang. (To be continued.)

"I want to visit it on your phone."
Chapter completed!