Harper Collins Press, Zhang Chunru and editor Susan Rabina were talking. Susan Rabina excitedly told Zhang Chunru: "Shao Ziping said at the press conference that you discovered "Rabe Diary" when collecting information for the Nanjing Massacre books. Now the whole world knows that you are writing a book about the Nanjing Massacre, which is the best publicity for this book."

Zhang Chunru also laughed: "But now I feel the pressure is so great, I am afraid that I will let people down. Susan, have you read my manuscript? What do you think?"

Susan Rabina nodded and looked at Zhang Chunru and said, "I'm not particularly satisfied. Some places are written in detail, while others are too simple. The whole story is told without passion."

Zhang Chunru was stunned, then nodded slowly and said, "My parents said so after reading it. I feel that I have too many materials, and the narrative itself has been weakened. After seeing too many atrocities, I feel numb and the narrative begins to become the same. When a writer loses his sensitivity, it is impossible to write touching words."

Susan Labina smiled: "It's great that you can realize this. The publisher hopes that this book will be published on the 60th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre, so that it will attract outside attention. So, you have enough time to modify it, and I believe you can make it."

The camera cut to the study room, and there were a bunch of letters on the desk. Zhang Chunru sat in front of the table to read the letter. Zhang Chunru smiled and put down the letter in her hand, and picked up another one. But as soon as she picked up the envelope, she felt something was wrong, and her face changed slightly. She opened the envelope, with the hole facing down, and a yellow orange bullet landed on the desk with a "click".

Zhang Chunru was frightened and her body shook slightly. The heart of the audience in front of the screen instantly twitched, and she couldn't help but worry for Zhang Chunru. Zhang Chunru looked at the bullet for a few seconds, picked up the letter in the envelope, and slowly opened it. The letter paper was written in blood-red words: "The Nanjing Massacre is a forgery, you lying woman deserve to die!"

Zhang Chunru was angry by this sentence, crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket. She picked up the bullet, held it in her palm, and gritted her teeth and said, "I will never be intimidated by your threat!"

The camera cut to a cinema, where the documentary of the Nanjing Maggi filmed by John Maggie was playing. Suddenly, the lights in the screening room lit up, and two Gestapos in white lapels and black uniforms walked in and experienced it. One of them shouted: "Who is John Rabe?" Rabe was obviously a little nervous. No one in Germany was not afraid of Gestapo. He walked up and said: "I am John Rabe. Is there anything wrong?" Gestapo said: "Come with us." After that, the two Gestapos took Rabe out of the cinema and took it away.

Rabe was taken by the Gestapo to the police station on Albrecht Street and interrogated for several hours. They let him sit in front of the white wall, endure various tortures, and be forced to answer all kinds of inexplicable questions. They told Rabe that the documentaries he played were "impeding national interests", "trying to change Germany's foreign policy", and "destroying the image of Germany's ally Japan."

A few hours later, Carl Friedrich of Siemens guaranteed Rabe and promised that Rabe would not publicly talk about the Japanese atrocities again. In this way, Rabe was released. While leaving, the Gestapo was warned again that Rabe would not give speeches, talk and write about the atrocities in Nanjing, and more importantly, that John Maggie's film should not be handed over to anyone to see.

The camera cuts to Nanjing City, Wei Telin and Cheng Ruifang are walking on the street, and Japanese flags are hung on the shops around them. Two children of seven or eight years old are playing on the street. When Wei Telin and the others pass by, a boy shouted to Wei Telin: "Foreign devils! Foreign devils!" Another boy said to his companion: "Why are you calling her that? She is Miss Hua."

The boy looked at Weiterin carefully and turned to his partner: "You mean, she is a female Bodhisattva? That's right." So the two little boys shouted together: "Miss Hua, female Bodhisattva! Female Bodhisattva!" Weiterin said to the two children: "Shh, don't call me that!" But they continued to shout "Female Bodhisattva" while running away.

Weiterin and Cheng Ruifang came to the building of the Catholic Hospital. On the second floor of the building, they met a deranged woman. The woman was in her early twenties, with thin eyes, and her hair was messy. Cheng Ruifang asked the nurse: "What's her name?"

The nurse said, "She is confused and awake sometimes. Every time she asks her, the name she says is different. But when she goes crazy, she will shout, Miss Hua help! Miss Hua help! I think she must know Miss Hua!"

Weiterin stared at the girl and said in surprise: "It's Meiru, one of the twenty-one girls captured by Japanese people in the name of prostitutes on December 24."

Cheng Ruifang also quickly stared at the girl and came to the same conclusion: "It's Meiru. She was originally a very smart and likable girl, but she didn't expect it to become like this! Those Japanese devils are really inferior to beasts!"

"What a poor child!" Weiterin's eyes turned red, and she asked the nurse beside her, "How is she doing?"

The nurse shook her head and said, "She is half-crazy, sometimes she is sober and sometimes she is confused."

Weitlin took out his handkerchief, wiped the dust on Meiru's face, and said softly: "Meiru, do you still know me? Your sister Meixin has been waiting for you, crying and looking for her sister. Let's go with us now, we will take you home and take you to see your sister Meixin."

Hearing this, a ray of light lit up in Mei's empty eyes, and a line of clear tears slid down her cheeks. She asked in a dry voice: "Miss Hua, how is Meixin?"

With a "click", the door was opened, and Rabe led a beautiful Chinese girl with two braids into the living room. The reporters present were surprised when they saw the girl, especially the Chinese reporter. Hey, this is Liu Yifei. I didn't expect that she also participated in this movie. What role is she playing?

After Rabe brought the girl into the living room, he happily introduced her to her family that the girl was named He Zehui, who was a Chinese student. Due to the outbreak of the European war, all ships leading to Asia from Europe were suspended. She had to stay in Germany and went to the weak current laboratory of Siemens, Germany to participate in magnetic materials research. He Zehui was the first Chinese that Rabe met after returning to Siemens headquarters, so he invited He Zehui to his home as a guest.

The Rabe family was very enthusiastic about He Zehui, especially Rabe's granddaughter Ursula Reinhardt. The little girl grew up in China. When she saw He Zehui, she felt very friendly and pulled her to chatter.

The camera cuts to Rabe's study, and Rabe told He Zehui that he planned to sort out his diary from 1937 to 1938 and named it "Bombing Nanjing". Rabe showed He Zehui the photo book of the Nanjing Massacre, told her about the tragic situation of the Nanjing Massacre and cursed the Japanese army inhumane.

He Zehui held the copy of those black and white photos in his hand, and looked at the tragic situation of his compatriots in the photos, and couldn't help crying.

The audience was very moved. Gestapo threatened Rabe and did not allow him to write related things about the Nanjing Massacre, but Rabe was still secretly organizing his diary. If Gestapo finds out, Rabe will be in big trouble.

Ang Lee whispered to Jia Zhangke next to him: "Who is He Zehui?"

Jia Zhangke explained softly: "Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and also Qian Sanqiang's wife. In the technology industry, people call her Mr. He. The old lady is usually very low-key and rarely accepts interviews from outside media. However, after learning that "Rabe Diary" appeared in 1996, the old lady stood up and confirmed at the press conference that she had read "Rabe Diary" while studying in Germany."

The camera switched, a dark room. From the light from the window, it can be seen that this is a bedroom, and there is a person lying on the bed. Suddenly, the person on the bed sat up and gasped. The close-up shot, Zhang Chunru was sweating heavily, her face was filled with fear, her lips were trembling slightly, and she kept gasping.

Zhang Chunru sat for a while, got up from the bed, picked up the comb and comb her hair. But under this comb, she was frightened to find that the comb had already combed a large handful of hair. She stared at the hair on the comb for several seconds, looking shocked and painful. She pulled the hair off the comb, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

After washing up, Zhang Chunru came to her desk with a haggard face and continued to read the information about the Nanjing Massacre.

The phone rings, and Zhang Chunru, who was haggard, answered the phone. On the phone, his mother Zhang Yingying said: "Chongru, your condition doesn't sound very good, you should have a rest. Are you really sure that you still have to write the Nanjing Massacre in this state?"

When Zhang Chunru heard his mother say this, she forced herself to cheer up and comforted her: "My mother, who is fine, just didn't sleep well at night. I have to write this book, and even if it's really bad, I have to write it. Look at the survivors, they have encountered so many misfortunes, and are still living in poverty and pain. I must make those atrocities public and seek justice for them. Compared with their experience, my hard work is not worth mentioning."

The camera cuts to Harper Collins Press, Susan Rabina's office. Susan Rabina said with a smile: "Churu, this draft is amazing. After reading it, I was deeply moved by your passion, which is not in the first draft. Especially the chapter "Second Massacre", which allows people to clearly see how the Japanese right-wing organization deliberately conceals the truth of the massacre from Japan and the whole world." Speaking of this, Susan Rabina said worriedly: "I heard that you have received bullets from the Japanese right-wing organization. After this book is published, you will become a thorn in the eyes of the Japanese right-wing organization, and you must be careful."

Zhang Chunru shrugged and said lightly: "I'm not afraid of them. Sending bullets to me is actually to intimidate me and want to stop this book from being published. When this book is released, I will be safe. If they really kill me, it will only let more people know the Nanjing Massacre and let more people know the truth. They dare not."

In the lecture hall of Shanxi City Hall, Zhang Chunru stood on the stage and gave a speech endlessly. The audience was filled with seats, and some people even stood at the door or by the wall. After the speech, Zhang Chunru was surrounded by crowds. A large group of reporters, activists, World War II veterans and interested readers flocked in, including Asians and whites, who all congratulated Zhang Ran.

Susan Rabina squeezed over from the crowd and congratulated Zhang Chunru with a smile: "Cunru, your speech is amazing!"

Zhang Chunru said in surprise: "Susan, why are you here?"

Susan Labina laughed heartily: "I'll come here to tell you good news. HarperCollins Press sold the media's reprint rights to Newsweek for the first time, and some excerpts will be published in that issue of the magazine in November."

When Zhang Chunru heard this, she immediately cheered loudly: "Really? That's great!"

The audience also laughed. Newsweek is a magazine with a large global sales star. The excerpt of the book "Nanjing Massacre" published on it will definitely have an important impact on the sales of Zhang Chunru's book.
Chapter completed!