~.-~ Act 80th, Mingjiao

"Now our great Japanese Empire is in a difficult period. The abominable Chinese are trying to build new battleships to steal the fruits of victory from the empire! In order to defend the land exchanged for blood from the imperial loyal soldiers, we must have stronger warships and the world's number one warship! For this lofty goal, all our citizens need to work together to overcome the difficulties. So, please donate money, please line up and consciously put the money into the donation box."

When the first poor people who came back from work came to the four students, the student with a donation box hung on them loudly promoted the slogan of donating money to the "Yamato" level.

The slogans he recited were not novel at all. Over the past few days, Hojo Yun, who was constantly being persuaded to donate and brainwashed, heard calluses in his ears. Even when the man just spoke the familiar words and sentences, he felt like he was vomiting, which was like an allergy.

"Haha, the world is so big that it is so amazing that it is actually raising donations in the slums. What a ridiculous student. You are finding the wrong place to raise donations here. They are just some penniless people. Even if they work hard, they still have to buy food. Haven't you seen the food on their faces? Obviously, it's been a long time since they have enough food. Even they can't eat enough, so where can they have money to donate to you?"

But just as Hojo Yun, who felt good about himself, laughed at the wrong place for the students to raise funds, an amazing thing happened. The poor people who came back from work lined up one by one, just like the student asked just now, took out one of the few coins in his hand and threw them into the donation box, and each person had a share! There were no more!

"This... how is this possible!? How can this nation have this awareness!? How can everyone be like this? They obviously can't eat enough!?" When they saw this scene in front of them, Hojo Yun was stunned. For a moment, he forgot that the same blood as those people were flowing on him. "If everyone in this country is like this, then this country is too terrifying, right?!"

However, Hojo Yun soon realized that he had felt too early, and his amazing discovery was actually a joke.

"Damn old guy! Everyone else has donated money, how dare you not donate money? I actually want to get away with it. Do you really think my eyes are not open??" He shouted angrily, and a strong student standing on the far left suddenly kicked up and kicked a middle-aged uncle who was trying to "get away with it". The dirty mud immediately splashed all over him, dyeing the already worn-out coarse cloth clothes into mud.

The middle-aged uncle who was kicked into the puddle was not angry, but looked at the students surrounded by many poor people in fear, and said in a trembling voice: "I... my daughter hasn't eaten a rice ball for a long time. I want to buy her a rice ball... Please... Please don't take my money away... She hasn't eaten enough for a long time."

"Roar!? Dead old man, are you slandering?? You dare to slander us nobles, the money of a poor man who is not worth dying!? Do you know how serious your sin is, and dare to slander the son of the warrior!?"

To the middle-aged man who was crying and begging, the students who came to raise funds did not show any sympathy, but instead stepped forward and kicked him in anger.

After a few moves, the four people who called themselves the son of the warrior stopped at the same time, but it was not because of their conscience discovery, but because they disliked the mud on the man's body that dirty his shoes and trousers' legs. The eyes of the middle-aged man were also full of disgust.

Seeing this scene, Yoon Hojo already knew why those who could not even fill their stomachs would donate the money in their hands, because that was not a voluntary act of donating or not, it was simply a robbery! A robbery dressed in the cloak of donating!

"Damn old man! Donate to me quickly! Can you still be considered an empire man like you? Even the great "Yamato" level of the empire is not far behind. You are not worthy of being an empire!" He cursed angrily, and one of the students raised their feet and stepped on them again, stomped the man's face into the puddle. The dirty soles instantly imprinted a mark on the man's face.

Seeing the middle-aged uncle's head full of mud and a few straws hanging on his hair, the descendants of the four nobles laughed happily. Obviously, this kind of teasing the poor was a very interesting entertainment for them.

After the student who had just kicked him, the middle-aged poor man, who was already covered in mud, raised his head and finally got angry. He gritted his teeth and glared at the student fiercely. His body immediately tensed up, clenched his fists as if he could jump up at any time and beat those kids up.

The fierce and evil look was very scary, and the four noble boys were so scared that they took two steps back and shouted in horror: "You...what do you want to do!? How dare you attack us!? Do you know who our father is, a damn untouchable!"

The middle-aged uncle did not answer, but made a low roar in his throat. Just as the middle-aged uncle was about to explode, the other poor people who had been standing beside him and watching indifferently rushed up and held him down. One of the old men persuaded:

"Calm down, calm down, Matsushita, you don't know who they are. If you swing your fist now, you will be caught by the police and dig coal! If you are caught in, who will take care of your daughter in the future?"

Hearing the old man's persuasion, Panasonic's clenched fist released helplessly again. After hesitating for a while, he finally took out a coin from his pocket and got up and threw it into the donation box.

I originally thought that it would be fine if I had donated it, but who knew that the person with the donation box on me was not satisfied. I waited for Panasonic with my eyes and said coldly: "Hmm? That's just a little bit? You're right, Mr. Panasonic, you've dug up a day to make such a little money? Put it all in, bastard!"

"All!?" Panasonic widened his eyes incredibly, "Don't these just need to be enough on weekdays? Why... why do you need so much?"

The student with a donation box on his body raised his eyelids and glared at Panasonic, and said angrily: "For others, these are enough, but for you, an unpatriotic bad guy, you have to donate all your wages today as a punishment!"

When he noticed that Panasonic had just released his fist clenched again, the student on the right cursed: "You dare to clench your fists? Do you know who our fathers are?? They can blow you down and out of the way with just a breath! You dare to glar at me! Be careful, be careful! As long as we go back and mention it casually, there is no need for our father to take action. Even the ordinary officials under their command can burn all of you! Or have you forgotten the last time you were beaten? You are not cruel enough! If you want to be arrested in prison like those ignorant guys before to dig coal, then keep glaring at me!

Yes, yes, that's right? Let me loose my fist and stand here and talk to us nobles face to face is already an honor for you and the untouchables. Now put all the money in the donation box and get out of here. I don't want to see you again!"

Yoon Hojo no longer wanted to continue watching. He already understood that these guys were not the ordinary students he had met on the streets with donation boxes everywhere. They were just a group of bad people who bullied the poor because of their fathers. He even had a great doubt on whether the money "raised" by those people would be sent to the corresponding institutions for "Yamato" construction. He really couldn't imagine that people like them would hand over the money they had received to others.

Just as Hojo Yun turned around and was about to leave, he turned his head and looked at the four teenagers again. He saw that they had already "raised" funds from the poor, and stood there talking and laughing and taking out cigarettes, each of them sucking the clouds and sucking mist.

This time, Hojo Yoon ignored them and walked away.

That night, when Yoonmasa Hojo who returned to the hotel chatted with the hotel owner, he suddenly remembered the slum during the day, so he asked the hotel owner:

"Boss Kameda, I saw a large slum in the north city. Who are they? Why do people even go to them to force fundraising? They can't even eat enough."

When the boss Kameda heard this, he knew what Hojo Yun was saying. He scratched the back of his head with shame and said, "It turns out that Mr. Hojo, you ran into those four young masters. I am so ashamed. Mr. Hojo returned to his motherland with a innocent heart, but now you have seen those dirty things... Alas... I am so ashamed, so ashamed."

Hojo Yun shook his head and said, "There are people like this everywhere, there is nothing to be surprised about. It's better not to talk about them, but can you tell me where those poor people come from?"

As soon as they mentioned the poor, the boss of Kameda sighed: "Some of them are workers who lost their jobs, some are small businessmen who have lost their jobs, but the most are farmers."

"Farmers?" Hojo Yun was surprised, because in the United States, the farmers were the ones who were least affected by the Great Depression. Although their income was often only half of the average annual income of ordinary Americans, their special identity destined that they spent very little on food. Even if they didn't make money, they would not go hungry. But why did Japanese farmers become the hardest hit area for the harm?

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Chapter completed!