In the package that Liu Changchun carries, there is a stack of newspapers. The folded newspapers he bought on the streets before boarding the Wilson tanker from Shanghai and heading to the United States.

This stack of newspapers, following him across the ocean, was placed in the innermost layer of the package, and when he took it out and handed it to me, it was already a little wrinkled.

The newspapers are all about Liu Changchun. On one of the "Sheng" is a "Flange" where Liu Changchun, wearing a flannel top and serge pants, was surrounded by the people and accepted the flag given by Wang Zhengting, chairman of the National Sports Association. The two flags in his hand were the national flag and the other was the flag of the Association.

Wang Zhengting's speech to Liu Changchun was published in the newspaper: "This time our country sent you to the Olympic Games is the first time in China. It really contains infinite significance and sincere heart. I am here to present the flag to you on behalf of the National Sports Association of China. I hope you can carry forward it in the Olympic Stadium in Los Angeles with the spirit of struggle, which is not glorious."

Liu Changchun replied: "I am being entrusted by compatriots across the country to attend the Olympics this time. I am well aware of the importance of responsibility and should do my best to work hard in the conference."

Another newspaper published a painting - Guan Yu in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", standing at the bow of the boat and going to the meeting alone, which is a summary of Liu Changchun's extremely vivid image of this trip.

Looking at the six people in front of me, a feeling of bitterness suddenly surged into my heart.

"By the way, Mr. Corleon, before coming, the young marshal gave us the opportunity to hand over this letter to you." Liu Changchun seemed to remember something and took out a letter from the package.

The envelope was like Zhang Xueliang's handwriting.

“My brother:

Zhan Xinyue. I have been away from Nanjing for more than half a year. I am very worried about my brother. I sent back the Harvey trophy from China in Dream Factory. I have also visited him and felt very comforted. I have Liu Changchun and his party, which is really the pride of our country. I hope I can take care of it. I feel old every day, and I don’t know when I will meet you. I wish you good luck.

Hanqing”

After reading this letter, I silently folded the letter and put it in my pocket, and then asked about some of the current situation in China.

"It's still the same. The Japanese and us are confronting each other, and there is no conflict. However, we are constantly fighting internally, and we don't know when we can live a peaceful life. The young marshal is also troubled by many things now. Not to mention anything else, the central government alone makes things difficult for the Northeast Army."

Through Song Junfu's words, I can roughly guess what China is now.

The reason why Zhang Xueliang resolutely sent these six people to the Olympics was obviously a gamble. He wanted to make a sigh of relief for China internationally, especially in front of the Japanese.

Compared with the actions of the National Government, he is still a strong man.

I stood up and looked at the room while walking around the room. Next to the living room was the kitchen. When I walked to the kitchen, Song Junfu stopped me.

"Mr. Corleon. There is an old Chinese saying that gentlemen stay away from the kitchen." He looked at me and smiled.

That smile was a little unnatural.

"It's okay, I'm asking myself that I'm not a gentleman." I smiled and walked into the kitchen.

And when I walked in and saw the scene in front of me, my nose almost burst into tears.

Standing behind me, DiStenborg and others also showed a look of astonishment on their faces.

In the small kitchen, there are piles of shriveled and cracked hard bread. On the other hand, there are some yellow vegetables, and those vegetables. You can tell at a glance that they are inferior vegetables that are processed at a low price when the market is about to close every day. Apart from these, there is nothing in the kitchen.

"This is what you eat these days!?" I pointed at those things and turned to look at Song Junfu and others.

These people lowered their heads and did not speak, and some even wiped their tears.

"Mr. Corleon. We came here this time. There was only 8,000 yuan in travel expenses, which was hard-earned. After a month of wandering on the sea, we have spent half of it. The rest not only has to deal with the living expenses for more than half a month, but also the travel expenses for going back. We calculated that it may not be enough. We can only save a little bit. But don't worry, the few of us eat almost. Liu Changchun still has meat. We agreed with an overseas Chinese in Chinatown that he opened a butcher shop and would leave us a little bit of meat." Song Junfu's eyes turned red.

Looking at the cracked bread and yellow vegetables in the kitchen, listening to the laughter of the Japanese coming in from outside the window, my heart trembled!

I can imagine how they came here in the past few days! In order to save money, they hid in the room to avoid all unnecessary activities. Six people ate dry bread and ate yellowed vegetables, and stood here under the police ridicule and the sarcasm of the Japanese opposite. They knew that although there were only six of them and only one athlete, just here is their fighting fortress, as long as the national flag on the balcony is still there, it means that the Chinese are still there at the Los Angeles Olympics!

I can imagine how Song Junfu went to Chinatown alone and found the owner of the butcher shop to discuss with others to let others leave some meat for them! This meat was left for Liu Changchun. He was the hope of this group and the hope of 450 million Chinese people!

When other delegations were having a big meal and singing and dancing to the dance, who could notice that in the corner of this Olympic village, in the most dilapidated small building in this Olympic village, six Chinese people silently adhered to their hopes and self-esteem by eating dry bread and inferior vegetables!

This is the Chinese! The unyielding Chinese!

I gritted my teeth, turned around and left the kitchen, and walked up the stairs step by step.⑻

On the second floor, there are two small rooms. One of them was specially left for Liu Changchun, and the other five people lived in another room. Because there was no place, they slept on the ground. On the wall at the entrance of the second floor, the two flags brought by Liu Changchun were hung flat on it. One was a national flag and the other was a flag of the Association for the Association, which was arranged very solemnly.

"Where do you usually train?" I turned to Liu Changchun and asked.

"In the living room downstairs, or in the yard." Liu Changchun replied.

"This is very unsystematic. As far as I know, the other delegations went to the gymnasium." I said in a deep voice.

Liu Changchun stopped talking. He didn't talk, and I understood his thoughts, and they were still afraid of spending money.

"Gans. On the way we came just now, there was a hotel called St. George in the center of the Olympic Village. Isn't there anyone checked in yet? You can book the hotel for me and take Liu Changchun and the others there." I turned to Gans and said.

"Mr. Corleon, it's impossible! That hotel is the most expensive hotel in the Olympic village, and it is said to be left for you Team USA." Chen Siliang quickly walked up after hearing this. The others were all stunned.

"The Olympics does not require Americans to stay in that hotel, come first, and let them find a place! Gans, this matter is left to you, and I will definitely do it for me." I lit a cigarette.

"Okay! Boss, you can rest assured of this." Gans smiled.

"Mr. Song, from today on, don't worry about money. You can play with peace of mind. I will leave someone to accompany you. I will pay for any expenses." I patted Song Junfu on the shoulder.

"Mr. Corleon, this is probably not suitable. This is a big trouble for you." Song Junfu stuttered a little.

"There is no trouble or trouble. I am willing to do this. Who made you regard me as the most trustworthy friend? The Young Marshal is my brother, and he asked me to take care of you in the letter. Besides, I have requirements for doing this." I said while looking at Liu Changchun.

"Mr. Corleon, what are the requirements?" Song Junfu asked.

"I only have one request." I walked up to Liu Changchun: "Liu Changchun, this time, you are participating in the Olympics alone, but you have to remember that there are 450 million Chinese people behind you! Behind you is a 5,000-year-old civilized oriental country! I don't ask you to win medals, but I ask you to work hard to exercise and perform at your highest level! Can you do it?"

"Mr. Corleon, I can! I can!" Liu Changchun clenched his fists and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, Darren, bring someone to move for them!" I waved to Darren.

Darren and others began to help them pack up their things. Gans went to find the person in charge of the Olympic Village.

Half an hour later, Darren brought their belongings to the door and loaded the car there.

"Chinese pig. Are you going back before the competition? Hahahaha!" A short Japanese man walked over from the opposite side and shouted in English to Liu Changchun and others. He was wearing a white sportswear and a pipe in his mouth. He should be a coach.

"Boss, do you want a stick?" Darren whispered to me.

After following me for so long, he has long known about my temper.

"Don't have a stick, I want you to get the thing last time." I glanced at Darren.

Darren bowed and picked up a brick on the ground and handed it to me.8

I walked towards the Japanese with my hands behind my back.

The Japanese were staring at Liu Changchun and others making fun of him. Behind him, a group of Japanese stood up and watched, not making sarcastic laughs.

"Come here!" I shouted at the Japanese coach.

The Japanese turned around and looked at me, stunned for a moment, and then walked over.

The Japanese behind him began to whisper, and many people pointed at me to see if someone among them knew me.

"What's wrong?" The Japanese man bowed while walking, and his attitude and arrogance just now made a 180-degree turn.

The Japanese are such a lowly nation. They treat the strong like a dog with a tail between their tails. When they treat the weak, they become a wolve.

"Come on, get closer." I smiled.

The Japanese man was very obedient, got closer and came to me.

"What did you say to those people just now?" I whispered to Liu Changchun and the others.

"It's just a bunch of china pigs." The coach said as he showed a flattering expression.

"Your mother, little Japanese!" I cursed in Chinese, then waved the brick in my hand and smashed it over!

ah!

A scream came, and the Japanese lay down on the ground, his face covered in blood, and fainted on the spot.

Wow! The scene suddenly became chaotic.

All the Japanese who were watching before were stunned. They didn't expect me to deal with their coach like this. Song Junfu, Liu Changchun and others were also stunned. They also couldn't imagine the scene in front of them.

But the group of people standing behind me were not surprised at all. They knew what their boss had.

"I've hit someone! I've hit someone! Mr. Police. I've hit someone!" Among the Japanese, some people ran towards several policemen not far away, and more than a dozen male athletes rushed towards me.

Many of the Japanese athletes came from the army. The dozen people in front of them knew they were such people at a glance.

"I warn you, if you go one step further, you will have to lie here today!" Darren Oliver walked up with the man and sneered a few times.

Although these dozen Japanese athletes are considered strong in physique, they are not the same as Darren Oliver's factory guards alone.

They have realized that the situation is serious and have not moved forward.

"It's him! It's him! He beat our coach!" At this time, a Japanese man spoke stiff English and brought the Los Angeles policemen to me. The Japanese man pointed at me. He was very arrogant.

"Why did you say he was the one who hit your coach?" One of the policemen looked at me and asked.

"Yes! It's him! This rough guy actually treated our coach like this! We protest! We want to protest to your country!" The Japanese shouted.

Bang!

The Los Angeles policeman suddenly turned around and slapped the Japanese man hard, making him scream.

"You!" The Japanese man was stunned all of a sudden. He really didn't understand why the American police slapped him in reverse!

"I tell you, this is Los Angeles, it's the Olympics, don't make trouble for me!" The policeman gave the Japanese a blank look, then said to his companions around him: "You guys, take them to the police station to record a confession!"

The remaining policemen came up huh and took the Japanese who had been beaten by me and a dozen of them away.

"Why should we take us away?? He hit people!" "Give me a quiet moment! Otherwise I'm not polite!"

"Quiet!"
To be continued...