On the morning of the second Saturday in August, Shota Izakaya, which had just opened its second floor to welcome guests, was as full as usual even though it wasn't dinner time, and there was a long queue even at the door.
There is even a sweet-looking Japanese tour guide next to the shrine next to the small stage on the first floor, introducing the people in the photos and related historical stories to the tourists she leads.
However, perhaps it was because it was not time for dinner yet. Although the two self-proclaimed shopkeepers put on kimonos with ethnic characteristics, they did not go on the small wooden stage to perform. Only local Japanese people could watch it.
Mancai, who knew better, just turned on the large LCD TV hanging on the stage background board to play the news of the day to pass the time for the tourists and diners.
On the screen of the large-sized LCD TV that had been installed in recent days, several reporters were surrounding a young girl who looked somewhat similar to Long Ma and asked questions.
Perhaps intentionally, or perhaps unintentionally, the background behind the girl at this time was except for the 127mm naval gun with the same caliber on the front deck of the USS Halsey, which hung low and could even be said to be facing the camera.
In addition, you can vaguely see another group of reporters interviewing two young Asians.
On the deck between the two groups of interviewers, directly under the low-hanging gun barrels, a row of display racks was temporarily displayed. However, due to the angle, the viewers across the TV could not see it at all for the time being.
Clear the contents on display racks.
Of course, compared to these, everyone is obviously more interested in the people being interviewed. In other words, for these outsiders watching the fun, the two people being interviewed and their translators are really interesting.
"Ms. Coco, are you willing to help Hawkes' descendants search for Captain Evans? Is it because of Mr. Dominic's will or your personal decision?"
On the TV, a female reporter held up the microphone and paused, "There are rumors that you do not have complete control over Mr. Dominic's legacy. Are the rumors true?"
After patiently listening to the questions translated by the housekeeper Tantu, Kou Kou took a deep breath and answered seriously in French, "It is my own decision to help Hawks' descendants search for Captain Evans. Although I am not
Americans, but anti-Fascist heroes deserve respect from everyone. This has nothing to do with my personal situation. This is something that every person with a conscience is willing to do."
After seeing Koko finish speaking, the housekeeper Tantu, who had been holding the Indian pipe ax in her hand from beginning to end, waited until the microphone was brought to her mouth, and then slowly said in English, "My boss said, you don't have
The inheritance rights of Mr. Dominic’s property, why should we pay attention to these things?”
The female reporter secretly clenched her fists, "So is this what Mr. Dominic's will requires Miss Coco to do, or is it Miss Coco's own decision?"
After listening to Tantu's translation, Kou Kou rolled her eyes without concealing it, "I'll say it again, the anti-Fascist hero deserves to be respected by everyone. This has nothing to do with my personal situation."
"My boss said, why don't you jump down and ask Mr. Dominic now?" Tantu translated Kou Kou's heart seriously, "Also, if you only treat such low-quality rumors and malicious
I guess if you are interested, why not give up your position to someone else as soon as possible."
Before she could finish her words, another reporter had already pushed aside the colleague who was obviously brainless. He held up the microphone and asked politely, "Hello, Miss Kou Kou, can you tell me how you noticed it?"
Are Mr. Hawkes’ relics related to Captain Evans and others? Also, can you give us a detailed introduction to the entire discovery process?”
"sure"
After listening to the translation, Koko answered with a smile, "It started two months ago. I have always been very obsessed with Indian culture. It just so happened that my friend Victor's family was also very interested in Indian culture, and Victor didn't
But a well-known historian, his girlfriend also runs an international travel agency."
Having said this, Kou Kou temporarily stopped and turned his attention to his butler. After receiving the signal, Tantu immediately translated the French paragraph into English, and then nodded to Kou Kou.
Seeing this, Kou Kou raised her hand towards Wei Ran who was also being interviewed not far away, "Thanks to Mr. Victor, he is very familiar with the history of World War II. When we helped Tantu repair their house, oh
, I forgot to mention that Ms. Tantu was not my housekeeper at that time.
In short, while helping her repair the house, Mr. Victor discovered the hidden note and offered to find Captain Evans and this Indian hero on the sea.
He told us that this is not only the responsibility of a historian, but also the responsibility of everyone for the sake of remaining justice. It was through Mr. Victor that I learned about that period of history full of courage, so I decided to use my
Use your own strength to help the hero return home.
Of course, I would also like to thank the U.S. Navy for its selfless help here. They have given Captain Evans and others the honor they deserve."
"While Victor was helping me repair my house, he found the notes left by my grandfather."
Tantu, the Indian housekeeper with an ax in her hand, once again started her soul translation, "Mr. Victor's family and Miss Coco both insist that Captain Evans is the common hero of all North American Indians, and the hero deserves his
They should be treated as they should, just like those man-eating Wendigos and those Pheasants who must be nailed to the urinals of hell forever to wash away their sins! This has nothing to do with skin color, gender, race or nationality.
It is for this reason that my boss, Miss Coco, decided to provide free scholarships of US$100,000 per year and 500 female health examinations to all the children in our Indian reservations who are willing to go to school. She also vowed to find
Captain Evans, the Indian hero."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Can this still be translated like this? The reporter who happened to know French was stunned. When he came to his senses, he was also snatched away from the question by another colleague.
Chance.
Such an outrageous soul translation also happened on the other side of the display board, but the situation was completely different from just now.
"Mr. Victor, I understand that you are Chinese. Do you have any inherent prejudice against recruiters?"
Waiting patiently for Xia Shushi to translate this question with ulterior motives into Chinese, Wei Ran spread his hands, faced the camera, and replied in smooth Chinese, "Here, please allow me to use Halsey's
Two famous sayings from the general to answer this question - kill the nuclear trap guys, kill the nuclear trap guys, kill all the nuclear trap guys, and let the Japanese language only appear in hell in the future."
"Ahem!"
Xia Shushi cleared his throat and replied seriously and slowly in London accent, "Victor said that the anti-Fascist war is a just war for all mankind. As Chinese people with a conscience, we always keep in mind our
Our ancestors have suffered from the pain of war, and we can never forget the suffering and tragedy caused by war. We are even more grateful that the war is finally over, and we cherish the peace we have now."
"Damn diplomatic rhetoric"
The reporter who asked the question cursed secretly and asked again with a less pointed question, "So Mr. Victor, did you encounter any trouble or obstacles in the process of finding Captain Evans?"
“The only trouble”
After listening to Xia Shushi's translation, Wei Ran stretched out his index finger and shook it, "Both Halsey and I arrived too late. Look, Palau has been occupied by nuclear recruiters again."
"Mr. Victor said the only trouble is that the temperature in Palau is too high."
Xia Shushi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and also shook his index finger, "Especially on the deck of the Halsey destroyer, if I continue to stand here, I'm afraid I'll have a heat stroke. Both I and my partner can't wait to have a taste of America."
Is the ice cream on warships as delicious as recorded in history books?
So ladies and gentlemen, how about leaving your lens to the exhibition board over there? I believe that the notes and photos left by Mr. Hawkes and Mr. Evans can answer all the questions in your mind.
In any case, in the face of the historical truth written by those involved, the wisest thing for us historians to do is to shut up."
After using this little joke to resolve the last problem, Xia Shushi, whose back was almost wet with cold sweat, immediately glared at Wei Ran and greeted him to the stern deck of the destroyer.
"Brother, are you crazy?" Xia Shushi complained while wiping cold sweat, "You don't really think that none of those reporters can speak Chinese, do you?"
"That's fine. I'm not an American, so why should I tolerate them? Besides, General Halsey is known as a barbarian..."
"You can't hold back Halsey and Halton."
Xia Shushi glared at Wei Ran, "What's that nonsense you just talked about? Did you get a shot of chicken blood? It's my fault that I reacted quickly, otherwise..."
"What else?" Wei Ran looked at the other party with a smile.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."
Xia Shushi lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, "I really thought that following you here this time was to stand out. Good guy, is this really a test of my ability on the spot?"
"I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. What are you afraid of?"
Wei Ran raised his chin towards the distant sea as he spoke, "Didn't you say that only one ship like the Halsey came? What's going on with those ships over there?"
"I just heard what the lieutenant colonel said in an interview."
Xia Shushi lowered his voice slightly, pointed to the ships looming on the sea in the distance and said, "That is the 23rd Destroyer Squadron of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. The leader is the guided missile cruiser USS Bunker Hill, and behind it is the USS Simpson.
and the guided-missile destroyer USS Prebol.”
After speaking, Xia Shushi pointed to his feet again, "In addition, this Halsey also belongs to this destroyer squadron."
"The ostentation is quite grand," Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered.
"This pomp is indeed enough." Xia Shushi took a puff of cigarette, "But I guess 80% of it is just a coincidence."
"How do you say this?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"When we set off, we were not on the Halsey, but on a supply ship. We took the supply ship and ran for more than an hour before boarding the Halsey on the helicopter, and there were so many people around us.
Only the Halsey is waiting for us, and I remember the other ships are heading towards Guam."
Xia Shushi snorted, "I guess this squadron happened to be near Guam and was preparing to carry out supplies. I think their trip was at best a free ship assigned randomly."
"If a boat goes with the wind, let's go with the wind."
As Wei Ran spoke, he walked towards lawyer Carlos who was standing outside the camera. At the same time, he did not forget to say, "Go and ask someone to see when I can get off the boat. I can't follow you to Guam. That wouldn't be considered smuggling."
Already."
"If you could stow away on a US warship, you would be more distinguished than Captain Evans." Xia Shushi responded angrily, raising his leg and walking towards the naval lieutenant colonel who had also just finished the interview.
