At about 11:30 in the morning, the car arrived in Chengdu and parked outside the airport.
Mrs. Tang got out of the car and couldn't help but stretch. Her snow-white belly and cute belly button were exposed. She was really charming and charming. Chen Xiao stared at Mrs. Tang's full body.
Thinking of her slim waist and sexy round butt. Thinking of those two nights of sex, Chen Xiao couldn't help but get hard.
"Little rascal, what are you thinking about?" Mrs. Tang whispered in Chen Xiao's ear.
"Ah...I...I was wondering when the delegation from the Island Chamber of Commerce would arrive!" Chen Xiao said awkwardly.
"If the plane is not delayed, it will arrive around 12 noon." Mrs. Tang glanced at Chen Xiao and said, "Let's go in. The airport has made preparations to welcome you!"
Half an hour later, two honest-looking directors from the reception office and investment promotion office also arrived at the scene.
Relevant flowers have been prepared at the airport, as well as more than a dozen cute primary school students, all of whom are children from local schools. The weather in February is as cold as winter, but these cute children are wearing thin costumes, as if they have come specially to wait
Those island country chamber of commerce delegations. Chen Xiao looked a little distressed, and said to Mrs. Tang on the side: "Sister Tang Min, is it too much to let these children stand here in such cold weather?"
"Then let them go in and have a rest first, and then let them come out after the plane lands!" Mrs. Tang smiled.
At half past twelve, the plane descended from the sky, and the children came out of the greenhouse, facing the biting cold wind, holding flowers and ribbons and dancing. There were also some people involved, and the welcoming team on site was quite spectacular. Chen Xiao
He frowned and muttered angrily: "Aren't they just a group of descendants of Wu Dalang? Is it necessary to have such a big battle to welcome them?"
"What did you say?" Mrs. Tang on the side did not hear Chen Xiao's words clearly.
"No...it's nothing!" Chen Xiao shook his head hurriedly and said: "I mean, today's battle is huge. Everyone is working hard!"
"No, it's just a formality!" Mrs. Tang chuckled.
There was a lot of commotion on the airport. The delegation from the Island Chamber of Commerce was belatedly arriving. A group of people got off the plane, headed by a disabled old man who looked about seventy or eighty years old. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a sparse hair on his head.
The white hair seems to indicate that he will not have many years to come. However, the old man seems to be in good spirits, with a touch of rosy cheeks. Especially seeing such a lively battle, the old man feels even more excited.
Then, representatives of society presented flowers to the elderly, and representatives of primary school students presented flowers to the elderly. The elderly expressed their gratitude.
"Mr. Miyamoto, welcome to the land of Bashu!" Mrs. Tang walked up at the right time and introduced herself: "I am the mayor of Dazhou City. My name is Tang Min. In the next week, I will become
Your guide for your inspection in Dazhou City!”
"Mayor Tang, thank you for your hard work!" the old man said with a smile. Mrs. Tang was surprised by her fluent Chinese. Originally, she was planning to ask her secretary to translate for her, but she didn't expect that the secretary's translation would be omitted, and communication would become easier.
Much simpler.
Faced with Mrs. Tang's surprise, a middle-aged man behind the old man bowed to Mrs. Tang, and then said: "Mayor Tang, in fact, my father had been to Dazhou a long time ago, but at that time neither you nor I had come to Dazhou.
born!"
"No wonder Mr. Miyamoto is so fluent in Chinese!" Mrs. Tang laughed.
After a simple communication, Mrs. Tang invited Mr. Miyamoto and a group of people onto the luxury bus prepared by Chengdu. The bus was very high, with a fully enclosed air-conditioning design. Chen Xiao and the staff of the reception office and investment promotion office
I also got on the bus and told Mr. Miyamoto about the history and customs of Dazhou along the way.
Mr. Miyamoto listened with a smile all the way.
In view of the various disputes and conflicts between the two countries, Mrs. Tang cleverly avoided the history of Dazhou after World War II and jumped directly to modern history. Miyamoto added: "In fact, Dazhou was
A large amount of land in the city, including Rongcheng and Chongqing, almost fell into the hands of our army. It is a pity that the small team that performed the secret mission was discovered... Otherwise, we would not have lost in World War II
Got it!"
Mr. Miyamoto's words immediately made the atmosphere in the car tense.
"Old man!" Chen Xiao spoke up at this time. He looked at Miyamoto and said with a smile: "Historically, a just war will always win; a war of aggression will eventually fail! When the island country invaded China, the army only reached Guizhou.
Why did you end up in Bashu?"
"Haha, that's because history has been buried!" Mr. Miyamoto sighed with emotion.
Because of this sudden drama, everyone in the car was silent. At this time, Director Huang from the reception office hurriedly interjected: "Haha, we are now promoting China-Island friendship. China and Islands are friendly neighbors. We should communicate more.
Let’s create brilliance together!”
Director Huang's words livened up the atmosphere a little. Mrs. Tang hinted at Chen Xiao and asked him to talk less. Chen Xiao simply didn't bother to speak.
The lunch was served on the bus. Mrs. Tang said to Mr. Miyamoto very apologetically: "Mr., I'm really sorry, the lunch will be simple for the time being. When we get to Dazhou, we will definitely take care of you!"
"Haha, it's okay!" Mr. Miyamoto showed a smile and said: "This is already very good. When we were traveling all night in Dazhou, we ate only whole grains. How can it be compared with the rich food now!"
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the car arrived at the Kington Hotel. The Kington Hotel is the reception hotel designated by the Dazhou City Government. Mr. Miyamoto and his party were accommodated in the hotel, and the reception banquet in the afternoon was set at the Kington Hotel.
Mrs. Tang took Chen Xiao out of Mr. Miyamoto's suite and went to negotiate with the hotel about the dinner.
In the suite, the middle-aged man looked at Mr. Miyamoto and said, "Father, I don't understand why you must come here to invest? What is the purpose of this?"
"Actually, I'm here to fulfill a dream I've had for many years!" Mr. Miyamoto's eyes were cloudy, and tears flowed from his eyes.
"What kind of dream is this?" The middle-aged man was stunned.
"Back then, the First Commando of the Imperial Army, where I was a member, received an order to secretly take a plane and land in Dazhou, the land of Bashu, and then secretly travel 200 kilometers straight to the Kuomintang headquarters for a sneak attack!" Mr. Miyamoto looked at him with his eyes.
The charming scenery outside the window then revealed a rare solemnity, as if he was involved in the secret operation back then. Under the old man's story, his son finally understood why the old man wanted to come to Dazhou City so persistently.
After receiving the order that year, the old man and his First Commando successfully landed in Dazhou. However, they were soon discovered by the local guerrillas and a fierce battle began. Most of the more than 20 people in the First Commando
Buried in a foreign country, only Ichiro Miyamoto escaped and
He disguised himself as a Chinese, and then fled back to Japan. Even though he returned to China, he still couldn't forget the more than 20 dead team members, especially one of them, a superior soldier named Yuta Inoue, who blocked that shot for him.
Fire fatal bullets. Otherwise, I am afraid that the person who dies will be you.
"So, father, are you here to take back the body of Mr. Inoue Yuta?" the middle-aged man asked in astonishment.
"This is just a dream of mine. In addition, I want to build a monument for the more than 20 commandos who died at the battle site!" Miyamoto Ichiro gritted his teeth and said: "I want everyone to know that in our country
There is this forgotten battle in the Holy War!”
"Yes, father!" The middle-aged man bowed immediately.
Islanders have always respected the soldiers who made contributions during World War II. Unlike the Chinese people now, some developers demolish the former residences of revolutionary martyrs, demolish revolutionary martyrs parks, and demolish monuments to revolutionary martyrs for their own interests...
The middle-aged man immediately agreed to what the old man did.
Mr. Miyamoto did not attend the reception banquet in the evening because he was not feeling well. Kyota Miyamoto attended the reception banquet on behalf of his father.
"By the way, Mr. Miyamoto, I have arranged some places for you to conduct the examination. I wonder if you have any ideas?" Mrs. Tang is more meticulous and pays more attention to other people's ideas.
Kyota Miyamoto is a more serious person, and he did not lose himself because of Mrs. Tang's beauty. He held the wine and said with a smile: "Mayor Tang, according to my father's wishes, he wants to go to Luoding on the first day
Let’s take a look at the village. I heard that the scenery there is pretty good. My father once stayed in Luoding Village. If possible, we can build a tourist area there. I wonder what the mayor’s wishes are like?”
When Mrs. Tang heard this, it seemed good to establish a tourist area. Mrs. Tang naturally agreed.
"Okay, but the road in Luodingzhai is not easy to walk. It takes an hour to drive there, but I'm afraid it will take more than an hour to walk on the mountain road. Mr. Miyamoto has inconvenient legs and feet. I'm afraid..." Mrs. Tang hesitated.
What if something happens?
"It's okay. You can hire a carriage to pull up the mountain road. My father can bear it!" Miyamoto Kyota had made relevant remarks early on.
"Okay then!" Mrs. Tang nodded.
Chen Xiao kept silent while eating and didn't bother to pay attention to them. Anyway, he was like the kind of person who would accompany them to eat and drink. Tomorrow, they could go sightseeing in the pristine scenic spot, and all the fares, travel expenses, and meal expenses would be reimbursed.
The next day, Mr. Miyamoto seemed to be in a good mood and a little excited. After more than 40 years, he was about to visit the former battlefield again. Miyamoto Ichiro was a little excited. Wearing a black suit, underneath
A white shirt, a pair of shiny leather shoes, and the sparse hair on her head neatly combed.