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Chapter 1131 New Japan, New World (Second update, please subscribe)

"...The following is a news report. According to the Soviet TASS news agency, Soviet leader Khrushchev will pay a state visit to Southeast Asia in the near future..."

Listening to the news on the radio, Zheng Hanjie was stunned at first, with a look of surprise on his face.

The reason for such a difference in performance is that in his perception, the Nanyang and the Russians cannot pee in the same pot.

Why are they suddenly visiting each other now?
But after a moment of surprise, Zheng Hanjie seemed to have figured out something about Xinyang City and said:

"I never thought that even the Soviet leaders would go to Southeast Asia. However, it's no wonder they would go. After all, Southeast Asia is the third most powerful country in the world!"

The third most powerful country in the world!

I don’t know when it started, but in Kyushu, when people mention Nanyang, they always describe it as “the third best in the world”.

Not only is Nanyang's economy now second only to the United States and Russia, but also because of Nanyang's military strength - it has atomic bombs, rockets, satellites, and has sent astronauts into space.

Economically prosperous and militarily advanced.

In short, this world's third place is well-deserved.

"Nanyang is really extraordinary!"

While expressing his emotion, Zheng Hanjie looked out the car window.

Looking out the window at Fukuoka, compared to a few years ago, Fukuoka is now more prosperous, and the traces of the war have completely disappeared. Not to mention here, even Nagasaki, the city that suffered from the atomic bomb, has now basically completed reconstruction.

Although these cities could not compare to the prosperity of Chang'an, Zheng Hanjie witnessed the changes here with his own eyes, seeing how it transformed from a ruin into a prosperous city. Of course, he also witnessed another aspect of the transformation here - the Mandarin on the radio and television, the Chinese characters on the roadside signs, and the Mandarin spoken by the people, all proved this transformation.

In the past twelve years, millions of occupying troops and hundreds of thousands of Tangshan immigrants have settled here, married local women and had children. They have multiplied here, and because of this, the island has changed. Now the mainstream population here is Tang people - more than 70% of the population are Tang people and their wives and children.

Looking at the city outside the car window, Zheng Hanjie smiled and thought to himself, these people who are in a foreign land have turned this place into a home.

"Actually, this is pretty good."

Yes, this is also good, but it depends on the individual. For people like Zheng Hanjie, life is indeed very good now. Although Kyushu is far less prosperous than Nanyang, its development speed is astonishing. The economic boom has also attracted many Japanese to work here. For these Japanese, they feel mixed emotions.

Because it was a break, Matsushima Jinichi did not work in the factory. As we all know, there are no weekends in Kyushu factories. The rule here is to work 12 hours a day and only have half a day off a week.

This half day is often the time when movie theaters, bars, and food stalls have the busiest business. Factory workers will come out to watch movies, drink, and go shopping. Of course, Matsushima is no exception. Unlike other people who are not used to the high-intensity labor in factories, Matsushima, who came out of a prisoner-of-war camp, thinks that these militarized factories are just like kindergartens and working there is easy.

Matsushima even made some management suggestions based on his experience in the POW camp, which further improved the factory's production efficiency.

This also allowed him to be successfully promoted to workshop supervisor, earning an extra 50 yuan a month - this was a Kyushu circulation note, and the exchange rate with the US dollar was 50 yuan to one dollar, which was much more valuable than the Japanese yen.

I have to say that these factories run by Tang people are still willing to spend money to treat meritorious personnel. He only earned 300 yuan a month, and his salary increased by 50 yuan all of a sudden!
Because of this, Songdao is quite satisfied with his current life. He is eager to find some more details and combine them with his experience in the prisoner-of-war camp to further improve their work efficiency.

By that time, promotion and salary increase would be normal. Of course, workers would have to work harder.

But who cares about the workers?

As long as I can live a good life, that's enough.

Earn four or five hundred yuan a month!
Where can I find such a high salary?
But this does not mean that there are no regrets. For example, now, Matsushima comes to this street again, looking at the grocery store not far away, Matsushima feels mixed emotions - the grocery store with "Chen's Daily Grocery" written on it once belonged to him, and it is a shop passed down by Matsushima's family for three generations.

But now it has a new owner - Chen Renhe, who is a sergeant in the occupation army. Because he is a reservist, he does not need to serve in the army and is now in the store.

As Songdao looked longingly at his former home, a woman walked outside the store.

"Keiko..."

That was his wife, his former wife, but what about now?

But she became someone else's wife - Chen Renhe's wife, and gave birth to seven children for him. Not only that, even his mother gave birth to two children for him!

It is simply against human ethics. Even if you do it, you have to do it secretly.

But this kind of thing is very normal in Kyushu. In order to resist the Allied forces, almost all the men here were killed, and the survivors were imprisoned in prisoner-of-war camps. Matsushima's father died on the battlefield, and he was imprisoned in a prisoner-of-war camp. At that time, he had just gotten married.

Without men, there is no one to rely on. In the post-war famine, in order to survive, countless women threw themselves into the arms of the occupying forces, including mothers and daughters, sisters, and mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. It is normal and even more common because there is less psychological pressure. "Fuck, what a bitch..."

Once again, Matsushima couldn't help but curse. Although he cursed, his heart was still full of reluctance. After all, Keiko was his middle school classmate and his first love.

"Renyi..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him, but it was not in Japanese, but in Mandarin. Turning back, looking at the middle-aged woman holding a child in one hand and pulling the child in the other, Matsushima's expression became a little complicated.

"Ah, mother."

Yumi looked very happy when she saw her son and said quickly.

"Renyi, you're taking a day off today, right? We'll have dinner soon, but can you stay for dinner?"

Yumi seemed a little hesitant in her invitation because she knew that some things were unacceptable to her son.

"I, I think it's better..."

Just when Matsushima was about to refuse, a man's voice came from behind him.

"Brother Songdao, you're here, come on, come home quickly, don't be shy, this is your home!"

As always, when he saw Songdao, Chen Renhe was still so enthusiastic. While actively inviting him, he took the younger daughter from his eldest daughter-in-law and invited him again.

"Wife, go buy some stewed dishes. Let's go home first. Today, we two brothers will have a couple of drinks."

Matsushima was surprised when he heard that, and Chen Renhe finally reacted and smiled innocently.

"Look at me. From now on, we will talk about our own things. You call her mom and I call you brother..."

Without even waiting for Songdao to refuse, Chen Renhe pulled him home, not giving him any chance to refuse.

This meal made Songdao feel even more complicated, for the simple reason that this was his home, his mother, his wife...but all this was in the past.

Yes, he once had it all, but now, it all belonged to the man in front of him.

But despite his mixed feelings, he still finished the meal. While eating, looking at his docile mother and ex-wife, and the honest and enthusiastic Chen Renhe, Songdao had only one thought in his mind - damn, who caused all this!
Damn Hirohito, if he hadn't started the war, he would have been imprisoned in a prisoner-of-war camp in Southeast Asia for ten years. How could he have lost everything?

Not to mention him personally, even Kyushu... has become someone else's.

Is this the price of starting a war?
On this day, Matsushima was drunk, and when he left, he also staggered away. Dusk had fallen, and on both sides of the street, all kinds of neon lights were blooming. They were warm red, jumping like flames in the cold air, awakening dormant desires. Under the red neon lights, women wearing various cheongsams and fur jackets stood there in the cold wind, and they would always continue to solicit customers.

Although "going to Southeast Asia" is the choice of many Japanese women, not everyone has the opportunity. After all, not everyone can learn Mandarin. Nowadays, Southeast Asia has requirements even for "trainees". At least they need to score 60 points in the "Academic Mandarin Proficiency Test". Otherwise, they can only sigh in despair.

There is a threshold to Nanyang!
Precisely because of the threshold, some women from this state choose to come to Kyushu to work to make a living. Some women go to factories, while some women end up becoming street prostitutes, soliciting business on the streets.

Walking under the flashing neon lights, looking at the woman on the roadside, Songdao walked over and started negotiating the price with her in fluent Mandarin. Soon, they got into a small roadside hotel. The soundproofing in the hotel was very poor, and all kinds of sounds were heard, including the breathing of men and women and people talking.

"Hey, these Japanese women are really cool. When we bring them back to the military dependents' village, Lao Lin and the others will surely be envious..."

"Haha, that's not the case. This life is really fucking weird. When we were soldiers a few years ago, we fought against the Japanese. Now that we are no longer soldiers, we have to deal with Japanese women every fucking night."

Although they were in bed, Songdao could tell their identities—the veterans of Wandao. In the past few years, a large number of veterans of Wandao had retired. Most of them were single, and there were not so many women in Wandao!
Because many of the veterans had fellow countrymen in Kyushu, they all went to Kyushu to find women. Although the economy of the Taiwan Islands was not as good as that of Kyushu, the women who came from rural areas of Honshu and Shikoku did not care about it. After all, the environment in the Taiwan Islands was better than that in Japan, and marrying those veterans was at least better than staying in Japan and suffering.

As a result, more and more veterans came to Kyushu, and even to Honshu, Shikoku and other places to find wives. There were even agencies that specialized in matchmaking in the local area. Listening to their unbridled laughter, Matsushima's mood became even more complicated.

This is fucking Japan!

Cursing in his heart and looking at the woman on his body, Matsushima felt a surge of anger in his heart. He suddenly pushed the woman to the ground. While cursing, he was just about to vent his inner dissatisfaction, but he suddenly lost the energy.

After everything was over, Matsushima lay down on the bed helplessly, pointed at the money on the bedside table with his fingers weakly, and then lay there motionless, with only one thought left in his mind - damn, what kind of world is this!
Yes! What kind of hell is this? After so many years since the war ended, Japan still doesn't see any hope. Even women are fleeing Japan.

Looking at the neon lights outside the window, Matsushima felt more and more depressed, and kept repeating the word "pride" in his mind... What the hell is this world!

(End of this chapter)