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At around 11:30 in the morning, the car arrived in Rongcheng and parked outside the airport.

Mrs. Tang got out of the car and couldn't help stretching her waist. The snow-white belly and cute belly button were all exposed. It really was charming and fascinating.Chen Ling stared at Mrs. Tang's small waist, which was full and grippable, and thought of that round and sexy butt.Thinking of those two 'cracking' nights, Chen Xiao couldn't help being hard.

"Little villain, what are you thinking?" Mrs. Tang whispered in Chen Ling's ear.

"Ah... I... I was wondering when the delegation from the Island Chamber of Commerce will arrive!" Chen Xiao said awkwardly.

"If the plane is not delayed, it will arrive around twelve noon." Mrs. Tang glanced at Chen Xiao and said, "Let's go, let's go in. The airport has already made preparations for the reception!"

Half an hour later, the two simple and honest directors of the reception office and the investment promotion office also arrived at the scene.

Relevant flowers have been prepared at the airport, and there are more than a dozen lovely elementary school students, all of whom are children from local schools.The weather in February was as cold as winter, but these lovely children were wearing thin costumes, as if they had made a special trip to wait for the delegation from the island country chamber of commerce.Chen Xiao looked distressed, and said to Mrs. Tang beside her, "Sister Tang Min, isn't it too much for these children to stand here in such cold weather?"

"Then let them go in for a rest first, and let them come out after the plane lands!" Mrs. Tang smiled.

At 12:30, the plane landed from the sky, and the children came out of the greenhouse, facing the biting cold wind, dancing with flowers and ribbons.There were also some people among them, and the welcoming team at the scene was still very spectacular.Chen Xiao 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 didn't hear what Chen Xiao said clearly.

"No...it's nothing!" Chen Xiao hurriedly shook her head and said, "I mean, today's battle is huge. Everyone has worked hard!"

"That's right, it's a form!" Mrs. Tang laughed.

There was a commotion on the airfield, and the delegation from the Island Chamber of Commerce arrived late.A group of people got off the plane, headed by a disabled old man who looked about 80 or [-] years old, sitting in a wheelchair, and the sparse white hair on his head seemed to indicate that he would not have many years in the future.However, the old man seemed to be in good spirits, with a hint of rosiness on his cheeks, especially seeing such a lively battle, the old man felt even more excited.

Then, representatives of the society presented flowers to the elderly, and representatives of primary school students presented flowers to the elderly.The old man expressed his thanks.

"Mr. Miyamoto, welcome to the land of Bashu!" Mrs. Tang walked up at the right time, and then introduced herself: "I am the mayor of Dazhou City, and my name is Tang Min. In the next week, I will be the The guide for your investigation in Dazhou!"

"Mayor Tang, thank you for your hard work!" the old man laughed.Mrs. Tang was surprised by her fluent Chinese. Originally, she was going to ask the secretary to translate for herself, but she didn't expect to save the secretary's translation, and the communication became much easier.

Faced with Mrs. Tang's surprise, a middle-aged man behind the old man bowed to Mrs. Tang, and said, "Mayor Tang, in fact, my father has been to Dazhou a long time ago, but at that time neither you nor I born!"

"No wonder Mr. Miyamoto's Chinese is so fluent!" Mrs. Tang laughed.

After some simple communication, Mrs. Tang invited Mr. Miyamoto and his group to the luxury bus prepared by Rongcheng.The car is very tall and has a fully enclosed air-conditioning design. Chen Xiao and the staff of the reception office and the investment promotion office also boarded the bus, telling 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 contradictions between the two countries, Mrs. Tang cleverly avoided the history of Dazhou City after World War II and jumped directly to the modern history.The old man Miyamoto added: "Actually, a large amount of land in Dazhou City, including Rongcheng City and Chongqing, almost fell into the hands of our army. It's a pity that the small team that carried out secret missions back then was discovered... Otherwise, we would not have lost in World War II!"

Mr. Miyamoto's words immediately made the atmosphere in the car tense.

"Old man!" Chen Xiao spoke at this time. He looked at Miyamoto and said with a smile: "In history, just wars will always win; wars of aggression will eventually fail! When the island country invaded China, the army only reached Guizhou. How did you get to Bashu?"

"Hehe, that's because history has been buried!" Mr. Miyamoto sighed with emotion.

Because of this sudden scene, everyone in the car was silent.At this time, Director Huang of the reception office hastily interjected: "Hehe, China and the island are now advocating friendship. China and the island are friendly neighbors. We should communicate more and create brilliance together!"

Director Huang's words made the atmosphere a little more active, and Mrs. Tang hinted at Chen Ling, telling him to talk less.Chen Ling simply didn't bother to speak.

Chinese food is settled on the bus.Mrs. Tang said very apologetically to Mr. Miyamoto: "Mr., I'm really sorry, the Chinese food is temporarily simple. When we arrive in Dazhou, we will definitely take care of you!"

"Hehe, it's okay!" Mr. Miyamoto smiled and said, "This is already very good. When we were in Dazhou, we drove all night and ate coarse grains. How can it compare with the rich food now!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the car arrived at the Kington Hotel, which is the reception hotel designated by the Dazhou Municipal Government.Mr. Miyamoto and his party were placed in the hotel, and the reception banquet in the afternoon was set in the Kington Hotel.

Mrs. Tang dragged Chen Xiao out of Mr. Miyamoto's suite 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 this for?"

"Actually, I'm here to fulfill a dream I've had for many years!" Mr. Miyamoto's eyes were cloudy, and tears flowed down from them.

"What kind of dream is this?" The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"Back then, the First Commando of the Imperial Army that I was in received an order to secretly take a plane and land in Dazhou, the land of Bashu, and then secretly travel [-] kilometers to the Kuomintang headquarters for a sneak attack!" Mr. Miyamoto looked at The charming scenery outside the window revealed a rare solemnity, as if he was in the secret operation back then.Under the old man's narration, his son finally understood why the old man was so persistent in wanting to come to Dazhou City.

After receiving the order that year, the old man and his first commando successfully landed in Dazhou. However, they were quickly discovered by the local guerrillas and fought fiercely.Most of the more than 20 members of the first commando were buried in foreign countries. Only Ichiro Miyamoto escaped and disguised himself as a Chinese, so he fled back to Japan.Even though he returned to China, he still couldn't forget the more than 20 members who died, especially one of the senior soldiers named Inoue Yuta, who blocked the fatal bullet for himself.Otherwise, the person who died would probably be himself.

"So, father, are you here to bring back Mr. Yuta Inoue's corpse?" the middle-aged man asked in astonishment.

"This is just a dream of mine. In addition, I want to build a monument to 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 Jihad Among them is this forgotten battle!"

"Yes, Father!" The middle-aged man bowed immediately.

The islanders have always respected the soldiers who made contributions during World War II.Unlike the citizens of China today, some developers have demolished the former residences of revolutionary martyrs, demolished the parks of revolutionary martyrs, and demolished the monuments of revolutionary martyrs for their own benefit...

The middle-aged man immediately agreed with the old man's approach.

Mr. Miyamoto did not participate in the reception banquet in the evening because he was not feeling well.Miyamoto Kyota attended the welcome banquet on behalf of his father.

"By the way, Mr. Miyamoto, I've already arranged some inspection sites for you. Do you have any ideas?" Mrs. Tang is more meticulous and pays more attention to other people's ideas.

Miyamoto Kyota is a more serious person, he did not lose himself because of Mrs. Tang's beauty.Holding the wine, he said with a smile: "Mayor Tang, according to my father's wishes, he wants to visit Luoding Village on the first day. I heard that the scenery there is good. My father once stayed in Luoding Village. If If possible, build a tourist area there, I don't know what Mayor Tang wants?"

When Madam Tang heard it, it seemed to be a good idea to establish a tourist area.Madam Tang naturally agreed.

"Okay, but the road to Luoding Village is not easy to walk. It takes an hour to drive there, but the mountain road may take another hour. Miyamoto's legs are inconvenient. 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 already said something about it.

"Alright then!" Mrs. Tang nodded.

Chen Xiao kept her mouth shut and ate, and didn't bother to pay attention to them. Anyway, she was like the kind of person who eats and drinks with her.Tomorrow, you can go to the original scenic spot for sightseeing again, and all the fares, travel expenses, and meals will be reimbursed.

On the second day, Mr. Miyamoto seemed to be in a good mood, even a little excited.After more than 40 years, Ichiro Miyamoto felt a little excited when he was about to visit the former battlefield again.He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt inside, a pair of shiny leather shoes, and his sparse hair was neatly combed.