Chapter 130 Traitors Are Everywhere
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Ruxian's face was covered with tears, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she was feeling a strong sense of discomfort throughout her body.

But she still insisted on taking pictures of the "mass grave" with her German-made film camera.

This is not her bad taste. In addition to being the daughter of the mayor of Shanghai, she is also a special correspondent for the Shanghai Youth Daily.

She wants to record the massacre in Wuming Town with her camera, and then expose yet another blood debt of the Japanese pirates in the newspaper!
"Miss Ruxian, let's go. This team has been missing for such a long time, the Japanese will definitely send a large force to look for us. I'm not afraid, but you still have to bring the evidence back to the city and publish it in time."

Ruxian, who had taken two large rolls of film, nodded after hearing Song Tianen's advice. When she put away the camera and was about to use the bamboo stick in her hand to support her body, she suddenly stood up because of her agitated emotions. She felt dizzy and her whole body went limp. She was about to fall into the mass grave.

"Miss Ruxian, be careful!" Fortunately, Song Tianen was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He rushed forward in two or three steps and grabbed her.

Under the influence of inertia, Ruxian let out a moan and threw herself into Song Tianen's arms.

This time she did not feel shy, but her heart was beating like a deer.

In the short half day she spent with Mr. Song, Ruxian suddenly felt as if she had known him for several years.

The great integrity and righteousness shown by the other party is exactly the quality most needed in this era.

You know, under the rule of the Wang Puppet regime, Shanghai was filled with defeatism and hedonism, and all the characteristics of Song Tianen deeply attracted Ruxian.

"Mr. Song, do you think I have a chance of winning this war?" Ruxian said softly in his arms.

In this era, China's national strength was weak, half of its territory had been occupied, even the capital was lost, and the Japanese army was becoming increasingly rampant.

Even the most optimistic people do not hold out hope of defeating Japan in the short term.

No wonder Ruxian asked this question.

"Don't worry! We will definitely win!" Song Tianen replied firmly.

Ruxian raised her head from Song Tianen's arms and stared at Song Tianen's bright eyes, not knowing where his confidence came from.

"I hope so, Mr. Song, can I call you Brother Tianen?"
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A yellow horse was carrying a man and a woman, walking quietly on a country road. Both of them had their own thoughts along the way, and no one said anything more.

However, the further east you go, the sparser the wetlands and reed marshes become, and the more farms and pedestrians there are around, and even the occasional car passes by.

This means that the two are approaching the outskirts of Shanghai.

Beep, beep, beep. At this time, three cars were driving side by side on the road in the distance.

The leading car suddenly rolled down its window.

A woman with a strange appearance stretched her head out and waved her handkerchief towards us, "As if she were a fairy! As if she were a fairy!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ruxian raised her head with joy. After seeing the other person's face clearly, she responded with the same excitement: "Chuntian! I'm here."

Ruxian turned around excitedly and said, "Brother Tianen, my family is here to see me."

Song Tianen nodded, pulled the reins to stop the horse, and got off the horse carrying Ruxian.

Soon, several cars drove up to the two of them.

As Ruxian's best friend, Chuntian immediately opened the car door and ran towards Ruxian with an exaggerated expression, patting her chest.

"Ruxian, you disappeared for most of the day and I was so worried!"

Tears and snot were streaming down her face, and then she opened her hands. Maybe because she was so excited, she didn't notice that there was a banana peel in front of her.

The result was that he fell flat on his face on the spot!

Just as he was about to get up, his left hand on the ground grabbed a pile of orange shit: "Fuck you, who is so immoral?"

Spring immediately put on a bitter face.

This hilarious scene made Ruxian and Song Tianen laugh so hard that they fell over, and it seemed to dispel some of the extremely gloomy mood in Wuming Town.
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Chuntian, who had just cleaned up the creek by the roadside, stood in front of Ruxian again with full energy as if nothing had happened: "Oh, my aunt, you made me look for you so hard."

As he said this, he reached out and pulled Ruxian.

"what!"

"What happened to Ruxian?"

"It's nothing serious. I just got my foot injured when I was chased by the Ma Yi gang."

"Sackcloth Bandits?!" Chuntian said with an exaggerated expression and a nervous tone, "Wow, these bastards are so cruel and ruthless that they won't stop until they achieve their goal. Ruxian, you can actually escape from them."

Ruxian smiled bitterly and shook her head: "How could I have such ability? It was all thanks to Mr. Song Tianen who came to my rescue, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable."

It was only then that Chuntian noticed that there was a handsome guy standing not far from Ruxian.

"Wow, so handsome! I'm falling in love." Chuntian's eyes lit up in just one second and she was already imagining an eighty-episode soap opera in which she would marry this handsome guy, have children and grandchildren.

She even took the initiative to reach out to feel the warmth of his palm.

But Song Tianen was extremely disliked by this neurotic woman who looked 80% similar to Sandra Ng. Moreover, her hand had just touched dog poop, so he didn't want to shake hands with her.

So he deliberately ignored the other party, turned around and said to Ruxian: "Miss Ruxian, since you have your family to pick you up now, I should also say goodbye."

On the other side, Chuntian didn't get a response, so he smiled awkwardly and withdrew his hand. However, he didn't think the other party was impolite. Instead, he took the initiative to make up for the other party in his mind, saying that if he wasn't cool, how could he be called a handsome guy?

"Wait!" Ruxian immediately stopped Song Tianen who was about to turn around and leave: "Brother Tianen, I can't repay you for saving my life. Can you give me a chance to treat you to a banquet at the Grand Shanghai Hotel tonight to express my gratitude!"

After saying that, Caroline's big eyes blinked at Song Tianen with pleading eyes.

Even Chun Tian beside him chimed in, "Yes, yes, the Grand Shanghai Hotel is very luxurious! And if Mr. Ding Li knew that you saved his fiancée, he would definitely prepare a huge gift for you."

Even though Chuntian was in love, she sensed something was wrong from Ruxian's address to Song Tianen, and quickly mentioned Ding Li as a way of indirectly reminding the two of them. Looking at those big eyes, Song Tianen shrugged: "Then it's better to obey than to be respectful!"

"YES!" Ruxian was secretly delighted and couldn't help but blurt out a word in English.

"But Brother Tian En, before we go to the Grand Shanghai Hotel, can you accompany me to the newspaper office? I don't want to wait even a moment to expose that thing to the public!"

"Ruxian, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Is there any gossip?"

Chuntian naturally knew that Ruxian was just a hobbyist special correspondent, and thought that he had taken some gossip photos of some famous person.
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The Youth Progress Daily is located near the French Concession in the old Luwan District of Shanghai. It is a three-story Western-style building.

The first floor is the printing factory, and the second and third floors are the editorial offices.

"Hello, Miss Ruxian."

"Miss Ruxian, what happened to your foot?"

Ruxian was being supported as she walked along, and employees of the newspaper, regardless of their rank, nodded and greeted her along the way.

It can be seen that although she is just a special correspondent, her status in the newspaper is very transcendent.

Come to think of it, Shanghai was not peaceful at the time, with the Japanese pirates ruling with oppression and ruffians running rampant.

This person's father is the mayor of the pseudo-government. With her as a Bodhisattva to keep order, those Green Gang thugs who want to cause trouble will have to think twice, and even some troublesome municipal officials will have to give them some face.
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In the reception room of the editorial department, Ruxian arranged for Song Tianen to rest in the reception room first, and even personally made a cup of coffee for him.

As for Chuntian, even Ruxian, who was a little slower, could see that Song Tianen seemed to dislike her a little, so he sent her away temporarily and asked her to go to the hotel first to prepare for the grand reception ceremony in the evening!

"Brother Tian En, please wait for me here for a moment. I will report the film to the editor-in-chief first. If there is no problem, the content will be published in the newspaper tomorrow."

Hearing this, Song Tianen shrugged helplessly. He didn't think that the newspaper would dare to publish these contents, but the girl in front of him was in high spirits, so there was no need to say anything to spoil her fun.

However, just in case, halfway through the journey, Song Tianen asked Ruxian for a backup film. In case some people in the newspaper had evil intentions to destroy the evidence of the Japanese crimes, the backup in his hand could be regarded as an insurance.
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Inside the editor-in-chief’s office.

The editor-in-chief Shi Zenglin, a man with white hair and reading glasses, is reviewing the news that will be published in tomorrow's newspaper.

But the so-called news is nothing more than some trivial gossip about cats and dogs, and the gossip of other people!
There was no breaking news at all. Think about it, it was under the control of the Wang Puppet regime. In fact, these newspapers could not do anything. They were basically full of articles praising the achievements of the government. For example, the North China sweep some time ago was forced to be described as helping the Chinese government to eliminate bandits. Who were the bandits? Everyone knew it in their hearts! It was the little devils, but who dared to say it out loud.

It was said that they committed one bloody crime after another during the mopping-up operation, but the Japanese flatly denied it! So several newspapers secretly sent special reporters to prepare for on-site interviews, but in the next ten days, almost no one came back alive.

Therefore, without solid photographic evidence, this so-called bloody incident was ridiculed by the Japanese as yet another slander against the Imperial Army.

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door.

The editor-in-chief looked up and saw that it was Ruxian who came in. He nodded and said, "Miss Ruxian, are you here to hand in your landscape and humanities photos again? Hey, are you injured?"

Even though he knew that the news provided by this sponsor was all irrelevant, he still condescended to review it personally every time to show his respect.

"It's just a minor injury, but the photos I took this time are of great significance, editor-in-chief. You must take a look at them yourself." After saying this, Ruxian stretched out her head and tried to look around. Seeing that she did not attract other people's attention, she even closed the wooden door tightly.

But she didn't know that her action caught the attention of deputy editor-in-chief Zhan Shizhuo, who had been adding articles.

He put down his pen, quietly moved to the door, and put his ear against the wooden door to eavesdrop.
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Seeing Ruxian's serious face, she handed over the film.

Editor-in-chief Shi Zenglin put on his glasses, pulled out the film and identified the contents with a serious face. Even though the photos had not been developed yet, it was still vaguely recognizable that this was a massacre.

It was yet another bloody murder by the Japanese devils targeting innocent townspeople.

"Where did Ruxian get these photos from?"

The editor-in-chief looked horrified, his hands shaking, as if this light roll of film weighed a thousand pounds.

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief! Listen to me!"

Ruxian immediately suppressed his physical discomfort and anger and recounted the tragedy that happened in Wuming Town.

Snapped!
A crisp sound was heard. It turned out that Shi Zenglin smashed his white porcelain cup in excitement.

"Fuck! Those damn Japanese!"

The sound of heavy breathing continued in the office.

"Mr. Editor, can these contents be published in the newspaper tomorrow?"

Ruxian looked at Shi Zenglin expectantly.

Hearing Ruxian's question, Shi Zenglin was stunned, and the film in his hand kept shaking. Printing and publishing are easy, but if this is reported, it will be a big deal!
The closure of the newspaper is no big deal. In the end it is possible that all the employees will be arrested, and all the hard work you have put in throughout your life will be wasted!

But if you just turn a blind eye to it, you will definitely feel guilty and may regret this decision for the rest of your life.

Shi Zenglin smiled bitterly at Ruxian and said, "You have given me a huge problem."

Ruxian felt guilty, but soon she became firm. "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, the Japanese pirates are becoming more rampant and their will to destroy us is not dead. That is why the bloody incident in Wuming Town must be published to arouse the public's awareness. Didn't you say that the duty of us journalists is to reveal the truth and awaken the public's conscience and sense of justice?"

After hearing this, Shi Zenglin sighed and said, "You are right, but you also know the current situation. It is not easy for our newspaper to get to where it is today. If we fall into crisis because of this report, how can I face my colleagues in the newspaper and the families who have lost their jobs because of me?"

After hearing this, Ruxian threw away his crutches and placed his hands on the table: "Editor-in-Chief, I understand your concerns. But please believe me, once this report is published, it will definitely cause a huge social response and may even lead to a public resistance. By then, perhaps our newspaper will become famous and become a pioneer of national awakening."

After hearing this, Shi Zenglin fell into deep thought. Such a decision was too important and he had to consider it carefully.

At this time, Zhan Shizhuo, who was outside the door, had already heard the conversation between the two. He was horrified: "This Miss Ruxian wants to kill us all? No, I can't just watch her destroy the newspaper."

Zhan Shizhuo quietly moved back, walked to his desk, picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
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Shi Zenglin stood up, walked to the window, opened it and looked into the distance. He happened to see some progressive students who were marching being beaten with rubber batons by some pseudo-government police!
This scene seemed to make him make up his mind: "You are right. We cannot lose our principles because of fear. Ruxian, go and develop the film. I will write the article myself and it will be published in the newspaper tomorrow."

After hearing this, Ruxian was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes: "Thank you, editor-in-chief!"

(End of this chapter)