Qucheng is located in the easternmost edge of the Asian continent, on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, east of the East China Sea, and is one of the central cities of the Yangtze River Delta urban agglomeration.

As a metropolis in history and one of the three major gateway cities in China, Qucheng has been known as the "Southeast Giant County" since ancient times.

Different from other coastal areas, the northeast coast of Qucheng is a mass grave covering an area of about 500 hectares, and the area radiating nearly ten miles into the center of the city is desolate.

There is only a rare ring road that surrounds the Mengshan Mountain.

In that year, the Battle of Songhu, with Huangpu as the central battlefield, began, and Qucheng was also affected.

The main battlefield of the anti-Japanese resistance in Qucheng is this Mengshan beach as the first line of defense.

After three months of fierce fighting, blood and tears were sprinkled all over the land.

At that time, Lao Chiang still held the illusion that the signatories of the "Nine-Power Pact" would come to intervene to stop the fighting, and 700,000 troops were stubbornly defending Huangpu, even with Qucheng relying on the natural barrier of Mengshan Mountain.

However, the general trend has gone, and Lao Chiang did not even arrange the order of retreat of the troops, and the great retreat turned into a great escape, with three or four hundred thousand people crowded on several highways and were guided from the sky. Shells and roaring cannons bombarded, burying corpses in the sand.

After the war, the corpses of the Mengshan beach in Qucheng were all over the field.

Superstitious old people say that every rainy night, you can faintly hear the roars of tens of thousands of soldiers.

In the decades that followed, this mass grave that was not close to the living seemed to be subconsciously forgotten by the huge Qucheng.

Tens of thousands of bones were left unattended.

Although due to some unknown factors, Qucheng did not fall with Huangpu. However, the remains of the martyrs who died here were not even sent to the martyrs' cemetery after the liberation of China to be admired by future generations.

The remaining part of the bones that can't survive the passage of time and can't withstand the years have long since turned into dust and slept with the spring mud.

This world is like this, there are always some people or things that should be rewarded, but they are blown away by the merciless rain and wind of time.

Nearly a hundred years is a short time, but it is long enough for the small saplings on Mengshan Mountain to lift up the sea of canopies that cover the sky and the sun, and spread down to the once bleak mass grave.

I don't know if it has proved the eternal truth of "no pole Tailai".

The mass grave has quietly transformed into a natural ecological garden surrounded by mountains and rivers, like an oasis in the reinforced concrete city.

The business giants in Qucheng have smelled business opportunities, and the political bigwigs have quietly begun to sell at a price.

For a time, the focus of Qucheng was nearly a hundred years apart, and it gathered on this mass grave again.

Calm daily rain and rain meeting!

The night was dark, and a sudden chill in the air brought the news of autumn.

"Miss, it's here."

The voice without any emotional fluctuations sounded softly, and the slight voice made people feel extremely relieved to listen to it.

The expressionless young man bent down slightly, and said cleanly by tearing open the rear seat door of the BMW 7 Series.

The black suit is not fancy, the fabric of the latissimus dorsi part is particularly loose, and it is not matched with a regular white shirt, but a tight-fitting camouflage vest, which outlines the well-defined chest and abdomen.

The black suit pants on the young man's lower body are extremely loose and have no beauty at all. The leather shoes under his feet even smell of marching boots.

"Hmm." After about three seconds of silence, a faint, indistinct female voice came from inside the car.

As soon as the words fell, a pair of slender beautiful legs stepped on the ground at the same time, thinking that it was because they were wearing short skirts, and then a delicate face appeared from the shadows.

Girl XVIII. Nine-year-old appearance, between the eyebrows and eyes still with the immaturity that can't be concealed and the charm of a woman who has not yet fully grown.

The beige frilly skirt was paired with an extremely slim white shirt, as pure as a white jasmine.

Her name is Zhuang Die, Zhuang Die's Zhuang Die of Zhuang Zhoumengdie.

"This is the mass grave that was robbed by a group of top business giants in Qucheng who did not hesitate to tear their faces and scatter their faces?" Zhuang Die squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the mass grave in front of her, which had long been unworthy of the name, "There is indeed a big business opportunity." ”

The black-clothed young man beside him was obviously accustomed to her occasional self-questioning and answering methods, but nodded his head to a very small extent and did not speak. The eagle's sharp pupils pay attention to the wind and grass around it from time to time.

"Qingsi, what do you think is the most profitable thing to use for this piece of land to develop?" Zhuang Die blinked and glanced at the young man in black with big eyes.

Qingsi is the name of a young man in black, but in Mengshan District, most people who know him will respectfully call him the fourth brother.

"Miss, I'll only fight, I won't make money." Qingsi said calmly.

Zhuang Die was bored with himself, and frowned at the cute Qiong nose, "That's right, I almost forgot that you are a manual laborer living at the bottom of society, and you have to wait for Miss Ben to pay you your salary every month, it's really difficult for you." As he spoke, he threw away a symbolic look of comfort.

Qingsi was unmoved, standing aside like a stone statue.

"In addition to the top giants in Qucheng, who are still safe, the rest of the major industry leaders have begun to take action, and it is inevitable that there will be some wind and grass circulation."

Zhuang Die smiled slightly, and gently brushed a strand of naughty hair behind her ear, "In a few years, what will become of this place?" ”

"The most luxurious private garden villa complex in Qucheng and even in China?"

"Or take advantage of the natural advantages of Mengshan Mountain and the East China Sea to build a top leisure resort that is famous overseas?"

Zhuang Die's eyes showed a little maturity and thinking that did not fit his age, "There is no doubt that owning the land in front of you, whether it is the development of the traditional real estate industry or the practice of squeezing into the emerging leisure tourism industry, can bring extremely considerable liquid profits." ”

She paused as she spoke, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "However, you can't have both fish and bear's paws, the real estate industry is a one-shot deal, even if you earn 1% of the wealth in the pockets of the top rich people in the pyramid of China, it is difficult to continuously extract value, just like killing chickens and eating meat, tasting the deliciousness of meat at a time but eating one bite less." ”

"On the contrary, the leisure tourism industry is oriented to the remaining 99% of the ordinary people, there is a word called small profits and quick turnover, which may not be suitable for this, but it is harmless to call it small profits and long sales. Raising chickens for eggs is a long-term solution, but it is never possible to imagine the deliciousness of chicken. Making money like this is too stable and petty. ”

Zhuang Die talked eloquently, angry with mountains and rivers.

"If this land belongs to Miss, what will Miss do with it?" Qingsi asked with a rare opening.

Zhuang Die threw him an appreciative look with satisfaction, even if he is acting in a stand-up comedy, he needs a discerning compliment to set off his own teasing, not to mention that it does not look normal for a person to talk to himself for a long time.

"If the land in front of me belonged to me, I would only move less than 10% of the area by the beach, and the remaining 90% would be kept intact, so that the cost of construction funds and construction time could be reduced to one-tenth." Zhuang Die continued.

"Retaining ninety percent of the garden ecology, is it a leisure tourism industry that focuses on sightseeing?" Qing Si frowned slightly and said, not seeing the slightest difference between doing this and building a resort to eat natural meals and make a little money.

Zhuang Die smiled and didn't answer, but asked, "Do you know what kind of pastime the top gentlemen in Qucheng are usually keen on?" The corners of her mouth lifted, and then she replied to herself: "It's nothing more than pretending to step on people to pick up beautiful girls." ”

"These three things are usually closely linked, and when immortals fight mortals suffer, the collision of the two dumb sons will inevitably develop into a confrontation between two big power groups. And if this kind of thing happens in your land, if you don't have enough strong confidence, it is difficult to be impartial and absolutely neutral. So the best way to deal with it is..."

Zhuang Die stopped talking for a while, and only after a moment did he say softly: "The king doesn't see the king!" ”

The king does not see the king?

How difficult!

Where there are people, there are contradictions, whether at the same time or not in the same place.

The reason why you call it a gentleman is because of your rich and capricious style of life.

Similarly, the disposition of "heaven and earth are the second of the great Lao Tzu" has almost become the direct meaning of the gentleman.

"When I say that the king does not see the king, I do not mean that they will not be allowed to meet." As if seeing the doubts in Qingsi's heart, Zhuang Die slowly explained: "Let them meet, let them compare, but what if there is a pastime here that can go straight to the lifeline, so that they can't give up and linger?" ”

"No matter which stunned young man wants to touch Miss Ben, the other gentlemen will not allow it, so the more they make trouble, the heavier the comparison, and the money I make will also increase geometrically, and under this balance, no one dares to make a big fuss and mess around. What's more, everyone knows that there is a queen behind my Zhuang Die, and I am the uncrowned king in this place, and I want them to send money to Miss Ben willingly. ”

Qingsi was slightly stunned, although his mind was still a piece of paste, but looking at the girl in front of him who looked like a big boss, he felt a little proud in his heart.

"If the land in front of me belongs to Miss Ben, a year later, a top club in Qucheng and even Huaxia will rise. In this fairyland-like land, blind bears are infested, wild tigers hunt for food, and herds of elk pass by. Zhuang Die shouted, "Here you can not only enjoy the treatment of the city emperor, but also have the excitement of horses stepping on Feiyan to show their majesty." Here, it will be the best choice for the hunting and recreation of China's top gentlemen in the future, the threshold for entering the ranks of first-line sons, and a symbol of identity and honor. ”

"Hunting?" Qingsi finally understood Zhuang Die's idea.

No wonder Miss said before that if she owns this mass grave, she is the king.

Indeed, isn't the best place for hunting in Qucheng the Mengshan Mountain in front of you and the lush mass graves that spread out?

Even if you look at the whole of China, it is the best place to build a hunting club.

"Do you imagine that in this land full of historical weights and war relics, riding horses and bending bows, guns and bullets are like shuttles, do you suddenly have a kind of pleasure of returning to the time of the Battle of Songhu, doesn't it just satisfy the vanity of those gentlemen?" Zhuang Die stared at the delicate big eyes, and his tone was seductive.

Qingsi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he felt that there was a surge of blood in his heart.

Some history allows forgiveness, but it will not be forgotten.