In Hamburg, Germany, a direct plane to New York slowly landed on the runway of JFK Airport.

Zhou Shuo, Yu Qiong and a slim woman with a smile like a flower stood at the pick-up exit, looking forward to it. When Pang Zhou's fat figure appeared, they hurriedly waved their arms.

Pang Zhou didn't run over immediately, but turned sideways to reveal a woman in her fifties behind him. She looked healthy and energetic, and she didn't look old when she walked. Pang Zhou turned his head sideways and said a few words to her, she nodded, and then walked over to Zhou Shuo and them.

"Reinhardt. Ms. Rabe. Zhou Shuo took two steps with some excitement and stepped forward and stretched out his hands.

"You must be Mr. Zhou Shuo." Reinhart. Rabe smiled and held out his hand to shake him. Surprisingly, she actually spoke a word of Chinese. Although it is inevitable that there is some pidgin in the articulation of words, it can still be understood to some extent.

"It's me!" Zhou Shuo nodded vigorously and asked cautiously, "Did you bring something?" ”

"Brought!" Reinhart. Ms. Rabe was not so restrained, but smiled very generously and said, "Don't worry, although it is a little old, it is not something that is so easy to break." ”

"That's good, that's good!" Zhou Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, if there was the slightest mistake in this thing, then he would be a great sin.

"Let me introduce-" Zhou Shuo pointed to his side and said, "This is Ms. Yu Qiong, the general manager of Liuer Software Company. Ms. Zhang is a freelance writer for The New York Times and the Associated Press. ”

"Hello, young ladies." Reinhart. Lady Rabe greeted happily.

"Please follow me. Cars are already available outside the airport. Zhou Shuo led the way first and walked outside.

Times Square, New York. The 7.2-meter-long and wide-body Cadillac luxury official car provided by the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel was safely parked at the door of the hotel.

The doorman cleverly came up and opened the door. Naturally, a black and strong black waiter came over and loaded the salute into a safe and secure luggage cart. The elevator goes straight to the top floor, and a group of full-time service personnel come to provide them with various convenient services.

There are those who take clothes, those who press the elevator, those who open doors, those who lead the way, and those who serve tea and pour water......

The Hilton in Times Square is one of the best hotels in New York, and the service it offers is no different. Its service attitude is sincere, and its business is excellent. Not only Ms. Rabe was satisfied, but even Zhou Shuo, who had not experienced this battle, was not only dumbfounded.

In the presidential suite, the black waiter who accompanied him parked the luggage cart and carried the salutes down one by one and placed them in a special place. Then everyone retreated in an orderly manner under Zhou Shuo's instructions.

Zhou Shuo rubbed his hands and looked at Ms. Bella's suitcase with a somewhat solemn expression. Looking at her expectantly, he asked, "Can I-"

"Of course." Ms. Bella nodded slightly, watching Zhou Shuo slowly open the suitcase.

There was no change of clothes in the suitcase, no amenities for travel, just a thick book lying quietly on a silk backing.

Zhou Shuo took a deep breath with some embarrassment. He even bit his lip childishly. He carefully picked up the book and opened it gently.

"Rabe's Diary", that's its name.

It records that John. What Rabe saw and heard in Nanjing, China.

"On December 4, 1937, Japanese bombers were bombing all over our heads. I opened the door. Many people sat quietly under the huge German flag, which was very safe. Because Japan is our loyal ally, stop bombing when you see our flag......"

Zhang Chunru poked his head out. Slowly translated the German from the diary into English and read it out.

"What is this?" She asked, a little confused.

Of course, she knew what she was reading. But what I don't understand is why Zhou Shuo wants to ship such a book from Germany to the United States with great fanfare.

"This is Rabe's diary. It was the German Johann. Rabe's diary during his time at Siemens in China. This period of time happened to be the day when the Japanese army invaded China and captured Nanjing in the Second World War. John. Mr. Rabe's diary records that he witnessed the massacre of the Japanese army in Nanjing. ”

Zhou Shuo said solemnly.

This should have been a precious historical material that Zhang Chunru excavated in 1996, and was found by Zhou Shuo a year and a half in advance. Around this diary, whether it is the story it records or the story of its discovery, people can't help but sigh at the sincerity of human nature.

Rabe is one of the initiators of the Nanjing Security Zone and serves as the Chairman of the International Committee of the Zone. He was an agent of the Nanjing Group of the German Nazi Party, and with this capacity he saved countless Chinese in the Nanjing Massacre.

"Rabe's Diary" is a book written by John. Rabe's personal experience of the Nanjing Massacre spans from September 1937 to February 1938. In addition to writing in his diary, Rabe kept more than 80 photographs taken on the spot and gave detailed descriptions of them. It is recognized as the largest and most complete historical material for the study of the Nanjing Massacre discovered in recent years. It is very specific, detailed and true, and no one can deny its credibility. It is a bloody and tearful indictment of the Nanjing Massacre caused by the invading Japanese army, and a powerful testimony to the crimes committed by Japanese imperialism.

And Zhang Chunru, who is only 27 years old, is the discoverer of this diary. In order to write the book "The Forgotten Nanjing Massacre", she made a special trip from the United States to Nanjing for investigation and research. In the process of writing, the existence of "Rabe's Diary" was discovered for the first time.

It was this book that made her name known to the world. Even after the setback of the Japanese publication, she was constantly intimidated and harassed by Japanese right-wingers, and finally suffered from depression and chose to commit suicide. Even so, these Japanese still did not let her go. The book "The Forgotten Nanjing Massacre" was never published in Japan due to the special social atmosphere and political pressure. What is ridiculous is that on the contrary, Japanese people continue to publish books to refute it, and all kinds of revisions, accusations, explanations, and even criticisms are almost one after another.

Even though they have forced this beautiful, kind, serious female writer to death, they still insult her with lies and speculation.

What the Japanese won't say is that her motivation for writing has been buried since she was a child, and Zhang Chunru's grandfather is Mr. Zhang Tiejun, an anti-Japanese general. Ever since she was a child, her parents would often talk about what happened in 1937 in a city called Nanjing on the other side of the ocean. How did her grandfather escape from that hell on earth, and the surging waters of the Yangtze River turned red with blood......

However, in the United States and in the West, the defeat of Hitler in World War II was the mainstream. There are very few written works in the United States that record the Chinese's war of resistance against Japan, and even in serious non-fiction works, there is not a single book that mentions the Nanjing Massacre, a history that should not be forgotten.

How incredible this is in the self-proclaimed free and open United States!

Although Zhang Chunru is a Chinese born in the United States, raised in the United States, lived in the United States, and even married a white American, she is worthy of being called a "compatriot" by Chinese in any case.

As John. Although Rabe was a member of the Nazi Party, he could not hide the brilliance of his great personality. There are always some idealists in this world, and no matter how worldly they are viewed, we have to admit that not everyone in this world is keen on profit and enjoyment.

"But how come I've never heard of this historical material?" At this time, Zhang Chunru already had the idea of writing the book "The Forgotten Nanjing Massacre", and had accumulated materials for a long time. This is also the reason why she was able to agree to come after being invited by Zhou Shuo.

"Rabe's Diary has never been discovered, and this is the first time it has appeared outside of Rabe's family." Zhou Shuo closed the diary, put it back in the box, and said solemnly: "Ms. Zhang, I invite you here in the hope that this diary can see the light of day again." Please write a book on the theme of the Nanjing Massacre to introduce the atrocities of the Japanese army to the Americans. ”

"If this diary is true." Zhang Chunru said cautiously.

"Of course, you can investigate." Zhou Shuo said sincerely: "Six Ears Software will pay you 10 million US dollars as your research and writing expenses. We will not interfere with any of your actions, as long as you record the history and facts you find in an objective and impartial manner. Of course, this journal can also be announced to the outside world that you have found it. ”

"Me?" Zhang Chunru was stunned, waved his hand and said, "How can this work, I won't take credit that doesn't belong to me." ”

"It's not a credit that doesn't belong to you." Zhou Shuo said strongly: "Even if you don't have me, you will still find this diary in the investigation in Nanjing." The important thing is not to discover it, but to use it to preach to the Americans about the atrocities of the Japanese army, to verify the authenticity of its records, to study it and use it. Even if you don't discover its existence, it's still you who discover its value. ”

"Ms. Zhang, you are responsible for discovering it." Zhou Shuo looked at her eyes sincerely and said.

"This, I ......" Zhang Chunru hesitated a little.

"Of course, we're not asking for anything else." Zhou Shuo hurriedly said: "As the funder of this book, Ms. Yu Qiong will fund the filming of a film based on Rabe's diary, the Nanjing Massacre. Hopefully, her name will be attached to your author's name. ”

"Of course there's no problem." Zhang Chunru nodded, just because she doesn't love money doesn't mean she doesn't need money. The cost of 10 million dollars was a lot of money for an American in 1995. Zhou Shuo's request is not only not excessive, but can even be said to be very generous.

"Great!" Zhou Shuo said happily: "Before that, we must first publish the manuscript of Rabe's diary to the public. (To be continued......)