On the weekend, Huang Ying, who was in Washington, D.C., came to church for worship as usual. She came very early today, and arrived here at five o'clock in the morning.

There was no one in the church yet, and everyone's meetings usually didn't start until after eight o'clock, when not only the church, but the whole city seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Sitting on a church bench, Huang Ying clasped her hands, closed her eyes and began to pray. She prayed not only for herself, but also for her suffering country and the people there.

Last night, Huang Ying received two messages from China, one was a telegram from his father Huang Ke, and the other was a letter written by Su Hui, who had returned to China.

My father called and said that there was a funding gap of nearly 3 million yuan for some weapons research, and he was able to find a way to solve some of it, and there was really no way to solve the remaining 2 million yuan, so he asked her if he could solve it.

Huang Ying knew that her father was a very strong person, and he would never open his mouth to herself until he had to do so, so she agreed.

Although he agreed very happily, Huang Ying knew that it would not be easy for him to raise such a huge amount of money. Although she now has many business tycoons in the North American Chinese Association, this is a non-governmental organization after all, and it is not administratively compulsory, so it is impossible for her to order the members present at the meeting to donate.

Taking a step back, even if she could give a mandatory order, she knew she couldn't do it.

From the beginning of the war to the present, these non-governmental organizations such as the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and the Chinese General Association have donated a large amount of money and materials, and they have purchased guns and ammunition from the United States, and even aircraft and cannons to be transported to China to support China's war of resistance.

Huang Ying knows that most of these members are not all business tycoons who spend a lot of money, many of them are ordinary people, some run some restaurants in Chinatown, and some open small shops...... Previously, overseas Chinese had donated a lot, and now when I spoke to them again, whether it was realistic or reasonable, Huang Ying felt that it was not appropriate.

But I promised my father that I couldn't help but solve the matter, so I had to tell my father, "I can't do this thing"?

But right now, I really don't know how to raise this huge amount of millions of yuan.

Another letter from Su Hui. More than two months ago, Su Hui set off from the United States to go to the Chinese war zone again for an interview, and before leaving, Huang Ying asked Su Hui to find one of her middle school classmates if possible, because she hadn't contacted her for a long time.

Su Hui agreed, and she wrote back that Huang Ying's middle school classmate had died in a Japanese bombing.

This news made Huang Ying feel both shocked and sad, once a young man in his prime, died in a bombardment like this, and the intertwining of the two contradictions made Huang Ying feel a real headache.

This difficult situation reminded Huang Ying of the hardships of her work in the United States over the years, and the sourness in her heart emerged, and tears flowed involuntarily from the corners of her eyes......

"God, if you really exist, put an end to this atrocity."

"Kid, did something happen?" A kind voice came, and Huang Ying looked up, it was a kind woman, judging by her dress, she should be the priest here.

Huang Ying wiped her tears and pretended to be okay and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of some sad things." ”

"Oh. Child, please remember to believe that no matter what happens, a better tomorrow is still waiting for us, may God bless you! The pastor smiled and went to the choir, where someone came and she had to make some preparations.

Huang Ying also responded with a slight smile, she was thinking that she would not become depressed because of these things, and the work that should be done should continue.

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After the meeting ended at noon, Huang Ying came out of the church and began to walk to the newspaper office in the city.

Soon after graduating, in order to expand its propaganda and international influence on the United States, the Chinese government founded a double-publication China Daily in Washington, D.C., with its office in downtown Washington, D.C., and Huang Ying was the first editor-in-chief of the newspaper. The money invested in the early stage of the newspaper is not much, but some domestic personnel have spent a lot of money, and with the gradual expansion of the influence after getting on the right track, the newspaper has also made good profits in operation. However, because they shoulder a major propaganda task, income generation is not the primary task, and the income and expenditure can only maintain a basic balance.

When I took the tram to the office, I heard a furious voice inside: "These photos must be placed on the front page, this is specially reserved for you." ”

Huang Ying stepped forward and saw that the person in the khaki hunting suit was discussing something with Xiao Wu of the layout, and her aggressive posture made Xiao Wu beg for mercy again and again: "The front page is decided by the editor-in-chief." It just so happens that the editor-in-chief is here, you can ask the editor-in-chief. ”

"Su Hui? How did you get back? I just received your letter yesterday. Huang Ying couldn't help but be a little surprised, Su Hui pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh my God, I sent you a letter a month ago, why did you only receive it yesterday?" ”

Huang Ying said: "Now that the domestic coastline is blocked, it is normal for the delay. Forget it, let's go to my office and see what photos you brought back this time? We also have to have a front page. ”

When she arrived at the office, Huang Ying poured Su Hui a cup of coffee herself, knowing that Su Hui grew up in British and American culture, and drank coffee more than tea.

Su Hui handed the photos she took to Huang Ying, Huang Ying couldn't help nodding, these are all photos on the front-line battlefield, and the themes are also very unified, basically the scenes of the Chinese army and soldiers fighting and resting.

Huang Ying looked at a few photos and hesitated which one to use as the front page: "Su Hui, tell me about these photos, which one do you think is better as the front page?" Do you have a favorite of yourself? ”

Su Hui looked at it and pointed to two of them and said, "I think these two are better." ”

Huang Ying picked up the two photos, and after looking at them, she couldn't help nodding and said, "I also think these two are better, but which one is it?" ”

As he was talking, Xiao Wu knocked on the door and came in and said, "Editor-in-chief, the guest has arrived." ”

After hearing this, Huang Ying put down the photo in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll go out." ”

"You've been busy beforehand, I'll come back in the afternoon." Su Hui said very interestingly, although she is a special photographer of China Daily, she is not an insider, and sometimes she should take the initiative to avoid it.

"No, it's your colleague who came this time, he came this time to go to the battlefield in China, and it just so happens that you can also go to meet him." Huang Ying stood up and said.

"My peers? Also a journalist? Su Hui also stood up.

"Yes, let's go." Huang Ying and Su Hui went out to the conference room next to them.

There were already two white men sitting in the conference room, one thin and with a tall nose and the other with a mustache but a burly build, and the two looked like friends, as they were talking about topics of interest in the conference room, and laughing from time to time.

"I'm sorry to keep you two waiting." Huang Ying said with a smile when she walked in.

At this time, both of them who had been sitting stood up. The burly man with the mustache shook his head and said, "It is my honor and Robert to wait for two beautiful ladies!" ”

"Hello, I'm Huang Ying from the China Times, and this is the famous Chinese photojournalist Su Hui." Huang Ying reached out and shook hands with the two.

Su Hui recognized the emaciated man at this time, and when she shook hands, she said in surprise: "I didn't guess wrong, right?" Is it Mr. Robert Capa standing in front of me? Did you know? You're my idol, and I'm in this business because I saw that picture of you from the Spanish Civil War and that classic quote – 'If you don't shoot well enough, it's because you're not close enough'. God, it's really you! ”

The emaciated man nodded: "Thank you for this Su Hui's praise, but I think now you have surpassed me with your works." ”

At this time, the burly man standing next to him pretended to be angry and said, "Hey, I said Robert, you should introduce me." ”

Huang Ying smiled: "This must be Mr. Ernest Miller Hemingway, I have read all your works, especially "For Whom the Bell Tolls" is really good!" ”

Hemingway smirked: "It is a great honor for me to be praised by a beautiful lady like you!" ”

Su Hui was not so surprised this time, after she shook hands with Mr. Hemingway, several people sat down one after another.

Huang Ying said that the reason why Hemingway and Mr. Pat came to the newspaper this time was because they wanted to go to China. Mr. Hemingway was going to visit China, and Robert Pat was going to the battlefields of China.

"Actually, I went to the Chinese battlefield a few years ago, when the Sino-Japanese War had just broken out. I was in Shanghai at the time, and I saw the brutality of the Japanese, but unfortunately, I didn't show it accurately in photographs. But when I saw Ms. Su Hui's work, I was really surprised! Pat said heartily.

Su Hui also expressed her gratitude.

"Now that the war with the fascists has broken out in full swing, I am personally very much against it, because war can only bring suffering. But it is necessary for us to make others aware of the war. I knew that China was the first to wage war with a fascist country and that it had not been defeated so far, so I thought I should go there again. Pat said.

Huang Ying nodded: "In terms of the plan to go abroad, we have communicated through the diplomatic departments of China and the United States, and the two of you will arrive in India by plane, and then transfer to Kunming, China." Is your final destination Nanjing? ”

Hemingway nodded: "I'm going to Nanjing, but after arriving in China, I still suggest letting Robert find a suitable place for him by himself." ”

"And Mr. Pat, where do you want to go?" Huang Ying asked.

Pat thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I want to go to two places in the Chinese battlefield, one is the Nanjing battlefield, and the other is Burma. ”