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Accompanying Ling Jinhua on this trip not only required being his health doctor but also playing chess and talking with him to relieve his boredom. It's a thankless task unless there are benefits, Luo Ziling thought, otherwise his grandfather wouldn't have come.

Luo Liansheng's words on the high-speed rail proved this point.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests—such words are probably very suitable in front of a big shot at the level of an old fox.

Putting family aside, striving for more benefits is the right way, Luo Ziling thought he should do the same, at least when dealing with Ling Jinhua.

After that, Luo Liansheng talked with Luo Xusheng about the recent events in Yanjing.

Luo Ziling already knew that Luo Xusheng was also involved in the events of this period, having secretly brought some of his trusted subordinates to Yanjing to help with things. It's just that Luo Ziling hadn't interacted with them as they contacted Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun.

Luo Xusheng was quite knowledgeable about the events in Yanjing but there were still some things he didn't know.

After listening to what Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling said, he fully understood the situation.

"It seems that getting the position in Dragon Rise this time wasn't easy," Luo Xusheng couldn't help but express a few emotions, "I originally thought that with Ruonan's father's promise and the concession of the Yang Family, there wouldn't be any problems, but unexpectedly, things were still so complicated."

"Think of everything as more complicated when you get to Yanjing," Luo Liansheng reminded Luo Xusheng, then pointed at Luo Ziling, "Ling'er has already safely adapted to the conflicts of Yanjing, you should also quickly adapt when you return to Yanjing."

"Dad, there are some things about Dragon Rise that I want to tell you as well. I think I know more about Dragon Rise than you do." Luo Ziling then told Luo Xusheng everything he knew about Dragon Rise.

Luo Xusheng didn't interrupt, he just listened quietly.

"I'll give you more practical information after you return to Yanjing," after saying this, Luo Ziling lowered his voice, "These materials can help you quickly get a grip on Dragon Rise."

But Luo Xusheng shook his head, "This is enough, I've remembered everything you said. As for how to manage Dragon Rise, I'll decide based on the actual situation once I'm there. I have the capability to manage Dragon Rise well, I'm not afraid of anyone causing trouble."

"Alright then," Luo Ziling glanced at Luo Xusheng and eventually didn't say anything more.

Ling Jinhua woke up after sleeping for over an hour.

It was exactly three o'clock when he woke up.

Huang Chen had already arranged the afternoon's activity to visit the Massacre Memorial Hall.

Ling Jinhua originally wanted to quietly pay his respects there, but unexpectedly, as he prepared to go, the officials who came to greet him at noon were already waiting at the hotel entrance. According to them, going to such a memorial place required their accompaniment.

The meaning was roughly this: to officially pay respects to the heroes who sacrificed during the war of resistance and to mourn the innocent compatriots who perished.

Ling Jinhua ultimately didn't reject their company.

Everyone changed into a new set of clothes, and Luo Ziling also put on a dark coat and a white shirt.

Ling Jinhua wore a navy Zhongshan suit, with the same white shirt underneath.

When the motorcade arrived at the Massacre Memorial Hall, it started to drizzle, and the dark canopy gave a solemn feeling that was quite oppressive.

The memorial hall offered to close to other visitors to receive Ling Jinhua, but Huang Chen, who arranged the itinerary, declined.

He knew Ling Jinhua didn't like this arrangement, as he didn't want to make it special.

Therefore, the officials could only take strict security measures, surrounding Ling Jinhua as they all visited the Massacre Memorial Hall.

The sculptures at the entrance of the Massacre Memorial Hall silently told them about the suffering of the past, and everyone's mood became heavy.

Ling Jinhua's expression also became solemn, he gazed at those reliefs for a long time, a look of sadness appeared on his face.

On a huge cross-shaped stone monument, the numbers "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300000" were inscribed, under the dark canopy, everything felt extremely tragic. The five-star red flag fluttered, the vibrant red color providing even more stimulus.

The blood of the people stained the flag.

No one spoke, every face was solemn and dignified.

Ling Jinhua did not immediately move forward, instead, he stood for a long time in front of the cross-shaped monument with "1937.12.13-1938.1" inscribed on it.

Everyone behind him followed suit, standing for a long time and gazing at the monument in silence.

On-site, only a few reporters arranged by the officials were changing angles to take photos.

"Great Grandfather, December 13, 1937, was the day of calamity for us Huaxia, when Jinling City fell, and the then Capital of Huaxia fell into the hands of the invaders, causing hundreds of thousands of compatriots to suffer. The crimes of the invaders are too numerous to document." Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua's thoughts, stepped to his side, and said softly: "Although I have not experienced that catastrophe, nor have I been through the patriotic war that cost tens of millions of lives, I know it is a scar indelibly imprinted in the hearts of all Huaxia people, a perpetual pain, a perpetual humiliation. No matter what, we can never forget that catastrophe. The thirty-five million martyrs, those soldiers who died for the country, those compatriots killed by the invaders, their grievances still remain unsettled."

"I was born in 1927, my father was a battalion commander of the Northeastern Army. At the time of the September 18th incident, he did not obey the orders from above to cease resistance but led the entire battalion bravely, ultimately all perished together." Ling Jinhua said in a low voice: "After hearing the news of my father's martyrdom, my mother was heartbroken. If not for me, she would have followed the man she loved deeply. Later, she took me and fled into the inner territories. That year, I was nominally five years old, she twenty-seven."

Nobody expected Ling Jinhua to speak of such things in public, and even fewer knew that Ling Jinhua's father was an officer of the Northeastern Army.

No one made a sound, even the few journalists slowed their movements, not wanting to disturb the elder's reminiscences.

"Luckily, with the care of some of my father's comrades, my mother and I were finally able to settle down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the flames of war soon reached North China. My mother, afraid that something might happen to me, took me and fled to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was guarded by the Northeastern and Northwestern Armies. Because we were family of the Northeastern Army, we were placed," Ling Jinhua continued his story, "In 1937, on July 7th, the Marco Polo Bridge incident occurred. That year, I was nominally eleven years old, my mother thirty-three."

"Later, unfortunately, my mother was killed in a chaotic skirmish, and I became an orphan. After that, I joined the Red Army. That year, I was fifteen! At the age of sixteen, in a battle, I personally killed an invader. After the battle ended, I wept in the trenches. I felt I could avenge my parents."

Ling Jinhua spoke with great emotion, and hearing it made Luo Ziling's nose tingle a bit.

The female staff member accompanying them, upon hearing this, couldn't help but shed tears, while others were also deeply moved.

Yet, Luo Ziling still couldn't figure out why Ling Jinhua was telling him about these things.

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