Rebirth of the Wild Age

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Fan Jianchuan, born in Xikang, a native of Jin Province, had worked as an educated youth and a soldier. The third-year military academy, after graduation, became a teacher at the Military Medical University. After being a teacher for eight years, he went to politics again and became the (executive) deputy mayor of a prefecture-level city at the age of 34.

After serving as the deputy mayor for only two years, Fan Jianchuan chose to resign. His resignation was not in response to the call to start a business in the sea, but because he likes to collect, and the salary of the deputy mayor can not support this hobby at all. In order to make money, when he was deputy mayor, he even quietly went to the night market to set up a stall. When he was recognized, he immediately caused a sensation in the city. He declared that he was experiencing the market economy firsthand.

After resigning, Fan Jianchuan borrowed money to start a company with a friend. The family lived in a rental house, and his daughter could only sleep on the sofa. Seven years have passed, and Fan Jianchuan’s real estate company has now ranked among the top 15 private companies in the province. Hurun clearly missed him on the 100 Rich List last year.

Fan Jianchuan finally has the money and time to collect. What he collects is not antique calligraphy and painting, but gleaming bayonets, hideous and ugly gas masks, cold and hard steel helmets, broken battlefield diaries... everything related to the War of Resistance, everything. Within the scope of his collection.

In his collection career for more than ten years, his collections have piled up like a mountain. Last year he applied for the establishment of the Anti-Japanese War Museum, but it was a pity that he was not approved by the relevant authorities.

In another time and space, after several more years, Fan Jianchuan's Anti-Japanese War Museum was finally completed. He even built an earthquake museum. The pig named "Pig Jianqiang" in Wenchuan was kept in the earthquake museum in Fan Jianchuan.

Others collect collections for the sake of elegance and appreciation, but Fan Jianchuan builds museums everywhere, so he is in debt of 70 million yuan every year, and his wealth of billions can't stand him. I heard that he also wrote a suicide note in advance, asking his wife to peel off his skin after his death, and make a big drum in front of the Anti-Japanese War Museum.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Boss Fan, you are well-known in the province's business community. Everyone knows that there is a real estate agent who was born as a mayor. He doesn't do his job every day, picking up **** to collect."

"This means that good things do not go out, and bad things spread for thousands of miles." Fan Jianchuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Song Weiyang said: "I think it is a good thing. There are thousands of real estate agents in China, but only one is determined to establish a museum of the War of Resistance Against Japan."

"I like to listen to these words." Fan Jianchuan said happily.

Song Weiyang said: "When you come back from Japan, I want to visit your collection."

Fan Jianchuan said: "No problem, you are welcome to visit. I just want to quickly pass the approval and build the Anti-Japanese War Museum, so that more people can visit my collection."

"By the way, I remember there was a flag of death, you might be able to look for it." Song Weiyang said suddenly.

Fan Jianchuan said: "I know that the real flag of death has been lost. The flag of death reproduced from memory is now on display in Beichuan Cultural Center. I even went to take photos."

"It's a pity," Song Weiyang said regretfully.

Fan Jianchuan said with emotion: "Yes, it's a pity. You don't know. When I saw the flag of death for the first time, tears kept rolling in my eyes. The shock from the soul could not be expressed in words. You can also recite the complete content of the flag of death. On a white cloth, there is a big "death" written on it, and on the right is "I don't want you to be filial in front of me, but I only wish you to be loyal to the nation." On the left is " National disasters are at stake, and Japanese invaders are fierce. The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of everyone. I want to serve, but I will pass my age. Fortunately, I have a son, consciously ask for it. Give the flag side, always carry it with me. When I am injured, wipe my blood and wrap my body after death. Divide. Father's handwriting.'

Suddenly, the meditation sitting next to him interjected, "Is this the real story? The first time I heard of it."

Fan Jianchuan nodded and said: "True, the person who died of the flag died of illness eight years ago. Unfortunately, I didn't hear about his deeds until the old man passed away, and I was not able to visit him in person."

"He must be a fighting hero." Even Hong Weiguo, who had always been taciturn, spoke.

Fan Jianchuan said: "This old gentleman’s story is wonderful, he escaped countless times. Because he was a teacher before joining the army, he was able to write and count, and was in charge of the logistics and military needs of the entire company. One silver dollar was not sent out because of a defect. He put it in his pocket, and took it out in his spare time to have fun. Once he charged in a row, the old man was shot in the abdomen. After the battle, he discovered that the cotton coat and silver dollar had been pierced, and even the silver dollar bullets had been shot into the flesh. Here. This old man quickly became a company commander. He led a squadron in Dongting Lake to block a squadron of Japanese troops crossing the water and wiped out more than 100 enemies. He also captured three steel boats and was awarded the Theater Class A Medal." He sighed again, "It's a pity, the old man's life in his old age is a bit unsuccessful."

Song Weiyang was silent.

Hong Wei State Road: "Boss Fan likes to collect anti-Japanese relics so much. Have you ever served as a soldier?"

"I have been a soldier," Fan Jianchuan smiled, "I was a soldier of 75 years. After I was discharged from the army, I happened to encounter the university re-enrollment, so I went to apply for the military academy again."

Hong Weiguo said: "Then you are the old squad leader."

Song Weiyang explained: "This is Hong Weiguo, my bodyguard. I used to be a scout."

Fan Jianchuan said: "Then you are better than me, the scouts are very powerful, so I was a conscript for three years. And I was short-sighted, and when I was recruited for the medical examination, I cheated to pass, but I was still brushed off at the time. Too weak, being an educated youth was hungry and fainted twice, and couldn't run at all during the physical examination."

"Then how did you become a soldier?" Hong Weiguo asked curiously.

Fan Jianchuan smiled and said, "I ran to the head of the conscription, played the flute and wrote calligraphy for him. When the head saw that I was literate, he nodded and said, "Okay, come on, you kid." I have been like this for two and a half years. Conscripts, the troops were suddenly transferred to fight a self-defense counterattack."

"Boss Fan has also been on the battlefield?" Hong Weiguo was in awe.

"It's not like that," Fan Jianchuan shook his head. "I even wrote a suicide note at the time. I wanted to kill the enemy and serve the country. In the end I only fired a few shots on the border and withdrew without killing an enemy. Inexplicably, he was transferred back to the original station ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ until the three-year service period expires, and he was discharged from the army. Speaking of which, I really envy those comrades who have fought the enemy with real swords and guns."

The two veterans became more and more excited when they talked, and began to talk about interesting facts about the army, and even compared the army food in the late 70s and early 90s.

"The country was poor, and the army was poor," Fan Jianchuan said with a smile. "The lard from the cooking squad was often stolen. The steamed bun was cut with a knife and the lard was stuffed inside, just like the current hamburger."

Hong Weiguo said: "We did the same thing at that time. The training was too harsh, and there was no oil and water, so we could only steal lard for the tooth sacrifice."

"I'm also a soldier." The passengers across the two rows of seats suddenly interjected, and naturally joined the chat team.

Song Weiyang was left aside, but he didn't feel bored. It was fun to listen to these guys chatting.

After getting off the plane, Song Weiyang handed out his business card: "Boss Fan, if you have any difficulties in building the Anti-Japanese War Museum in the future, you can come to me at any time. I can help as much as possible."

"Thank you." Fan Jianchuan smiled and put away his business card.