My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu agreed with Fang Li's suggestion, but he felt that his propaganda weapon was missing a crucial element.

"Uncle Fang, can you contact Iris Chang's parents?"

"You want to buy the copyright to the Nanjing Massacre?" Fang Li immediately understood Li Fu's idea; it was indeed a good choice.

"Yes," Li Fu nodded.

He knew about Iris Chang's experiences in his previous life, but what was hateful was that she was constantly persecuted and threatened by right-wing elements in Japan, and eventually died.

Now that he has the ability to distribute the book nationwide, he'll give it a try no matter what.

"I understand your thinking, and it makes sense," Fang Li said earnestly. "However, this is not a simple war of public opinion or a business war; it also involves the president's cabinet's strategy of returning to Asia."

The US and Japan are allies, to put it nicely; to put it bluntly, Japan is nothing more than a pawn that the US can sacrifice at any time.

However, if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it some grass.

From Washington's perspective, maintaining a superficial balance sometimes requires effort. If Li Fu goes too far, it won't just be one or two congressmen calling for action; he could become a target of attack.

Iris Chang's magnum opus could be distributed throughout the United States, but the timing had to be carefully chosen. Ideally, it would be when politicians had to be cautious for the sake of votes, and it would be best if it could be packaged and disguised.

Li Fu was incredibly intelligent; in his previous life, he was so clever that he almost reached his peak of intelligence in his thirties. He immediately realized this.

"Uncle Fang means we can't play all our cards at once. We should wait for public opinion to build up to a certain level before releasing it in a market-driven manner, packaging it as a commercial activity. Ideally, I should be the one to drive it?"

Fang Li nodded, genuinely feeling that Li Fu was a promising young man, while he himself was still a naive and impetuous youth in his early twenties.

The current way of doing things is the accumulation of decades of survival wisdom, but Li Fu understands it immediately and sometimes even thinks ahead of him. He is a person who can be entrusted with great tasks!

"Alright, you go back first this time," he thought for a moment, "I'll talk to the couple first. If they're willing to meet with you, I'll help you schedule a time. The best direction for the cooperation is to publish it in their name through the Forum newspaper's channels."

This is most beneficial to Li Fu, and outsiders can understand it as a commercial act by the Forum Newspaper to "ride the wave" of popularity.

He thought about it for a moment and felt that this was the safest way to do it, so he agreed.

That evening, as soon as he returned to Los Angeles, Fang Li sent him a text message saying that Iris Chang's father, Shao-Chin Chang, and mother, Ying-Ying Chang, had both agreed to meet in three days.

That day, Taylor Swift was going to San Francisco for a music festival, and Li Fu used the excuse of giving her a ride to keep the appointment.

This time, he did not go directly to the headquarters of the Chee Kung Tong. Instead, he changed into a dark gray casual outfit and wore a baseball cap at a small hotel in Chinatown and waited in his room until evening before going out.

For safety's sake, and to prevent desperate right-wing elements from persecuting Iris Chang's parents, he had to be so cautious.

Fang Li arranged the location to be on the second floor of an old red brick building on the edge of Chinatown. Downstairs was a closed grocery store, which was considered to be owned by the Chinatown Chamber of Commerce.

The windows facing the street had their blinds drawn, so you couldn't tell anyone was there from the outside.

When Li Fu arrived at the location, he knocked on the door twice and once lightly, which was the signal they had agreed on. After waiting for about ten seconds, the door opened from the inside.

Fang Li stood inside the door and stepped aside to let him in.

The room was simply furnished with an old wooden table, a few chairs, and a floor lamp. The light was warm and yellow, and the brightness was somewhat like that of an old-fashioned light bulb from the Republican era.

Several cups of tea were already poured on the table, and steam was still rising from the rims of the cups.

"The couple lives in the Bay Area. I've already sent someone to pick them up; they should arrive soon."

Fang Li always acted with great care.

Li Fu didn't ask any more questions, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and waited patiently.

The warm yellow light inside the room seemed to illuminate a bygone era. The occasional sound of cars passing by on the street below was not very clear, as if it had become blurred and distant through a floor.

For a fleeting moment, he felt like a member of our party on a secret rendezvous.

About ten minutes later, there were three knocks on the door, two loud and one soft, indicating it was someone from our side.

Fang Li got up to open the door, where an elderly couple was standing.

The two figures dressed in black behind the old man then disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.

Fang Li quickly invited the two of them into the house.

Li Fu stood up to greet them. He saw two elderly people. Zhang Shaojin's hair was completely white, he was thin, wearing a dark jacket, and walking very slowly.

Zhang Yingying is half a head shorter than her husband, has gray hair, wears a plain-colored coat, and carries an old leather bag.

Both of them looked very simple and unassuming.

"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Li Fu, whom I mentioned to you," Fang Li introduced to both sides. "These two are Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang."

Li Fu was very respectful. "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, thank you for being willing to see me."

"Mr. Fang mentioned to us what you are doing," Zhang Shaojin said kindly, but his eyes shone brighter than those of a man in his seventies, as if they contained an unspeakable sadness and anger. "That is exactly what our San Francisco Society of History has been doing. Mr. Li is young and promising, and we are very grateful to him for being willing to participate in this path."

To fulfill their daughter's last wish, Zhang Shaojin and his wife moved from Illinois to the San Francisco Bay Area after Iris Chang's death, joined the Society for the Study of the Wisdom of the United States, and continued her unfinished work.

Here is a brief introduction to the History of the Anti-Japanese War Society. The full name of the History of the Anti-Japanese War Society is the Anti-Japanese War History Preservation Association. It was established in San Francisco in 1992. It is an international non-governmental organization initiated by overseas Chinese and dedicated to preserving the historical truth of the Asian battlefield of World War II.

The organization has been fighting against the Japanese right wing for many years, mainly by stopping their attempts to distort history.

Educational outreach: Encouraging Western schools to incorporate Asian World War II history into their curricula and organizing field trips for teachers to the East.

Writing and publishing: Assisted Iris Chang in publishing English works such as "The Rape of Nanking", translated and published related historical materials, and distributed historical facts to mainstream media.

Legal rights protection: Support war victims (such as comfort women and laborers) in seeking compensation from the Japanese government and corporations.

Public advocacy: organizing demonstrations (such as the 1994 protest against the Japanese Emperor's visit to the United States), promoting the establishment of a Nanjing Massacre Memorial Day in the United States and Canada, and passing legislation related to comfort women.

Over the years, the History Preservation Association has also joined forces with more than 40 organizations around the world to establish the World Federation for the Preservation of Historical Facts of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Li Fugang felt ashamed. If it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't even have known that there was such a group of people in the world fighting against right-wing elements supported by Japanese conglomerates for this goal.

Perhaps due to the media blackout, in his previous life he thought he knew a lot about Americans, but he had no impression of the Shiwei Association at all.

"Those are just some capital operations, nothing compared to what you're doing," he calmed himself down. "What I want to say is, if possible, I'd like to use my current channels to reissue your daughter's book across the United States, and I will spare no effort in doing so."