Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Okamura knelt on the ground and trembled for a full five minutes before finally managing to squeeze out the urine.

Every drop felt like a knife cutting into flesh.

He stood up, leaning against the wall, his legs still trembling. His pants were soaked, not with urine, but with cold sweat from the pain, which streamed down his face and soaked through his collar.

After a while, he finally remembered his business.

A treasure.

He staggered back to the courtyard wall, looked down, and froze.

What about the bluestone slabs?

He blinked hard, squatted down, and felt around on the ground with his hands.

Gone.

The bluestone slab he had spent several days searching for had vanished without a trace.

Those bluestone slabs must weigh at least several hundred kilograms. Could they possibly fly up there?

There was a pit underneath, an empty pit, not even a brick was left for him.

Okamura's vision went black, and he almost fell headfirst into the hole.

"Impossible...impossible..."

He lay on the edge of the pit, frantically digging with his hands, digging out layer after layer of soil until his fingernails were torn and bloody, but he found nothing.

Gone.

It's all gone.

Those gold bars, those silver dollars, those jewels were his capital to turn his life around in China!

His visit to China was ostensibly a friendly visit, but secretly it was for this business.

It's gone now.

Okamura plopped down on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

Suddenly, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up inside him.

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face, mingling with sweat and dirt.

It hurts even more than my lower body.

The pain in my lower body is like having my flesh ripped out with a knife, but this pain is like having my heart ripped out.

He sat on the ground, trembling, and it took him a long time to get up and limp back home.

After taking a few steps, he would feel a sharp pain in his lower body and had to stop to rest for a while.

He took two steps, then stopped.

The journey from Zhonghua Gate to Qinhuai Hotel, which usually takes half an hour, took him almost two hours.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, and every bump felt like tiny pebbles were being driven into my flesh.

By the time we reached the restaurant entrance, it was almost dawn.

He leaned against the door frame, panting heavily, his face as white as paper.

The security guard recognized him and quickly came over to help him up: "Mr. Okamura, what happened?"

The man surnamed Okamura waved his hand, unable to speak, and pointed upstairs.

The security guard helped him back to his room. As soon as he entered, he collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and fainted.

……

Nine miles away, in room 306 of the guesthouse.

Chang Kun opened his eyes and smiled.

He sensed that the blood-red light had finally returned to the hotel, and he had clearly seen its painful struggles along the way.

His limping, miserable state, and the way he lay by the pit almost vomiting blood, truly brought him comfort.

Chang Kun turned over and pulled Cheng Min into his arms.

Cheng Min mumbled sleepily, "What are you laughing at..."

"It's nothing, I just had a good dream."

"Um……"

Chang Kun closed his eyes, a smile still lingering on his lips.

Those damned Japanese devils, who committed heinous crimes, dare to come to China looking for treasure?

You'll have a hard time for the rest of your life!!

In a great mood, I tossed and turned for a long time without being able to fall asleep, so I simply opened my online space and went through all that treasure trove.

Fifty gold bars, each weighing about one ounce, of good quality. Ten stacks of silver dollars, wrapped in oiled paper; I wonder if these still have any value now.

There was a large bag of jewelry, including rings, bracelets, earrings, and a few loose gemstones, which looked like they had been looted from a wealthy family back in the day.

Chang Kun counted them and got a sense of the numbers.

These things are the result of the hard work and sacrifice of the people of Nanjing. I can't keep them for myself; I should donate them instead.

Where should we donate?

He thought for a moment, and several places popped into his mind: the Nanjing authorities, the museum, the Civil Affairs Bureau...

Museums were ruled out first, fearing that his donated items might have been sold off and disappeared years later, with no trace of them.

I suddenly remembered the stone tablets I saw at Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum yesterday, and the Beamless Hall of Linggu Temple.

Nanjing was terribly destroyed by the Japanese invaders.

Three hundred thousand wronged souls are still lying there.

These things should be returned to them.

Chang Kun made up his mind and closed his eyes to rest.

He got up and dressed early the next morning.

Cheng Min rubbed her eyes and looked at him: "Why are you going so early?"

"I'm going out to take care of some things." Chang Kun bent down and kissed her. "You can sleep a little longer. I'll come back for lunch."

Cheng Min mumbled something, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Chang Kun went downstairs and left the guesthouse.

We didn't go too far; we found a rather impressive-looking government compound with a sign at the entrance that read: Nanjing Municipal People's Government.

He still decided to hand over the treasure directly to the authorities.

The security guard stopped him: "Who are you looking for?"

Chang Kun pulled out his work ID: "I'm a Beijing Railway Police officer. If you need anything, please contact your superiors."

The security guard glanced at him, then looked at his work ID, and let him in.

Chang Kun found the reception room, where a middle-aged cadre received him.

"Comrade, what's the matter?"

Chang Kun put the bag on the table: "I found this near Zhonghua Gate. It must have been buried by the Japanese back then. After counting, there were fifty gold bars, ten stacks of silver dollars, and some jewelry."

The middle-aged cadre was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

He opened the bag, glanced at it, then looked up at Chang Kun.

"Comrade, what... what are you doing...?"

"I'll donate it to the country." Chang Kun stood ramrod straight. "Please register it for me; I just need to sign it."

The middle-aged cadre quickly had someone bring over the registration form and invited two witnesses.

Chang Kun signed the document, pressed his fingerprint, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged cadre chased after him: "Comrade, wait a minute, I need to write a thank-you letter to your unit for this!"

Such a huge pile of treasure would tempt even an official like him, let alone an ordinary person.

This young man is really something; he didn't even think about pocketing it.

Chang Kun waved his hand: "Don't bother, this is what we Chinese should do."

He wouldn't even look at this little bit of treasure. If he were just after it, he could just use his wealth-sensing ability to wander around all day. These days, there are countless untapped treasures buried underground. It wouldn't be long before he became richer than a country.

In his view, being reborn was already the greatest blessing bestowed upon him by God, and it would be unreasonable to be greedy any further.

……

Back at the guesthouse, Cheng Min was already up and combing her hair in front of the mirror.

"Is the matter settled?" This wife had no idea how much wealth her husband had donated in such a short time.

"It's all done." Chang Kun sat down. "I'll go to the station this afternoon and buy a ticket to Nanchang."

Cheng Min paused for a moment: "Nanchang?"

"Okay, next stop, let's continue south."

After lunch, the two headed straight to the train station.

Nanjing Railway Station was packed with people.

Chang Kun told Cheng Min to wait on the side while he went to queue at the ticket window.

After waiting in line for more than half an hour, it was finally his turn.

"Two sleeper berths to Nanchang."

The ticket seller glanced at him, then looked at his letter of introduction: "Oh, a fellow comrade from Beijing. Too bad, your rank isn't high enough, you can only sit in a hard seat."