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The white G-Class came to a steady stop at the entrance of the provincial party committee compound.

The car window was rolled down a crack, and the armed police officer in the guard post peeked out, then pressed the button to raise the barrier, all in one smooth motion.

Shen Wang didn't even need to say a word.

This G-Class is just too distinctive.

In the entire Handong Province, there is only one person who can drive this car into the provincial party committee compound.

Shen Wang gently pressed the accelerator, and the white G-Wagon slowly drove into the compound and stopped in front of Building No. 1.

As soon as the engine was turned off, Secretary Bai came out of the building to greet us.

"Mr. Shen!" Secretary Bai stepped forward quickly, her smile perfectly timed. "You've arrived so quickly?"

Shen Wang got out of the car, locked the door behind him, and said with a smile, "How could I dare to be negligent when Director Bai summoned me?"

Secretary Bai chuckled and gestured for us to go up: "Secretary Sha is waiting in his office, let's go up."

The two walked into the building side by side, and the elevator went up to the top floor.

The corridor was carpeted in dark gray, and several landscape paintings hung on the walls. It was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

Secretary Bai stopped in front of a door and knocked lightly twice.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Shen Wang stepped inside.

Sha Ruijin had already stood up.

The top official of Handong Province was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

Behind the desk was a wall of bookshelves, with classics, documents, and materials neatly arranged, exuding the rigor and grandeur of someone who had been in a high position for many years.

Uncle Sha.

Shen Wang called out, his tone natural, as if he were calling a relative.

Sha Ruijin smiled and nodded, then walked out from behind his desk and gestured for Shen Wang to sit down on the sofa.

"Xiao Wang is here, have a seat."

Secretary Bai followed closely behind, sitting down on a single sofa to the side, her notebook and pen already prepared, ready to take notes at any time.

The secretariat staff quietly served hot tea, bowed, and left, closing the door silently.

"I heard you've been quite busy lately?" Sha Ruijin picked up his teacup and asked with a smile, "Auctioning antiques and purchasing grain."

Shen Wang's heart stirred, but he remained expressionless.

This person is really well-informed.

"It's all small-scale stuff, just busywork," he said with a modest smile.

Sha Ruijin waved his hand: "It's good for young people to take on more challenges. By the way, what happened to all that grain from last time?"

Shen Wang had already prepared his explanation: "I contacted a few overseas clients, exported some goods, and made some profit to supplement my household income."

"exit……"

Sha Ruijin nodded, without asking any further questions, but simply smiled meaningfully.

Secretary Bai interjected at the opportune moment: "Mr. Shen, did you bring those old photos you mentioned on the phone earlier?"

Shen Wang nodded and took out a brown paper envelope from his file bag.

The envelope wasn't large, but it was bulging, clearly containing quite a lot of things.

He handed it to Sha Ruijin with both hands.

"Uncle Sha, take a look."

Sha Ruijin took the envelope, opened the seal, and pulled out a stack of photos.

The first picture is of Adachi Nyuzo standing in front of a pile of corpses, which is as high as a small mountain and there are at least a hundred of them.

Some of the corpses were dressed in civilian clothes, some were naked, and some were mutilated.

Adachi Nyūzō stood in front, leaning on his military sword, with a smile on his face.

The edges of the photo are yellowed, showing obvious signs of age, but the image is shockingly clear.

Sha Ruijin's movements froze instantly.

His hand froze in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the photograph, his pupils slightly dilated.

Then, he slowly flipped through the pages, one by one.

The second picture shows several Japanese officers celebrating around a table, with corpses lying outside the window.

The third picture shows a group of Japanese soldiers standing under the city gate, with human heads piled up at their feet.

The fourth picture is of Adachi Nyuzo standing at the edge of a mass grave, "admiring" his masterpiece.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh...

Each one records the heinous crimes committed by those beasts.

In every single one of the photos, a Japanese soldier is smiling in front of the camera.

Each one has a note written in Japanese such as "Souvenir of Nanjing", "Sweeping outside the city", "Dealing with prisoners".

Sha Ruijin's hands began to tremble slightly.

His breathing became heavy, and the expression on his face was indescribably complex, showing shock, anger, grief, and an indescribable emotion.

Secretary Bai leaned over for a look, and then froze.

"This...this..."

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

These photos are far more impactful than those IOUs, inscriptions, and regimental flags.

Those things are witnesses to history.

These photos reveal the truth of history!

It's the truth, irrefutable evidence, that the Japanese themselves took and left behind!

After flipping through the last page, Sha Ruijin looked up at Shen Wang.

"Where did you find these photos?"

Shen Wang was prepared and said calmly, "It was found in a mezzanine in the old house. It was left by my great-grandfather and had never been discovered before."

Sha Ruijin remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he looked down and looked at the photos again.

"If these photos were released, the entire nation of Japan would have to kneel before the Chinese people and apologize!"

Secretary Bai nodded emphatically.

If those things were only valuable to Sha Ruijin and Shen Wang personally—Sha Ruijin needed them to enter a certain circle, and Shen Wang needed them to prove his identity—then it's a different story.

These photos, however, are of immense value to the entire Chinese nation!

This is irrefutable evidence!

It is irrefutable, irrefutable evidence taken and left behind by the Japanese themselves!

The shock that Sha Ruijin felt at that moment was indescribable!

He really didn't expect Shen Wang to produce such a photo!

With these photos, the memorial hall project is now a complete success!

In every sense of the word—it's done!

Sha Ruijin really didn't know what to say. This provincial champion was also a bit numb at this moment!

Shen Wang was already used to this kind of reaction; he had seen far too many people look shocked.

Don't even mention you being the top player in your province, even if you're the top player in the national server... cough cough, I've seen you look completely bewildered!

Moreover, he still has one piece of calligraphy that he hasn't taken out yet.

That person's handwriting.

He had no intention of donating that calligraphy.

The deputy director and chief of staff's calligraphy can be donated; he can ask for it again anytime, it's just a matter of a word.

But that one's...

hum.

He kept it to himself.

Sha Ruijin took a deep breath, carefully placed the photos back into the envelope, and then looked up.

He looked at Shen Wang and suddenly smiled.

That smile was full of meaning.

"Shen Wang."

Shen Wang looked at him.

Sha Ruijin picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said slowly:

"You mean...did my uncle...take a picture with the brigade commander when he was fighting in the army back then?"

He paused, then added, his smile widening:

"If it really exists... then this memorial hall would be truly complete."

Shen Wang's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

It’s over.

It seems... we can't hide it any longer!