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Two Identities In the late autumn of 1942. The Fujiadian area, a provincial capital occupied by the Japanese Kwantung Army, was shrouded in haze. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and withered elm leaves were rolling randomly in the wind on the streets of Fujiadian. Many shops in the once bustling Huifangli area had their doors closed. Even if there are restaurants and tea shops with their doors open, no customers can be seen coming in or out. The prostitutes in the hall had no choice but to go to the alley entrance to wink at the passers-by and pull them hard. Mr. Jin Yuqing, known as the Golden Scissor, had no choice but to lie half-ly on a mahogany recliner all day, closing his eyes and meditating - who would be interested in paper-cutting in those war-torn times? Mr. Jin Yuqing is in his sixties. He is shorter than ordinary people, a little over 1.6 Meters tall. His skin is wrinkled and fair, with red insides. His sparse white hair stands on end, and his eye sockets are sunken, but his eyes are shining with a fiery light.