The Evil Little Emperor "Uncle"

The winter of 1941 was very long, so long that no one thought about when these days would end. The huge mail room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sounds were the beeping of the transmitter and the rustling of records. Occasionally, someone pushed the chair away and stood up from the seat. The sound of the chair legs rubbing against the concrete floor was particularly harsh. Then there was silence again, and then someone would quietly and hurriedly walk past behind with a dozen records. "Lao Jiang, these are the people of the big boss. These are the people brought out by Yingying. After Yingying died, this place was handed over to Lao Jiang." Li Yang lowered his voice...