usatvline Chapter 275 Giving Too Much
Chapter 275 Giving Too Much
"Pay attention to their movements?" Sarath frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"There is a saying in Chinese military tactics that one should be able to plan and foresee opportunities ahead of time."
Yang Qichang said mysteriously: "We can naturally tell what they are planning through their recent actions."
Saras and a group of Municipal Council directors looked at Yang Qichang with disdain.
It is said that you diplomats never speak the truth. If you don't want to reveal the source of the intelligence, just say it clearly. But you don't have to treat us as fools.
What do you mean by this?
"Haha, haha," Yang Qichang laughed dryly twice and quickly changed the subject: "This time our cooperation is a complete win-win situation."
"You know, closing the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway will not only hurt the Chinese people, but also France cannot afford to lose it. As far as I know, many businesses in Shanghai also need this railway to transport supplies."
"In order to ensure the smooth operation of the railway, the government has specially allocated funds for its repair, which is enough to prove our goodwill towards the French."
"Besides, the Japanese are now arrogant and repeatedly trample on the bottom line of other countries."
"At times like this, we must not allow it to get worse."
Salas agreed with this statement very much. Since the Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese have been encroaching on the territories of other countries and plundering various materials.
Last year, the gendarmerie headquarters in Shanghai seized more than 300 ships of various materials from French trading companies of all sizes for various reasons.
The economic losses caused are incalculable.
The French have made concessions again and again, but they still seem unsatisfied and now even want to attack the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway.
That was the bottom line of the French. Once even the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway was lost, it would definitely be a fatal blow to those large and small businesses.
These business owners might complain to their homeland that they cannot fight against the Japanese, but they still have a way to hold Sarath back.
After weighing the pros and cons, Sarath decisively chose to cooperate with the Nationalist government.
"Mr. Yang, I want to know what your next plan is?" Philimossuo asked in a gentle voice, holding the civilized stick in his hand.
"Of course, we should make the facts public and let everyone in Shanghai know the Japanese's evil ambitions."
"So, we still need Mr. Fili's help to get your brother-in-law to find out the truth as soon as possible."
Fili nodded and chuckled, "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, Zhou Mingqi knows what to do."
French Concession, Police Station.
He Qirong stared blankly at the group of people in front of him.
Too, creepy...
This group of people are constantly taking out various torture instruments.
The dark red marks on the torture instruments are enough to prove that these are real things used by our predecessors.
If this happens to you, you can imagine what the consequences will be.
It doesn't mean that as long as you are caught and locked up, someone will come to take you away.
It's clear from their posture that they are not acting. Are they really going to torture them?
He Qirong swallowed his saliva and shouted through the iron gate: "Sir, when will you let me out?"
"I'll let you out, but you still want to go out?" The patrolman grinned and said, "I'm telling you, you can't get out."
"I will come and serve you well in a moment."
The policeman turned around and said to the young policeman beside him: "Xiao Guang, you watch, I'm going to go out and have a drink."
"Brother Cai, you go ahead and I'll take care of the rest." The young patrolman responded, fiddling with the tools while looking around.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, he groped his way to He Qirong and said, "Someone asked me to tell you something. Don't say anything from now on."
"If you can hold on for 24 hours, Qian Dafu will give you triple the reward."
After saying this, the man seemed as if nothing had happened. He walked up to the torture instruments and started fiddling with them.
When He Qirong heard this, he was stunned at first, but then he was overjoyed.
Three times, that would be three small yellow croakers, enough for him to work for several years.
If he hadn't been in prison, he would have laughed out loud.
"Thump, thump, thump." A sound of footsteps was heard, and the patrolman named Cai Ge who had left earlier led a group of people into the cell.
"Inspector, everything is ready. Shall we start now?" Cai Ge had an excited look on his face. He kept rubbing his hands together, and was eager to try.
"Don't worry, we are civilized people. We can't just come up and beat people up. Let's be reasonable." Zhou Mingqi's words almost made everyone laugh out loud.
Reasonable? Have you ever seen people who are reasonable in the police station? What kind of place is this?
Zhou Mingqi was also helpless. Phili reminded him again and again that the prisoner's confession was very important.
He cannot be interrogated in the same way as an ordinary prisoner, because if he is covered in scars, it will definitely cause others to question the authenticity of his confession.
It is difficult to obtain evidence without using torture.
"Bring the man out." Zhou Mingqi calmed himself and gave the order calmly. Immediately, someone opened the cell door and brought He Qirong out.
"What's your name and where are you from?" Zhou Mingqi looked at the man in front of him. He was dressed shabbily, with an old jacket that was torn in several places. His hands were strong and there was a simple and honest look in his eyes.
No matter how you look at it, such a person has nothing to do with the Military Control Commission.
"Sir, my name is He Qirong, and I'm from Anhui Province."
"When did you join the Military Control Commission? What mission did you perform in Shanghai?"
"Ah," He Qirong was stunned and didn't know how to answer. After a long while, he managed to utter a few words: "Confidential, can't tell."
"Confidential?" Zhou Mingqi's face was full of sarcasm when he heard these two words. With your appearance, do you know how to write these two words?
"Come, recognize what word this is?" Zhou Mingqi casually wrote the word "wake up".
He Qirong frowned as he looked at the big words on the paper. He didn't know many words at all. He couldn't even recognize all the words "Jiangbin Restaurant", let alone the word "wake up".
"Haha," Zhou Mingqi sneered, "You don't even know a single word, yet you dare to claim to be from the Military Control Commission. No wonder you dare to make any money and take any job."
"I really am from the Military Control Commission," He Qirong didn't know how to defend himself and could only stick to his statement.
"Come on, tell me the truth, how much did they give you?"
"No. No money."
"He's still being stubborn, Inspector. He won't tell the truth unless you torture him. Leave it to me." Cai Ge on the side couldn't help himself any longer.
Zhou Mingqi shook his head and said to He Qirong, "Brother, I think it's not easy for you to survive in Shanghai dressed like this."
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now, I'll give you three small yellow croakers. Just tell me the truth."
"Who on earth instructed you to do this?"
Three small yellow croakers. He Qirong swallowed his saliva, shook his head and said, "I won't tell you."
"Five."
"If you want to make a living, you must be loyal and keep your word. Money is nothing..."
Oh, five small yellow croakers made him unable to hold back. Zhou Mingqi smiled even more. This must be possible....
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