Alchemy Greater China

The uproar was the uproar, but the reporters were divided into two factions.

One faction is naturally the five major eastern newspapers that paid the money, and they are clamoring for a refund.

Needless to say, the other faction is those reporters who secretly rejoiced to have escaped a "financial catastrophe". They covered their mouths and smiled secretly, and looked at the five bullies with pity.

"Money is non-refundable."

When the money comes out of the mouth of the police, do you still expect him to spit it out?

Little Stevenson said with a little apology: "However, in order to compensate the five journalist friends who paid the money, I will arrange for you to sit in the seat closest to the mayor, so that you can hear their conversations at the first time... "

Reporters from the five major newspapers rolled their eyes when they heard this: They are all in the same warehouse. Are the front and back rows more than 200 meters away?It was the first time I heard... Director, do you dare to be more shameless?

"...Not only the conversation, but the photos you took are clearer if you are closer together?"

Little Stevenson didn't have the slightest sense of shame, and continued: "How about it, everyone should be satisfied now? Uh, hehe, why don't you say anything? Well, I will make a concession and give each of your newspapers a priority. How about the right to ask questions? Uh, hehe, I still don’t agree? The answer to the right to ask questions is to tell each of you individually with a note. This is exclusive news, and no one else knows! Hehe, I should be satisfied now Don’t speak yet, okay, if you don’t speak again, there’s nothing I can do. Anyway, the place for this conversation is determined by the mayor. If you are not satisfied, you can choose not to go in! Well, the mayor and all officials should wait inside It's been a long time, let's all go in!"

Seeing that the five 'bad guys' were still arrogant, little Stevenson put away his smile, snorted coldly, and the command staff escorted Kerim into the warehouse first.

Wait for little Stevenson to go in.The reporters next to them looked at each other, roared, and swarmed up: Those five idiots don't want the front row seat, we want it, grab it, grab it!Whoever grabs it counts!

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. Let's go in first!"

"Yeah, let's go in first, we paid for it!"

The reporters from the five newspapers who were still sulking became anxious when they saw the situation, and rushed to the gate, shouting and angrily yelling, and their resentment towards Stevenson disappeared all of a sudden.

"Hmph, let you be hypocritical, everyone, leave them alone. Squeeze together!"

"Yes, the warehouse is so big, there must be a lot of seats in the front row, rush in and grab it with your skills!"

Immediately, the gate of the warehouse was in chaos, and a tragedy of journalists fighting each other almost broke out...

Kerim was escorted into the warehouse, and as soon as he entered, his eyes suddenly lit up: This, this is too unlike a warehouse!

At least.It's like half a day's work, absolutely impossible to get it out of a regular warehouse!

The large warehouse is as wide as an auditorium, and there are long strands of wires on the ground.There are all kinds of colors, and small chairs are neatly arranged in horizontal and vertical rows.At the end of each row is a table with a telegraph and two telephones placed on it. Those colorful wires serve these communication devices.Lots of little chairs.There are eight rows, and almost half of the warehouse is piled up. Directly in front of the chairs is a tall rostrum, which is full of people.Right below the rostrum, there was an open space.There is a cage in the center... Ah, no, to be precise, it should be a semi-enclosed podium.

This shit is completely made according to the layout of Western courts... Is that the 'defence stand'?Who are you going to judge?Judge me?

This is a secret collusion between you guys, and it was planned long ago! ?How long has it been since I disembarked here?You can tinker with so many things in such a short time?

Kerim held his breath in his chest, and really wanted to shout: "Hey, I see, they planned it long ago, and they wanted to try me a long time ago! This fully shows that I didn't kill that person just now. Captain Lim was framed..."

Not to mention that Kerim was slandering wildly in his stomach, the light from the ceiling of the large warehouse was brightened again, and the strong light shone on the high rostrum. There were about a dozen people on it, all of them were wearing formal clothes with serious expressions.

The one in the middle is somewhat similar to the little Stevenson, so Kerim knew: this must be the old Mayor Stevenson!

"Go, stand inside, be honest!"

The police who escorted Kerim pushed Kerim into the 'defence stand' and closed the door.

The only thing that made Kerim feel better was that before pushing in, the police uncuffed his wrists, which made our captain not so embarrassed.

The police lined up on both sides, seeming to maintain order, but at this time, more than a hundred reporters also rushed in. Like the fans at the concert in later generations, they yelled and yelled to grab the front row.

It wasn't until the reporters jostled and kicked each other to occupy their positions that they noticed the extraordinary layout of this large warehouse.

Court? !

Like Kerim, most of the savvy reporters immediately understood: This is a slap in the face for the navy. What kind of shooting is probably a trap... It seems that the naval gunboats blockading San Francisco has angered these government bosses. That little boy must have suffered a lot!

After all, the reporters did not have the consciousness to stand up for Kerim. Instead, they raised their cameras and snapped a picture of the bright warehouse, and also took pictures of Kerim being judged from various angles. .

"Midnight, the San Francisco City Government Negotiates with Representatives of the Federal Navy in Court!Is it a trial, or a compromise? "

Just thinking about it, if this headline is published in tomorrow's newspaper, it is enough to shock people's hearts and attract attention!

When everyone was almost there, old Stevenson raised a small hammer and knocked on the table, "Boom", the big iron door of the warehouse closed with a bang, and the loud closing sound echoed in the vast and empty warehouse endlessly.

Immediately, the chirping scene quieted down, leaving only a series of low breaths.

At 21:[-] p.m., everyone held their breath. In this era when they usually fall asleep at [-]:[-], everyone was not at all sleepy. They completely forgot the current time. They sat in small chairs with their heads raised.Just staring hard at the old Stevenson on the trial platform, waiting for him to speak.

"Your name is Kerim? You want to see me?" Old Stevenson said in a low voice, and the condescending pressure fell on Kerim in the dock.

"Yes, my name is Kerim. I'm an active navy captain. Are you the mayor of San Francisco?" The vibrato I knew finished a sentence completely.

Well done!

The reporters breathed a sigh of relief, and they were all cheering for Kerim: You boy, you have to hold on, and say more exciting things, so that we have news to pass back to the headquarters newspaper!

Seated side.The eight telegraph machines are all ready, and the reporters who have snatched the right to use their fingertips are trembling, waiting for the news to come out, so that they can release it as soon as possible!

In this regard, the reporters were very satisfied with the thoughtful arrangement of the San Francisco city government, and even the five 'taken advantage' forgot their unhappiness.Focused on the conversation between old Stevenson and Kerim.

"I'm Stevenson, and I'm surrounded by prominent figures in San Francisco...Krim. Let me ask you, is the gunboat outside the harbor your navy's?"

Old Stevenson had a bad tone.

He couldn't be kind, let's not say whether these gunboats were coming for Master Long, just take the blockade of the harbor as an example, this is a great provocation to the San Francisco city government itself.

Old Stevenson didn't handle it well.He can't even be the mayor!

"It's from our navy..."

"Then let me ask you, why did you block the port?" Before Kerim could finish his answer, old Stevenson interrupted, with an angry tone and a hammer: "Do you know? How much the blockade of the port will cause?" How many foreign merchant ships will be affected by the bad influence? Come and go. How much damage will it cause? Will your navy bear this loss? "

"Your Excellency, we blocked the harbor for a reason!"

"Hmph, of course you have your reasons. Tell me, so many of us stay up so late, isn't it just to hear your reasons!"

Old Stevenson snorted, and said, "If the reason is not sufficient, I will sue Washington tomorrow morning, and ask the senior officials of the Navy Department to give me an explanation! San Francisco is an international port, and what you are destroying is the international image of the United States!" Hehe, it’s so majestic, your own navy has blocked your own harbor, your navy has been promising all these years, and your fists are not outward, so why don’t you use your own people to practice first?”

"Your Excellency Mayor, don't get angry. I want to invite some witnesses to come forward."

Kerim has come out of the shadow of 'murder', he turned his head, looked at Karl Van Stevenson, and said, "Your Excellency, what about the person who came with me? You promised me, no would hurt them."

"They..." Calvan's words suddenly dragged a bit, and his expression was rather strange.

"Kalfan, where is the person who came with Captain Kerim? You are in charge of port security. Don't tell me that Captain Kerim rowed ashore alone!"

Old Stevenson glanced at his son, and there was doubt in his tone, which made Kerim's heart move: Hey, it seems that this second official's practice of framing me did not get his father's approval, hehe Hmph, I see...

"This...Mayor, I have something to say, this Captain Kerim, he shot and killed a reporter after he got ashore!" Karvan seemed to be forced to speak out about this matter quickly .

Old Stevenson frowned: "Shoot someone?"

"Your Excellency Mayor, I was wronged!"

From the old Stevenson's expression, he was more sure of his guess. Kerim raised his head and said, "With so many people present, I don't care about the relationship between the mayor and the police chief. Be treated fairly! Let's put this shooting accident aside for now, and invite those who came with me to come out. There are not only people from our navy, but also... some merchant ships docked in your seaport The crew! If they were harmed, I think, the chief of the police station, is also to blame?"

"What crew? Nonsense!" Karl Fan jumped up and cursed like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Shut up, Karvan!"

The old Stevenson saw that the trick was coming, he slammed the table and got up, and shouted at his son: "Don't play tricks, find me Captain Kerim's entourage, if half of them are missing, I will pick them up!" Take off your police skin!"

"Oh……"

Facing the wrath of his father and boss.Calvan immediately lost his temper. He gave Kerim a veiled look, called his subordinates, and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Not long after, the [-] entourages who were separated from Kerim were brought to the warehouse. They saw a large group of reporters and a row of big figures on the trial platform.He yelled at the top of his voice, "Help me, save me! I'm Danish, and I'm here with Viscount Bendtner!"

"I am Dutch, our merchant ship was bombed and sunk by the Earl of the North Sea!"

"These policemen took us away just now. They were so fierce that they blocked our mouths and prevented us from shouting!"

"Yes, we represent Holland and Denmark. We strongly protest to you San Francisco!"

For a while, the call was mixed with echo, buzzing, and it was impossible to hear clearly.

"quiet!"

A hale and hearty old man next to old Stevenson snorted angrily, "Prove your identities first, and then talk about other things! Hmph, you must be responsible for what you say, and don't be fooled by people with ulterior motives." .You know, slandering a member of the European royal family. But it is a serious crime punishable by hanging!"

This old man is Leland Stanford. He doesn't care about 21. When he heard someone pointing the finger at Long Hao, he threatened Long Hao, trying to suppress the momentum of these "folks".

Hearing that he might be sentenced to death by hanging.The surviving crew immediately fell silent. They huddled together and looked at Leland Stanford in fear.

"They're telling the truth!"

The ordinary people are afraid of punishment, but Kerim, the second-generation official, is not afraid, he sneered.Loudly said: "Because they were rescued by our navy from the spot where the merchant ship sank! Moreover, we also witnessed the Earl of Beihai ordering a gunboat to sink a merchant ship flying the Danish flag!"

"Is this true?"

Old Stevenson's eyebrows were drawn even tighter.

"Of course it's true, and that's why we blocked the harbor! If a murderer who bombarded merchant ships from other countries is not brought to justice, I think the city of San Francisco will have no international image to speak of?" Ke Lim felt that he had dominated the conversation. He turned around, raised his arms and shouted to more than a hundred reporters behind him: "To prove my words, and to clear up everyone's doubts... I request that the Earl of Beihai come out immediately and come out with me. Face to face!"

"Hoo, I agree. I am the Danish nobleman Bendtner, and my merchant ship was sunk by the Earl of the North Sea! Mayor, please make the decision for me! Woo..."

At this time, the Viscount Bendtner stumbled out from some corner and rushed towards the 'defendee stand'. Immediately, there was a crackling sound in the seats, and these dedicated reporters captured this moment again.

The sufferer has come out, so, can Long Hao avoid showing up?

"Don't talk nonsense, how did the Earl sink your merchant ship? Bendtner, did you take his black money and deliberately slander the Earl?"

As Long Hao's loyal lackey, seeing that the situation was a little out of control, little Stevenson immediately yelled and ordered his subordinates to drag Viscount Bendtner away: "How do you guard the gate? How do you let such a shameless person Got in? Drag it away, drag it away for me!"

"Slow! Speaking of collecting black money... Director Stevenson, I seriously doubt you now! You must have collected black money from the Earl of Beihai and framed me on the pier. Now, you are the first to sue!"

Kerim caught a glimpse of the eight telegraphs already working, and knew that everything that happened here had been transmitted to the outside world, and that the shady scenes would not be able to cover up justice. Therefore, he lost all scruples and boldly told Karl van Stein Vincent's suspicion came out.

"I, I collect black money? Hey, Captain, you must have evidence for what you say, or I will sue you for defamation!"

"I don't have any evidence for now, but why do you keep speaking for the Earl of Beihai? Delay him from coming out to confront him? If he has no ghosts in his heart, why doesn't he show up?"

Kerim still understands the media quite well, and now he doesn't need any evidence at all. As long as Long Hao shows up and proves that he ordered the bombardment to sink the Danish merchant ship, then, under the exaggeration of the media, he will naturally become a Without the victim, the so-called "negligent injury" naturally became Long Hao's persecution of himself.

"Who said I won't show up?"

Just when Karvan was at a loss for words, a clear voice came from behind the judgment stand, and everyone looked at it, only to see a tall and slender figure walking out from there, leading a beautiful woman in a veil .

The beautiful woman is Mrs. Chini of the Caponella family, and that figure is now the focus of everyone: Long Hao, Earl of Beihai!

The two walked under the light, and when they saw Long Hao's appearance clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasped in unison.

The Earl of Beihai looks so lost?

Messy clothes, pale face, sunken eyes, scrawled hairstyle... It's like a depressed gambler who hasn't slept for days and nights and is dazed by loan sharks! ?

How could this be?

Isn't the Earl of Beihai always famous for his chic and fashionable appearance?

Could it be that he was really forced to make it look like this by the US gunboats outside the harbor?

But that's not enough. The reporters who boarded the Zhenshi knew it very well. Who didn't know that it was true that he bombarded the three ships, but before the bombardment, he asked those sea merchants to sign the papers!

Could it be that... the navy suddenly attacked, but there is actually something else hidden?

The reporters in the big warehouse suddenly cheered up, and the camera in their hands kept lighting up, crackling, and took pictures of Long Hao's appearance that was beyond everyone's expectations. (To be continued..)