Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 102 Why Not Make Use of Waste?

Fujita Sosuke's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this; believe it or not, it really was true, but he hesitated:

"However, these are all recorded in interrogation, and many have already been reported and registered. One or two is fine, but there are too many."

If we were to 'clear up the misunderstanding' with them all, and if the people at headquarters found out, we'd be in deep trouble.

“Hey, Fujita-kun, have you forgotten how we ‘cleared up the misunderstanding’ before?” Cao Weida prompted, “Since those who could betray have already betrayed, those who are left are all die-hards, and in the end, the only way is to eliminate them.”

Since we're all going to die eventually anyway, why not make the most of this waste?

Perfect timing! The resistance has been too rampant lately. Let's kill a bunch of anti-Japanese elements in prison as revenge. Isn't that a good idea?

These days, there's no shortage of anything except corpses. When the time comes, just shoot a couple of bullet holes in them, bury them in the ground, and do you think they'll come up and dig them out one by one to check them?
If all else fails and you absolutely need some living people to take the blame, that's simple, leave it to me, I'll handle it perfectly for you!

Beiping lacks everything, except for damned villains!
If he really can't provide it, then there are the KMT and the DPP to provide it.

He can't help with the rescues and then have to do all the work himself; that's not how things are done!

Fujita Sosuke's face lit up with interest. He thought about it and realized that what Cao-san said made a lot of sense.

As an official of the Great Japanese Empire and the captain of the Military Police Headquarters, it would be truly inexcusable for him not to take some revenge given the rampant resistance.

In this way, one can both make a gesture to the higher-ups and earn a considerable income—a win-win situation!

Having figured all this out, Fujita Sosuke couldn't help but beam with joy, his face almost turning into a chrysanthemum as he patted Cao Weida on the shoulder and laughed heartily:

"Cao Sang, how is your brain structured? Why couldn't I think of such a good idea!"

"Yoshi, yoshi, yoshi! We'll do it your way. However, I'm just a warrior and I don't know much about the details. I'll have to rely on you, Cao Sang, to help me get things done."

He had the same thought as Ono Oda. Luckily, he hadn't treated Cao Sang like a disposable item before. If he had, he would have regretted it so much that he would probably have slapped himself in the face!
"It's my honor to serve Fujita-kun. Rest assured, I will handle this matter perfectly for you." Cao Weida patted his chest loudly, displaying utter loyalty.
He then changed the subject, saying, "However, I'll need you, Fujita-kun, to do something small for me."

"Tell me!" Since it concerned his own wallet, he naturally had to do his best.

"That's right, Fujita-kun. Now that these people are ready to 'clear up the misunderstanding,' we should take good care of them from now on."

Think about it, many of these people have been tortured, and they might not be able to withstand it and die. In the past, dying was no big deal, but now it's all about money! The death of one person means a significant financial loss!
Also, get any injuries treated quickly, don't let them leave any lasting effects. We're not doing this one-off business; we need to maintain a good reputation! That's how we can have long-term cooperation!

Fujita Sosuke blinked. It seemed that this was indeed the case. These people were no longer anti-Japanese elements; they were all his money!

Those are all gold bars!

He would be heartbroken if even one person died!
No, we can't let him die!
He didn't even bother to talk to Cao Weida anymore, and immediately picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Moshi moshi, this is Fujita Sosuke! Connect me to Lin Yuanjiang, Lin Sang of the East Asian Academic Research Association. This is Fujita Sosuke. I now order you to immediately stop the interrogation of all the arrested resistance members and have doctors treat them. No one is allowed to die!"

I don't need you to know why, you just need to obey my orders! Also, use the best medicine possible. If even one person dies, I, the Major, will take your life to make up for it!

Anyway, the treatment costs aren't his responsibility; they're all covered by public funds, so naturally he has nothing to be reluctant about.

He hung up the phone with a click, then dialed again: "Moshi moshi, Matsui-kun, gibberish, gibberish."

After making several phone calls, Fujita Sousuke finally hung up, smiling broadly, and said:

“Cao Sang, let’s continue.”

"..." Cao Weida secretly gave a thumbs up. You're something else, you're a real man of action!
Since they asked him to speak, he decided to continue.

"Furthermore, if we catch any more resistance fighters, we should avoid using torture if possible. Those rough men don't know their own strength and might hurt our clients, which would require medical treatment."

Moreover, this way we can better demonstrate our sincerity, making future cooperation easier. Don't you agree?

Fujita Sousuke frowned. "Sao-san, although what you said makes a lot of sense, I have to remind you that the Empire needs intelligence agencies to gather information."

If they arrest people but don't interrogate them, it means they won't obtain any information whatsoever. In that case, they won't be able to explain themselves to their superiors and will face accountability, which they will not agree to.

"Fujita-kun, we can't be too rigid in our thinking. We need to be more flexible. There are always more solutions than problems. As long as we're willing to use our brains, no problem will be a problem," Cao Weida said confidently, squinting his eyes.
"Think about it, if we establish contact with Chinese spies, and you say we're cooperating quite well, what do you think they would do?"

dong dong dong~~
The knocking interrupted Cao Weida's words, and then the chubby Matsui Koji poked his head in.

"Fujita-kun, Cao-san, did I disturb you?"

"Of course not, Matsui-kun, come in quickly."

"Matsui-kun." Cao Weida stood up and greeted him.

"We're all family, no need for such formalities, please sit down." Matsui Koji's chubby face beamed with a friendly smile.

Especially after seeing Cao Wei Da, I felt a sense of familiarity; he was practically a god of wealth!
He could come up with money-making ideas for him all the time; he absolutely adored Cao Weida!
After sitting down, he asked impatiently, "Where were we?"

It's obvious that Fujita Sosuke said something to Matsui Koji when he called him earlier.

Fujita Sosuke immediately recounted what he had just said, and Matsui Koji found it increasingly reasonable, excitedly asking, "And then? How do you solve the intelligence problem?"

Fujita Sosuke immediately displayed his 'intelligence' and wisely said, "Although Cao-san didn't continue, I guess we should ask both parties to provide us with some intelligence within our capabilities so we can report back to our superiors."

"Fujita-kun is indeed exceptionally intelligent," Cao Weida gave a thumbs up. "My humble opinion cannot escape Fujita-kun's discerning eye. That's right, that's exactly what I think."

Fujita Sosuke was beaming with pride at the praise, his eyebrows twitching: "Then let's do as Cao-san says. Matsui-kun, you'll need to handle things at the Matsui Special Service Agency, and I'll go to the East Asian Academic Research Association."

"Yoshi, no problem, I'll go back and call the Matsui Special Service Agency right away!" Matsui Koji came and went in a hurry, looking like he couldn't wait.

As for the damage and impact this would have on the Japanese military's intelligence system, he couldn't care less. After all, Japan was in such a sorry state that the so-called Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere was practically just a slogan now.

He found a Chinese proverb to be very true: "If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth." It's always more practical to gain some tangible benefits.

Having achieved his primary objective, Cao Wei Da prepared to take his leave.
"Fujita-kun, I'll head back now. Please have someone treat the wounded first, and I'll go pick people tomorrow."

Cao Weida, who had just left the military police headquarters, intended to take a rickshaw back, but just as he reached a station, a tram stopped.

Having never ridden a tram before, Cao Weida, driven by a desire to see something new, gave a ticket and boarded the tram.

All the staff on the tram were men, wearing blue cloth uniforms and blue brimmed hats.

Tram workers in this era had a tough job. They had to walk to the factory at two or three in the morning every day for the morning and evening shifts, and then walk home after returning to the factory. They were one of the few workers who could walk at night after the curfew was implemented.

Trams of this era, commonly known as trams, are somewhat similar to trains, requiring tracks to run.

Not long after he sat down, Cao Weida began to regret it.

The trams of this era were quite old, and many were even scrapped vehicles dumped in Japan. The bodies were worn out, the parts were severely worn, and the trams vibrated violently and made a lot of noise while running, and they lacked shock absorption devices.

The ventilation during the evacuation was poor, there was no air conditioning, and the seats were made of hard wooden boards, which made him feel stuffy after only a short time.

The speed, in particular, drove him to despair.

The streets of Beiping were narrow, and trams often passed through busy urban areas. People had not developed the habit of yielding to trams and often walked on the sidewalks. To avoid pedestrians, trams generally traveled at a speed of only 15-20 km/h.

Cao Wei Da looked around and thought, well, there's hardly anyone dressed smartly. If he had the means, riding in a rickshaw would be so much more comfortable.
After two stops, Cao Weida, unable to bear it any longer, quickly squeezed off the bus.
"If I ever ride the tram again, I'll be a dog!"

After determining the direction, Cao Weida prepared to cross an alley, but he suddenly stopped as soon as he reached the corner, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly ahead.

Not far away, a group of people were whispering and making suspicious noises. He vaguely recognized one of them; he had seen a picture of him before.

(End of this chapter)