Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 316 Parading through the streets in public!

"Ok!"

Qin Huairu nodded seriously. In her naive mind, Cao Weida was her man, which meant they were like her parents!
At home, her father always had the final say; whatever he said went.

So, in other words, she should just listen to whatever her husband, Cao Weida, says!

Ru Qiulan covered her mouth and teased, "Oh my, that's why he's a man. All of us sisters have talked until our mouths are dry, but it's still no match for a single word from him."

"Hehehe~~" The other concubines couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

Cao Weida rolled his eyes and laughed along with him: "Alright, you guys, you dare to make fun of your master? I think you haven't been fed enough."

He handed her an egg and said to Qin Huairu, who blushed slightly after hearing this, "Come on, Huairu, don't mind them, just eat your food."

"Look how thin you are, you're obviously deficient in nutrients, you need to replenish them quickly."

Mo He's eyes gleamed mischievously: "I really need to replenish my body. If I don't, I won't be able to withstand the master's favor~~"

"..." Cao Weida was both amused and exasperated. How shy Mo He used to be! How long has it been? He can spout all sorts of wild and inappropriate words now.

It seems that women shouldn't gather in groups, otherwise they'll catch each other's susceptibility to shamelessness.

How old is Qin Huairu now?

He was thirteen years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, but twelve by actual age. In his opinion, he wasn't even a junior high school student.

He naturally couldn't bring himself to have any wicked thoughts about this little one.

They say three women make a drama, but apart from Liu Rusi, who was still exhausted from last night, there are four women here.

They were chattering away, having a wonderful time; even food couldn't shut them up.

As time passed, they came to understand Cao Weida's temperament and became increasingly bold.

After finishing his meal, Cao Weida hurriedly left the 'battleground'.

Upon arriving at the police station, Zheng Chaoyang said, "Master Cao, you should have noticed the security and search operations on the streets today, right?"

Sure enough, on his way here he saw that the streets were lined with military police, and the sounds of questioning and reprimanding were constant.

"I saw it. I overheard a bit of their conversation. It sounded like they were searching for Kuomintang agents?"

"That's right, the Military Intelligence Bureau did something big last night." Zheng Chaoyang said excitedly, "Last night, Kawamoto Yoshitaro of the Bamboo Agency was assassinated twice!"

"They also killed the squad leader of the Military Police Command, Daisuke Tsujii, and the notorious traitor Li Fugui. The Military Police Command was furious and I heard they vowed to retaliate against the Military Intelligence Bureau in kind, paying with their blood."

Zheng Chaoyang was happy to see anything involving traitors and Japanese devils.

Hearing that it was killed made me even happier.

"Are you sure it was the Military Intelligence Bureau?" Cao Weida felt strange. He had used the Military Intelligence Bureau's assassination methods last night, intending to pin the blame on them.

However, he wasn't really sure whether the Japanese would believe him.

Unexpectedly, the matter was settled so easily?

The key question is, what's with the assassination attempt on Kawamoto Yoshitaro, and it happened twice?
"It's confirmed, it was the Military Intelligence Bureau that did it." Zheng Chaoyang said with certainty, "This matter has spread, and Kawamoto Yoshitaro himself confirmed that the person who assassinated him was from the Military Intelligence Bureau!"

This can't be hidden at all. After all, many people saw the attack at the hospital last night, and it's impossible to cover it up.

Moreover, Kawamoto Yoshitaro had no intention of blocking it; the news was like a bird with wings, spreading everywhere.

After learning the whole story, Cao Wei Da's expression turned strange.

Good heavens, the guy who was shooting last night was actually Yoshitaro Kawamoto?

Is this what they call "enemies meeting on a narrow road"?

That old Japanese soldier was incredibly unlucky. Not only did he get shot by himself, but as soon as he stepped out of the hospital, he was shot by the Kuomintang's intelligence agency.
He could guess that there must have been Kuomintang agents in that hospital at the time, otherwise it wouldn't have been such a coincidence.

'Ring ring~~'

"Hello, District 13."

“Cao-san, I am Ono Oda.”

"Ono-kun, what can I do for you?"

You should already know what happened last night.

"Yes, I just found out too. These Kuomintang agents are incredibly audacious! They actually dared to assassinate an officer of the Great Japanese Empire in broad daylight. It's outrageous! By the way, is Commander Kawamoto alright?"

"Well, Mr. Kawamoto only suffered minor injuries, and his life is not in great danger."

Damn, that old Japanese devil is really lucky; he only suffered minor injuries.
If I had known it was that old Japanese devil last night, he would have fired two more bullets!
"Cao Sang, the Military Police Headquarters has issued an order requiring our police station to fully cooperate with the Military Police and the intelligence agencies to arrest all suspicious individuals in Beiping City."

"District 13 is your territory, you must cooperate fully."

"Don't worry, sir, I will cooperate fully!"

"Yoshi, Cao Sang, I trust you with your work. By the way, in light of last night's assassination attempt, Lord Kawamoto has decided to parade Song Yusheng through the entire city as a warning and deterrent to the Military Intelligence Bureau." Originally, the plan was just to parade him along the main streets and then execute him outside the city, but after what happened last night, they felt that just parading him along the main streets would be too lenient for Song Yusheng, so they decided to parade him through the entire city instead!

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei Da's expression turned strange. He used Song Yusheng to intimidate the Military Intelligence Bureau.

That would be a laughingstock for the Military Intelligence Bureau!
"Ono-kun, do you need me to secretly set up surveillance?"

"Yosh, it's so comfortable talking to smart people. That's right, you need to secretly set up surveillance, and once you spot any suspicious individuals, arrest them immediately!"

"Okay, I'll do it right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Cao Weida could no longer contain his laughter and burst into laughter.

The tricks of these Japanese devils are not hard to guess. They just want to use Song Yusheng as bait to lure out the people from the General Staff.

As long as the Military Intelligence Bureau makes a move, it will expose a flaw, and then by following the clues, a whole string of people can be caught!
Unfortunately, the Japanese miscalculated. Song Yusheng was not a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau at all. In fact, Song Yusheng was tricked into his current state by the Military Intelligence Bureau and Cao Weida. So why would they go to save Song Yusheng?
The news of Song Yusheng's death sentence was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples throughout Beiping City in a short period of time.

In the teahouse next to the Drum Tower, the storyteller had just struck the gavel when someone in the audience eagerly asked, "Sir, I heard that Director Song is really going to be executed?"

The man adjusted his felt hat and lowered his voice, saying, "How could this be fake? Absolutely true!"

"Notices were posted all over the wall, saying that secret letters between him and the Military Intelligence Bureau had been found, and that Commander Miyamoto had personally given the order!"

These words caused an uproar. The tea drinkers whispered among themselves, and one person slapped his thigh and said, "I knew Song the Skinflint was no good. He embezzled rations and oppressed merchants. This is what he got for his evil deeds!"

Some old Beijing residents sighed and shook their heads: "In this chaotic world, officials and bandits are in cahoots. Who knows who will be the next unlucky one?"

Inside the district police station, several patrol officers huddled in a corner, whispering among themselves. The young officer's face was filled with excitement: "Chief Cao has really done a great job this time. He actually managed to take down Director Song!"

An older patrolman chimed in, "He deserved it! Let me tell you, I heard that Director Song tried to assassinate Director Cao twice. If Director Cao hadn't been lucky, he might have actually fallen for his trick!"

An old Beiping patrolman squatted on the ground, smoking a cigarette, and nodded: "Although Director Cao is an official, he has never bullied us. Since Director Cao took office, we patrolmen have saved our monthly allowance."

"If Song Yusheng had really succeeded, would we still have the good life we ​​have now?"

"This time, besides Song Yusheng, it can also be considered as ridding the people of a scourge."

The weather was rather gloomy today, and the streets were filled with shouts of curfew. Even so, the streets were still packed with people.

The military police trucks rumbled over the cobblestone road, and Song Yusheng was tied to the truck railing, his prison uniform stained with dirt.

His hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweaty forehead; his former imposing manner was completely gone.

The truck moved slowly forward, and people along the way either stood on the side of the street or leaned out of the windows to look.

He was constantly being pelted with pieces of wood and clods of dirt.

Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs?

No way! These days, food is so precious, there's no such thing as rotten vegetable leaves or rotten eggs.

The curses continued: "Song the Skinflint, you've finally met your match!"

"Those who withhold our life-saving rations deserve to be shot!"

"Thank God, you've finally been taken care of!"

Song Yusheng lowered his head, his face and body covered in bruises and bloodstains from being hit. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Several merchants who had been oppressed by Song Yusheng pushed forward excitedly, waving their fists at the truck and cursing, "You levied exorbitant taxes and caused my family to be ruined and my life to be cut short. Now you've finally gotten your comeuppance!"

"Kill him! Beat him to death!"

"Serves him right!! Thank God!"

Police officers were also ordered to maintain order along the streets. They looked at their once-powerful superiors, now in such a sorry state, and their expressions were complicated.

The young officer whispered to the older officer beside him, "I never imagined that Director Song would end up like this."

The old police officer shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. He's courting death."

Behind the truck, Cao Weida sat in a car, slowly following the prison convoy.

He looked at Song Yusheng in the prison cart with a somewhat amused expression.

The convoy circled the entire city of Beiping, but to the Japanese's disappointment, there was nothing unusual in the surroundings.

Seeing that the Military Intelligence Bureau hadn't fallen for their trick, they had no choice but to drive the car out of the city.

After all, the Japanese were only planning to take a chance, hoping it would work out, but if it didn't, they wouldn't suffer any losses.

Moreover, they believe they have already achieved their deterrent effect.

The convoy left Xizhimen and bumped along the way to the shooting range outside the city.

This place was originally where the Beiyang warlords practiced shooting; now it has become the execution ground for the Japanese army to execute criminals.

Dust filled the air. Several wooden stakes stood in the center of the shooting range. When Song Yusheng was taken off the vehicle, his legs were already weak. Two Japanese soldiers grabbed his arms and forced him to kneel on the ground.

(End of this chapter)