Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 70, what was that again?

As evening fell, the suggestive breathing in the courtyard gradually subsided. Looking at the exhausted and drowsy Du Shiniang, Cao Weida quietly got out of bed.

After changing into his night clothes, he didn't go through the main gate, but instead scurried up the wall and slipped out.

Cao Weida had already found out where the Japanese soldiers lived, so he didn't need to waste his time.

The next day, Cao Wei had just gotten up when a loud knocking came from the door.

"Open the door!"

"Coming, coming." The door bolt had just been removed when it was violently pushed open from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, several Japanese soldiers rushed in carrying Type 38 rifles.

"ah!"

Bang~
Du Shiniang, who was serving Cao Weida with a basin of water, was clearly startled. She dropped the basin on the ground, splashing water high into the air.

Cao Wei Da quickly shielded her behind him and offered a few words of comfort before turning around and asking with a displeased expression:
"Gentlemen, what do you mean by this?"

A Japanese soldier who looked like a sergeant stepped forward expressionlessly. "Where do you go dig potatoes? Go to the outskirts of town. You'll fill a whole sack with them!"

Cao Weida looked blankly at the translator next to the Japanese sergeant and said a bunch of gibberish. What kind of nonsense was that?
The translator was obsequious to the Japanese devils, like a groveling dog, but arrogant and haughty in front of his compatriots.

See, its tail is wagging up.
"Hey, you there, your name is Cao Weida, right? The officer is asking you, did you have dinner with Yoshida yesterday?"

Yoshida, the very same Japanese soldier who fought Wen San'er and his men yesterday—the one he personally escorted to see their Emperor—of course he recognized him.

"Yes, I did have dinner with Mr. Yoshida, but did I break any laws by inviting Mr. Yoshida to dinner?"

Cao Wei's tone was filled with strong dissatisfaction, and his expression showed no fear whatsoever, which immediately displeased the translator who had intended to use Cao's authority as a pretext.
His small eyes darted around, looking at Du Shiniang hiding behind Cao Weida, his eyes gleaming with lewdness.

Especially when looking at the slit in the cheongsam, I almost drooled.

Du Shiniang was clearly terrified and shrank even further behind Cao Weida.

Cao Wei Da was disgusted. He patted Du Shiniang on the shoulder, gesturing for her to go inside first, and frowned angrily, saying:

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"Oh ho, you've got some nerve, kid. All the officers are here, and you still dare to threaten me?" The translator sneered twice. "Even the cowards in the police station have their moments of toughness. Looks like that little wench knows how to please people."

He gestured with his chin towards the inner room.
"If you know what's good for you, let that little wench keep me company tonight. Otherwise, believe me, I can get the Japanese officer to take your head in just a few words!"

Am I being threatened?
Cao Wei Da was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter in anger after realizing what had happened.

This guy's got some nerve! I've killed so many Japanese devils, and you, a mere translator, dare to act tough in front of me?!

Then, without any hesitation, he slapped her across the face.

Pa~~
The translator was a lean man with a somewhat abstract face, thin and bony, with two murky, shifty eyes and dry, pale lips. He looked frail and weak, and it was obvious that he had been a heavy opium smoker.

If we were to describe him using a single character, Captain Jia of the underground transportation station would be comparable.

Although the slap wasn't delivered with full force, the translator's bean sprout-like figure couldn't withstand such violent torment. She was spun around on the spot after being slapped, and didn't even have time to react afterward, completely dazed.

When the pain hit his face, he immediately let out a loud "Ouch!"

"Baka!" As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. The Japanese sergeant was furious when the translator was beaten.

The Japanese soldiers around him also changed their expressions, and their Type 38 rifles instantly pointed at Cao Weida, waiting for an order to punch several holes in him.

"Sir, this is my identification." Cao Weida, without any fear, took out an identification from his pocket and handed it over.

With the identity given to him by Ono Oda, even if he couldn't say he could do whatever he wanted in Beiping, there weren't many people he dared not offend.

These few Japanese soldiers were clearly not among those people they dared not offend.

Upon seeing the identification, the Japanese sergeant's attitude immediately changed, and he respectfully took the identification and examined it.

As the Japanese sergeant checked the documents, Cao Weida pointed at the translator and said coldly:
"You just wait, kid. If I don't kill you, I'm not Cao Weida!"

"Damn it, you dare to lay a finger on my woman? You're asking for trouble!"

He was truly speechless. This wasn't a novel from ten years ago, so how could there be such a brainless villain coming up to make him show off and get slapped in the face? Could it be that he was smoking opium and had confused his brain?
Believe it or not, it's actually possible.

Actually, sometimes reality is more absurd than fiction. Many people can't figure out their place. Once they gain a little power, they become incredibly arrogant, thinking they are the most important person in the world, and then they do all sorts of stupid things.

Those who serve as translators for a lowly sergeant usually have no connections and are often ostracized by translation groups.

After all, there weren't many Chinese translators who were fluent in Japanese these days, while there were quite a few Japanese officers. If someone was even slightly capable and had some connections, who would be reduced to being a translator for a Japanese sergeant?

I reckon he just wasn't good at interpersonal relationships, and it would be a waste to kill him, so the Japanese officer dismissed him.

Seeing Cao Weida's confident demeanor, and then seeing the sergeant who bowed and handed the documents to Cao Weida after checking them, even the most confused translator realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest.
Seriously, this is ridiculous!

Wasn't Cao Wei Da one of the three cowards? Why is he suddenly trembling?!

Why hasn't anyone told him this?!

Actually, it's really his own fault. The translator's character is really not flattering, and no one likes to talk to him.

He likes to smoke a couple of times, but he has no money in his pocket, so he can only try to make money by any means. But he only works for a sergeant, so how much profit can he make?

So he borrowed from others, and then he never got it back.

As a result, people are even less willing to talk to him, and even avoid him like the plague.

Over time, no one paid him any attention, and his information updates were naturally much slower than others. His information was still stuck on the time when Cao Wei Da was a coward, thinking he could be easily manipulated, and then he kicked a hornet's nest. No, a steel plate.

The translator felt like crying. He had only wanted to take advantage of the situation and bully the cowardly Cao Wei Da.

In his view, Cao Wei Da was timid and cowardly; if he were to intimidate him even slightly, wouldn't he be completely at his mercy?

Upon seeing Du Shiniang, he admitted that he was jealous.
Plop~~
The translator knelt down smoothly, slapping himself repeatedly while wailing and begging for mercy: "Master Cao, Grandpa, it's all my fault for being blind and ignorant. Please, have mercy on me, just let me go."

"..." Cao Weida's lips twitched involuntarily. Goodness, isn't he quite perceptive? How come he was so arrogant just now?

He walked over with a cold laugh, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on his chest, saying in a cold voice:
"You think I'll let you go just because you asked me to? You made a move on my woman, and you think I'll let you go just because you begged for mercy? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?"

What was that "card building, card building" thing again?

What does it mean?
The translator, having entered a knowledge gap, was somewhat bewildered and didn't know how to beg for mercy. He couldn't even understand what was being said, so how could he possibly respond?
Pa~~
Cao Weida shook his hand and looked at him with disgust. The way that bastard had looked at Du Shiniang just now had really disgusted him.

Then I thought about how this bastard was a menace, and that killing him would be doing the people a favor.

A murderous intent gradually flashed in his eyes, and the translator was the first to sense it. He was immediately terrified and trembled, a stream of water flowing from his crotch.

"What the hell! You dare to wet your pants in my yard?!" Cao Weida was even angrier. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Browning pistol.

"Cao Sang, please wait!" Just as the translator was about to roll his eyes in fright, the sergeant finally couldn't help but speak up.

He had no choice but to speak up. In all of Beiping, those who could be translated down to the rank of sergeant were extremely rare, if not nonexistent.

Although he had many complaints about his translator and even looked down on him, he couldn't speak Chinese, which made many things difficult to get things done, and he often couldn't do without a translator.

He didn't care whether the translator lived or died; what he cared about was that there were no more translators left for him!

“Cao Sang, please give me some face. I will punish him severely when I get back. Our conversation needs his translation.”

"Fine, I'll give you face." Cao Weida kicked the translator in disgust and said viciously, "When you leave, you better clean up the floor for me!"

"If you don't clean it properly, I'll make you lick it clean with your tongue!"

The translator, who had narrowly escaped death, dared not object. He nodded repeatedly, like a kowtow worm, and replied with tears streaming down his face, "Don't worry, Master Cao, I'll definitely clean it up for you later. I was blind today, please forgive me."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense." Cao Weida spat out in disgust, too lazy to listen to his rambling, and asked directly:

"What are you doing here at my house so early in the morning? Let me tell you, if you dare to exaggerate or embellish what I say, I'll kill you! Tell me!"

A loud shout startled the translator, who stammered, "Yes, yes, Master Cao, I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"Last night, Mr. Yoshida disappeared after returning home, and even his wife is gone. The higher-ups have ordered a thorough investigation of everyone who has had contact with Mr. Yoshida recently. We found out that you met with Mr. Yoshida yesterday and even had dinner together, so the superior has ordered us to bring you back for questioning."

(End of this chapter)