Chapter 203: Confrontation in Prison

Liu Zhao was shocked.

He didn't know about the Third Reich, didn't know about the Khmer Rouge, and didn't know what the dispute between moral absolutism and moral utilitarianism was, but he was still shocked.

He had to admit that this young man thought about problems more thoroughly and more loftily than he did.

Although he had felt confused vaguely before, he couldn't say where the specific truth lay. Now that it was said by this young man, he suddenly felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The starting reason for many great disasters is that someone wants to do great good.

There is a great way in this sentence.

It's just a pity,

He can't turn back now...

Actually, it's not a pity. At least he is a provincial Commandant now, isn't he?

At this time, a knock on the door sounded.

Liu Zhao's face returned to a steady look, and he said: "Enter."

"Commandant, it's settled." The messenger only said five words.

Liu Zhao hesitated for a moment and waved his hand: "Do it."

"Yes."

The messenger retreated. Liu Zhao straightened his clothes, faced Wang Yang, his eyes complex: "I can't do the path you chose, I respect you. But respect is respect, I still have to deal with you, this is what you asked for."

His expression became stern, and he shouted loudly:

"Come here!"

A group of black-clothed catchers who had been waiting for a long time rushed into the room, surrounding Wang Yang, two of whom were carrying shackles and iron chains.

Wang Yang shook his fan and smiled: "That's right, Commandant Liu is a clerk by origin, what kind of Dao are you discussing with me!"

Liu Zhao was expressionless, his voice cold:

"Wang Yang of Langya, you have the Prince of Badong's order, holding a position as a commoner, participating in the planning of the Ever-Normal Granary affairs, and you are not subject to transfer without the Prince's order, and you are not subject to summons without the Inspector's office! But this official now holds the Dianqian writ. According to the dynasty's system, if there is a crime of rebellion and the matter involves unpredictability, the Dianqian can monitor beyond the Prince's order, and anyone involved in the case will be detained immediately. Now the Nanjun government office wants to detain you to the case, supervise and interrogate!"

Liu Zhao raised his hand: "Show the Dianqian writ and the prison summons."

Three black-clothed legal officials behind him stepped forward, showing Wang Yang the Dianqian writ, the detention document, and the supervision document from a distance.

Wang Yang looked very interested, wanting to lean closer to read the official document, but was blocked by the arms of two catchers.

Liu Zhao said: "If you doubt the authenticity, go to the hall to distinguish it. This official is asking you now, will you listen to the detention?"

Wang Yang didn't hesitate and answered immediately: "I will listen."

Liu Zhao's expression paused, and he nodded: "Young Master Wang is indeed sensible."

Wang Yang smiled: "I am a member of the gentry. Once I hear the detention, I can't be locked up. Someone will inevitably be a little disappointed."

Liu Zhao said sinisterly: "Since Young Master is proficient in the law, you should know what will happen after you go to prison."

Wang Yang looked at Liu Zhao, interested: "I know, does the Commandant know?"

"It's good that Young Master knows. I hope that when Young Master goes to prison, you can be as interesting as you are now."

Wang Yang waved his hand: "Don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint you."

A creepy smile appeared on Liu Zhao's pale face: "Then let's go, let's change to a place to chat."

July 15th, at the end of the Si hour, Wang Yang was imprisoned.

In the interrogation room, the dim light cast mottled shadows on the walls, and prison officials stood in the shadows, like devils hidden in the darkness.

Wang Yang sat in the center, his eyes scanning the rows of torture instruments around him, and asked curiously:

"This room is specially prepared for me, right? I don't believe that the torture instruments in every room are so complete?"

Liu Zhao flipped through the case files, four stern-faced legal officials sat on the left and right, either writing with pens or reading documents, no one looked at Wang Yang, and no one answered. It was as if they hadn't heard Wang Yang speak at all.

In fact, since they sat down, they hadn't cast even a trace of a glance at Wang Yang, and they turned a deaf ear to Wang Yang's words.

Except for the sound of flipping case files, the room was terribly silent.

According to common sense, in this atmosphere, the criminal would feel mental pressure, start to become uneasy and cramped, psychological advantage would be weakened unconsciously, and the defense line would loosen.

But Wang Yang seemed to be fine, yawned and said: "Since you are all silent, I will sleep for a while, call me when you start."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became even, and it seemed that he was really going to doze off.

A young legal official on the lower right of Liu Zhao raised his head and shouted: "Criminal, sit upright!"

He had dealt with many powerful families with Commandant Liu, and had seen arrogant ones, but he had never seen one so arrogant! Entering the interrogation room was like visiting a friend's house, and he really thought he wouldn't be tortured in a while!

A middle-aged legal official on the right also raised his head, but didn't look at Wang Yang, but looked at his colleague.

Wang Yang raised his eyelids unhurriedly and squinted over:

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

The young legal official sneered:

"Still showing off your power here? Still putting on the airs of your Langya Wang Clan? Dreaming!"

Wang Yang stretched, and said leisurely:

"Dreaming of a dog, barking endlessly."

Hearing this, the young legal official's face instantly flushed red:

"Bold criminal! In the interrogation hall, you dare to humiliate the case officer!"

Wang Yang asked in confusion:

"I dreamed of a dog, why do you think this is humiliating you? Could it be that..."

A look of realization flashed in Wang Yang's eyes, and he looked at the young legal official with slight shock.

The young legal official was furious and stood up: "You are at death's door—"

The middle-aged legal official stopped his colleague: "Alright, alright..."

The young legal official still wanted to scold, Liu Zhao frowned and said:

"Is it questioning the case or arguing?"

The young legal official immediately shut his mouth and bowed deeply to Liu Zhao to plead guilty: "This subordinate is abrupt."

Wang Yang pursed his lips and smiled: "Showing teeth like a fierce tiger, wagging tail reveals original form."

The young legal official's face twitched with anger, but with Commandant Liu's previous words, he finally didn't dare to scold back, just glared at Wang Yang with eyes that seemed to want to eat him, secretly waiting to see him being tortured.

Liu Zhao spoke, his voice low and cold:

"Wang Yang, where were you on July 2nd?"

Two clerks next to him began to record.

Wang Yang thought for a while and said: "I don't remember."

"You took Director Liu Tan Tan to the Furei Brocade Market."

"Is that so?"

"Then you took him to the Chunan Embroidery Workshop."

"Oh, it seems I have some impression."

"The next day you didn't appear, your butler Blackie followed Director Liu Tan Tan and went to three more brocade markets."

"And then?"

"Within three days, you and your servant took Director Liu Tan Tan to seven brocade markets. What were you doing?"

"Playing."

"Going to the brocade market to play?"

"Yes, some people like to play by the river, some people like to play in prison, so I took a friend to the brocade market to play. Why, is that not allowed?"

"You changed the contract, transferred the business to Director Liu Tan Tan's name, and he is responsible for shipping and picking up goods. Do you need me to summon witnesses and physical evidence?"

"That's not necessary, I didn't deny it, I just transferred it while playing."

"Why transfer it?"

"I was happy playing!"

"A business of nearly twenty million coins, you transferred it just because you were happy playing?"

Wang Yang said lazily: "Rich people are willful!"

Liu Zhao didn't speak.

The young legal official slapped the table with a bang and roared: "Criminal, answer correctly and seriously!"

Wang Yang looked left and right, and wondered: "Why is there dog barking again?"

The young legal official was trembling with anger: "You!"

The middle-aged legal official gave the young man a gesture. The young man looked at Liu Zhao, endured his anger and lowered his head, wishing he could skip these formalities and torture Wang Yang directly. He loved to see these noble young masters being tortured and begging.

Liu Zhao flipped through the case files and said coldly:

"On July 6th, Director Liu Tan Tan transferred to Zhou Xian, the shopkeeper of 【Jinyintang】: 223 acres of upper-grade fields on 【Xihe Canal】 in Jiangling County; a section of thousand-tree forest and fish pond on the east branch of 【Luogong Mountain】; 23 houses under the east wall of 【Xingyongfang】; a two-story herbal medicine shop on the right side of 【Shuimen Lane】; and the 【Maojing Porcelain Shop】 on Donglin Street. Five days later, Zhou Xian transferred the fields, houses, mountain land, and those two shops back to you. Why?"

"Director Liu Tan Tan admired my talent and insisted on giving them to me to express his respect."

All the officials looked at Wang Yang.

Liu Zhao's expression was wooden: "Since he wanted to give them, why transfer them to Zhou Xian first, and then have Zhou Xian transfer them to you?"

Wang Yang said solemnly: "Oh, because Director Liu Tan Tan knows that I have always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and treat money like dirt, and was afraid I wouldn't accept it, so he sent them to Shopkeeper Zhou first, and then let Shopkeeper Zhou beg me for five days, and then I reluctantly accepted."

A few prison officials couldn't hold back and lowered their heads to hold back their laughter, while Wang Yang remained calm as usual.

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Note: Happy New Year everyone!

First, about the update problem during the New Year.

As everyone knows, the New Year is busier than not having a New Year...

Tentatively stopping updates on the first day, the second day is hard to say, trying to update on the third day (31st), otherwise the fifth day, updating every few days, when to resume normal is pending, but it shouldn't exceed the fifteenth.

The reason for saying "tentatively," "hard to say," and "pending" is because there are too many unexpected situations during the New Year, so I dare not guarantee that I can find a suitable time and environment to edit the text, but I will look for it.

Finally, I wish my lovely little partners in the new year: those who are sincere will get warmth, those who work hard will get expertise, those who sing loudly will be accompanied by flowers, and those who are sincere will not change their youth!

As for those who are interesting, everyone who reads my text is interesting!

Let us interesting people hand over the days to the spring flowers of the new year together, and apply for a magnificent dream for ourselves. There are poems, wine, clouds, and castles in the dream. We ride horses, hold swords, charge on the golden horizon, force back evil dragons, and crown ourselves kings!

Please remember, we are our own kings. When you need yourself one day, please let that self walk out of the dream, pick up the sword again, and the king returns!

("Then hand over the days to the spring flowers, and apply for a magnificent dream for yourself." This sentence is taken from a poem by my mother.) ===== CHAPTER 204 =====