Chapter 57: Interrogating Yong Yong Manzhu

The person on the other end of the phone was none other than Kong Kong Xiangxi, one of the four giants.

Although Kong had resigned from his important domestic positions at this time, he controlled the economic lifeline and still had huge influence over the superiors.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been Jiang Jianfeng's embarrassment in Shanghai later.

"Ah, Dean Kong, it's me, I'm Wu Wu Jingzhong."

"Yes, yes!"

"No need to trouble Dai Ju and Director Mao; this matter has been investigated, and it's just a misunderstanding."

"Yes, yes!"

"Not a single hair has been touched; they are being treated with good tea and cigarettes."

"Yes, sorry to trouble you."

"Yes, releasing them immediately, absolutely no delay!"

"Please be assured, Dean Kong!"

"Again..."

Wu Wu Jingzhong was full of flattery, but before he could finish, the other side hung up.

In front of these giants of the Party-State, he was just a fart!

"Mr. Yong, you've found a good backer," Wu Wu Jingzhong acted as if nothing had happened, smiling and raising his hand:

"You've been startled."

"The arms and medicine matter is indeed a misunderstanding; I will immediately have the garrison and the security brigade capture the Mawang Town bandits and give you an explanation."

"Can we go now?" Yong Yong Jianqiu rose.

"You can."

"However, your daughter must stay to cooperate with the investigation."

"We have witnesses at the Beiyang University Union and the printing plant who testify that your daughter is colluding with Red agents."

"The materials have already been organized and can be submitted to Jingling at any time."

"Of course, if Mr. Yong feels my handling of the matter is improper, you can go to General Officer Delin, Dean Kong, Dai Ju, or the Generalissimo to appeal."

Wu Wu Jingzhong sneered.

He had to admit defeat when there was no evidence.

When there was evidence, he had to make a fuss.

Otherwise, the Jinhai Station's sign wouldn't stand.

"Yong Manzhu is young and inexperienced."

"She was deceived by Red agents; I ask Station Chief Wu to investigate clearly."

Yong Yong Jianqiu looked at his daughter and explained.

"Whether she was deceived or sincere, we will only know after interrogation and investigation."

"Mr. Yong, please."

Wu Wu Jingzhong darkened his face and raised his hand to see him off.

"Dad," Yong Yong Manzhu panicked.

"Yong Manzhu, don't be afraid."

"Dad will find a way," Yong Yong Jianqiu hugged his daughter, his eyes filled with bitterness.

"Dad, I, I'm not afraid!"

Yong Yong Manzhu bit her lip, tears sliding down her eye sockets.

"Good girl."

Yong Yong Jianqiu patted her shoulder and walked out with firm steps.

He knew the Jinhai Station was a human devil's den.

With the Military Statistics Bureau's methods, his daughter would likely suffer endless torture.

However, revolution ultimately requires blood.

He had long anticipated this day.

And he had long been prepared for his family to be broken and his loved ones lost.

"Take her to the interrogation room," Wu Wu Jingzhong ordered.

"Interrogation..."

Yong Yong Manzhu's face lost all color, and she looked at Hong Hong Zhiyou for help.

Hong Hong Zhiyou shrugged helplessly with a smile.

Back in the Station Chief's office.

Hong Hong Zhiyou looked at Old Yu.

Yu Zecheng had a smile on his face, his expression very calm.

Yong Yong Jianqiu being fine was the greatest victory of this operation.

As for Yong Yong Manzhu.

She didn't know much.

Out of consideration for his own safety, he couldn't say anything.

Old Yu is truly cunning... Hong Hong Zhiyou feigned lust, laughed, and asked in a low voice:

"Station Chief, you aren't really going to interrogate Miss Yong, are you?"

"After all, she is with Kong..."

"What can Kong Kong Xiangxi do to me?" Wu Wu Jingzhong scolded coldly with a long face.

"That dog-fart Yangtze Company of his is hated by everyone; the common people wish they could peel his skin."

"How did Huang Yanpei bombard him at the Fifth Plenary Session of the Twelfth Central Committee?"

"How did the Americans mess with him?"

"He hasn't wiped his own ass clean, yet he dares to reach into my territory?"

He pointed to the sky and cursed the old thief Kong.

"Yes, yes!"

"Too ignorant of proportion."

"Reaching too far, breaking the rules."

The two Gods of Wealth echoed like chickens pecking at rice.

Hong and Yu were long used to Wu Wu Jingzhong's "street cursing" to vent his anger.

Cursing is cursing, but he still had to be cowardly when necessary.

After cursing to his heart's content, Wu Wu Jingzhong drank some tea, and a smile appeared on his face:

"That eldest miss must be interrogated."

"So many people died in the station; how much of a burden are the medical expenses and pensions?"

"Boss Dai is currently claiming credit before the Generalissimo; we can't cause trouble for our superiors."

"Two of you, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!" The two nodded.

This time the pot was smashed; it would be good if Boss Dai didn't give them three big slaps.

As for the funds.

The assets of the Japanese and traitors confiscated and detained by the Jinhai Station were more than enough to pay pensions and provide three generations of wealth for everyone in the station.

Wu Wu Jingzhong investigating Red agents was fake; it was clear he was addicted to selling arms and taking US dollars this time.

This was to knock on Yong Yong Jianqiu's bamboo pole; he wouldn't take a loss at all.

"Jianqiu is an old comprador from the Beiyang period; I heard he used to send gifts to Tang Shaoyi and Zhu Qiling by the cartload."

"Even a broken ship has three pounds of iron."

"Could he have few good treasures in his house?"

Wu Wu Jingzhong frowned and laughed greedily.

"That's right; people like these old Beiyang remnants are never short of antiques and gold bars," Yu Zecheng agreed deeply.

"Her daughter and son-in-law run a mine in San Francisco and have a lot of US dollars," Hong Hong Zhiyou also said.

"Exactly!"

Wu Wu Jingzhong clapped his hands happily, then his eyes sharpened:

"Like these rich dogs and capitalists, it's all blood and sweat money scraped from the common people."

"Privately aiding Red agents is even more punishable."

"I think this person is ten thousand times more hateful than Mu Liancheng!"

Saying this, Wu Wu Jingzhong dropped his hand and ordered loudly:

"Get the station's funds from him."

"Secretary Hong, you're familiar with him."

"Take him down."

"Take him down hard!"

"Yes, Station Chief," Hong Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

"Alright, tossed about all night, my prostate is rebelling again; I have to go back and rest."

"Two of you, work hard; start the interrogation of that eldest miss immediately."

"Listen well, there must be blood."

"Otherwise, the rich dog won't feel the pain and won't open his pockets."

"Yes, Station Chief," Hong Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

The two arrived at the interrogation room.

Yong Yong Manzhu was sitting in the electric chair, several rough men holding horse whips.

Chili water.

Branding iron.

Everything was prepared.

Yong Yong Manzhu's face was pale as paper, her beautiful face covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"Old Yu, how should we handle this?" Hong Hong Zhiyou stood at the door and looked, not rushing in.

What a good girl.

A bright red heart, yet she had to suffer this ordeal.

Revolution is so rugged.

Sorry... Yu Zecheng silently pitied Miss Yong for a few seconds in his heart.

"The Station Chief said there must be blood."

"Then do it."

He smiled indifferently.

"Also true; young people now don't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth; it's good to teach her a lesson," Hong Hong Zhiyou nodded.

"Heh!"

"Didn't you just graduate from the special training class? Why are you pretending to be mature, you little brat?" Yu Zecheng pushed him and teased.

After a pause, he said: "Didn't you pursue her?"

"I heard Miss Yong had a good impression of you and was sticking to you all over the courtyard."

Hong Hong Zhiyou knew Old Yu was probing.

"Figure isn't spicy, no interest."

"Fine, today let her know why flowers are so red!"

He laughed and entered the side seat.

"Manzhu, according to the identification of Liu Yong from the Student Union and Li Debao from the printing plant, you have had close dealings with Red agents."

"This is the testimony; take a look," Yu Zecheng sat in the main seat and went through the motions according to procedure.

"I don't know."

"I just thought it was fun, went on parades with them, and shouted slogans."

"I don't know about the Red agents you're talking about."

Yong Yong Manzhu wasn't stupid; she shook her head.

"Speak, who is the superior you usually contact?" Yu Zecheng asked questions without much nutrition.

"I don't know who you're talking about?"

"I contact many people."

"For example, Secretary Hong."

"He wouldn't be a Red agent, would he!"

Yong Yong Manzhu smiled palely at Hong Hong Zhiyou.

"I really want to tear your mouth apart," Hong Hong Zhiyou directly offered Old Lu's "quote."

Yong Yong Manzhu curled her lip and didn't dare to say another word.

"Looks like you won't confess without some tools."

"Old Wu, use torture," Yu Zecheng ordered with a blank face.

Old Wu, who was standing to the side, picked up the red-hot branding iron and blew on it; sparks flew.

Yong Yong Manzhu panicked instantly, her eyes wide open, her whole body shaking like a sieve.

"You, you dare to mess around; I'm going to tell Uncle Kong," she screamed.

"Heh heh, it's useless no matter who you find."

"Do you think the Military Statistics Bureau is playing with you?"

Old Wu, with a full beard, sneered coldly and swung the branding iron toward her chest.

The position was precise.

He wanted to cut off the next generation's food supply.

"Brother Wu."

"Don't scare her; if you cripple her, it won't be easy to clean up."

"I'll do it," Hong Hong Zhiyou rose and walked to Yong Yong Manzhu.

He had good connections and called everyone "Brother."

Usually, he treated these ruthless laborers in the station with good wine, good food, and small money.

"Fine, you do it," Old Wu sensibly threw the branding iron into the water and retreated to the side to smoke.

Hong Hong Zhiyou squatted down and took off Yong Yong Manzhu's shoes and socks.

Then, holding her snow-white feet, he winked and smiled roguishly:

"Tsk, tsk, so smooth, so beautiful."

"Miss Yong, since you are so naive."

"I can only use 'no shoes' 【bamboo needles】!"

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Then, holding her snow-white feet, he winked and gave a roguish laugh:

"Tsk tsk, so smooth, so beautiful.

"Miss Yong, since you are so naive.

"I can only use 'no shoes'!"

(End of chapter)