newbobooks How about the title Chapter 252?
How about the title Chapter 252?
Talent?
President Mo Huixin doesn't praise people easily, but then again, is this a compliment, or is it a way of killing someone before they die, leaving the other person knowing the truth?
The room fell silent for a moment.
Even Su Guiying didn't respond.
A moment later, she placed the paper on the table.
"There's one more thing."
"The anonymous letter from Wangping Street didn't come from the newspaper office itself. Someone first sent the manuscript to a printing shop, and then someone from Guangjicheng took the receipt to settle the bill."
"I haven't even touched the hands that write the manuscript yet. But the people who deliver the manuscript, pay the bill, and send money for ink are already in our hands."
Mo Huixin nodded.
"Don't be alarmed."
"Guang Jicheng is afraid of light, so don't turn the lights up all at once. If you turn them up too high, people will easily scatter."
Su Guiying raised an eyebrow: "How do you plan to drive it?"
Mo Huixin slowly pushed the four ledgers together.
"Open halfway first. Enough for Zhou Qiheng to see clearly that this is not a 'mistake by the entourage,' nor a 'misunderstanding by the newspaper,' nor a 'mistake by the merchant ships in Southeast Asia.' It is someone using the excuse of passing through to put together maritime probing, bill laundering, and public accusations in the same tactic."
Su Guiying looked at her.
"What about your other half?"
Mo Huixin raised her hand and placed the small piece of paper from the town on the table over the three characters "Guangjicheng".
"The other half is left for Chiang Kai-shek to worry about. When people are flustered, they tend to write heavily and speak too confidently. Isn't the Young Marshal waiting for him to utter the words 'nominal reorganization' himself?"
Southeast Military and Political Reception Office.
This time, Zhou Qiheng arrived earlier than the previous two times. He was still the same person, and he was still wearing the same neat gray woolen long gown and black mandarin jacket, but the weariness he looked at last night was even more pronounced.
As soon as he entered, he saw Hu Qiankuan. Unlike the previous two times, Hu Qiankuan was not standing to the side drinking tea. He was sitting on the chair near the door, his legs not crossed, his smile not deep, looking like an old stone tablet used to keep order.
"Good morning, Representative Zhou."
"morning."
Zhou Qiheng nodded, and after taking two steps inside, his gaze fell on the table. There were only four pieces of paper on the table: three receipts and one form.
There were no lengthy speeches. There was no gavel.
But precisely because there is so little paper, it stands out even more.
Zhou Qiheng's heart sank for no apparent reason.
Chen Zijun sat in the main seat and looked up at him.
"sit."
After Zhou Qiheng sat down, his gaze remained fixed on the four pieces of paper.
"Young Marshal, what's going on...?"
Chen Zijun was too lazy to beat around the bush.
"Let me show you something."
"After you've read this, then decide whether to continue playing dumb for others in today's negotiations, or to save face for the Northern Expedition."
That's not a very high statement.
But everyone inside the room heard it.
Zhou Qiheng's throat bobbed slightly, and he finally reached out and picked up the top one.
The first one is an abnormal plus backup link for the Fushunping code number.
The second document is a transcription of the manuscript issued outside the old Yinzhuang transportation station.
The third page is a ledger of anonymous letters sent from Wangping Street.
The fourth sheet is the "Abnormal Intervention Form for Negotiation via Passage" that Shen Li just compiled last night.
There wasn't much rhetoric on the paper.
Only the time, the person in charge, the account, the delivery route, the code seal number, the external code, and the corresponding event are included.
Like nailing a coffin, each nail is driven in firmly.
The more Zhou Qiheng looked, the paler his face became.
When he saw the three characters "Guangjicheng" appear repeatedly on the three documents, his fingertips tightened almost subconsciously.
Hu Qiankuan sat to the side watching, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Representative Zhou, if this is still a coincidence, then the coincidences in this world are a bit too conventional."
Zhou Qiheng raised his head, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"This trading company... has nothing to do with my delegation."
"Irrelevant?"
Shen Li pushed the last form forward half an inch, his voice as cold as a paper scraper.
"The coded numbers on the old silver shop's outsourced manuscripts match up with Dai Zhijian's old line."
"On the insurance policy for the Nanyang ship, the guarantor bank is Guangji Cheng Shell."
"Whether it's an anonymous letter or a payment, it should still be settled by someone from Guangjicheng."
"Representative Zhou, now it's not just one hand reaching in. It's three hands coming out of the same sleeve."
Zhou Qiheng was momentarily speechless.
The secretary of the Chang department, who had been keeping her head down by the door, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"absurd!"
He took half a step forward, his face turning ashen.
"Merchant firms have their business, tabloids have their affairs, and ships sailing in the South Seas have their insurance! Just because they all circled around Shanghai doesn't mean it's all our fault!"
Hu Qiankuan laughed when he heard this.
"That's a good point."
"So, according to you, even if the knife, scabbard, fingerprints, bloodstains, and the receipt for the knife are all laid out together, it still doesn't count as a murder weapon. We only consider it relevant if the murderer writes a confession and stamps it with their seal?"
The secretary was so choked up that her face froze.
Shen Li did not stop.
"besides."
He pulled out another page from the side to add to the transcription.
"Guangjicheng Pingmazhan advanced two guarantee payments for Xinshun Insurance Agency last month, and that same evening, the old bank issued the same amount of small silver dollars; the next day, a newspaper on Wangping Street received a commission of fifty dollars."
"If you still want to say this is just a coincidence, then I suggest you go back and burn some incense. Your department is so lucky, you could practically have your own hall in the City God Temple."
The moment those words were spoken, the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Even Hu Qiankuan turned his head to glance at Shen Li.
Zhou Qiheng, however, had no time to care about any of that.
He stared at the few sheets of paper on the table, his expression changing several times.
There was anger, there was embarrassment, but more than anything, there was a suffocating feeling of having one's tablecloth ripped off in front of everyone.
Because he knew it very well.
At this point, the question is no longer whether there is a hidden storyline.
However, if he continues to pull this dirty cloth back for the Chang faction, what he will pull back will not only be a minor attendant like Lu Shaoting, nor just an peripheral merchant like Guangjicheng, but the dignity of the entire Northern Expedition delegation.
Even worse, the Japanese ship was still hanging at sea.
Once Chen Zijun publicly pins these three lines, what the outside world sees will no longer be "a minor friction during negotiations."
Instead, some people in the south, while talking about the righteous cause of the Northern Expedition, were using Japan to probe the front lines, newspapers to frame people, and merchants to launder money.
If this is actually confirmed, the very name "Northern Expedition" will become stale.
Chen Zijun sat there without urging him.
He seems very patient.
It was as if he had known all along that he would come to this.
After a long pause, Zhou Qiheng finally gently put the paper down.
He looked up at Chen Zijun, his voice slow.
"Young Marshal, do you want me to make a statement here today?"
Chen Zijun nodded.
"right."
"And it's best to make it clear in front of others."
Zhou Qiheng gave a wry smile.
"What if I don't say anything?"
Chen Zijun looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion.
"That's fine too."
"I'll publish these four sheets of paper along with the draft of the articles of association in the newspaper. I've even thought of the title for you."
Shen Li casually added from the side:
"The Northern Expeditionary Army was ostensibly using a route, but in reality, it was a treacherous conspiracy, with the Northern Expeditionary Army serving as the vanguard for the Japanese army..."
How about this title?