Chapter 655: Lure the Snake Out of the Hole (Third update, please subscribe)

What exactly happened?

Even Zhao Siming, who came from a wealthy family, was a little confused at this time.

What's going on?

Zhao Siming looked at the bailiff in front of him in a daze? No, it seemed like he was calling the police.

“Is this a rare book?”

Pointing at the "book" in the box, Zhang Wenjie sneered.

“Is this your rare book?”

It was a book, but when he opened the cover, there were pieces of black stuff inside. Zhao Siming knew what it was without even looking at it.

"Opium?"

"Tell me, what is your intention in bringing opium to the Ming Dynasty?"

"What do you mean by bringing opium to the Ming Dynasty? This book belongs to someone else."

Zhao Siming immediately said loudly.

"This box is not mine,"

"Whose is that?"

"Grandson Yue!"

"Who is Sun Ziyue?"

"My cabinmate."

Zhao Siming answered directly.

"This opium must be his!"

Even until this point, Zhao Siming didn't think it was a big deal.

"It's just opium, why do we need to mobilize so many people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the policeman sitting in front of him sneered.

"Mobilizing a large army? 34 kilograms of opium, according to the criminal law of the Ming Dynasty, is enough to kill hundreds of people. Do you think it counts as mobilizing a large army?"

Zhang Wenjie sneered, do these people really think they are in the Qing Dynasty, and opium has become "foreign medicine" and can be bought and sold freely on the streets?

As early as the Nanhua period, opium was banned with an iron fist. Over the years, more than a hundred people have lost their heads because of opium!

"What!"

Zhao Siming's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he looked at the policeman and said.

"This, this is really not mine, it's not mine, it belongs to my cabin mate, Sun Ziyue. Sun Ziyue...you, why are you trying to trick me like this!"

"Sun Ziyue, what does he look like?"

"He is 40 years old and from Zhejiang. According to him, he is a businessman between Ming and Qing, doing textile and other business. You should check it out quickly. This opium is really not mine. Our Zhao family really doesn't need that little bit of money."

Zhao Siming was a little confused. He didn't know what was going on.

"I don't know whether they are short of money or not, but the Ming Dynasty will definitely not wrongly accuse a good person."

Zhang Wenjie flipped through the information in his hand and sneered.

"According to the information provided by the shipping company, the person in your cabin is called Song Yunqing, and his grandson is Yue..."

With a cold smile, Zhang Wenjie asked back.

"Who is this person?"

"It was Sun Ziyue, that bastard. He must have framed our young master. Sir, go ask around in Sichuan and find out who doesn't know about the Zhao family in Dujiangyan. How could our family be short of that little money?"

Zhao Shuwang said, patting his chest.

"That little bit of opium is only worth a small amount of money. Even the money that the young master has with him is more valuable than that little bit of opium. Sir, it must be that Sun who framed the young master and me. Sir, you must give us justice."

justice!

Is there justice in this world?

Zhao Siming couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Even when he was thrown into jail, he still spoke with a little panic.

"Shuwang, what do you think we should do if those officials confess under torture?"

"This, this can't be..."

When he said "No way", Zhao Shuwang's tone seemed a little unsure.

Torturing people into confessing is a common practice among officials.

"Young Master, let's just use silver. All crows are black. How many officials don't love money?"

…

"That's quite generous!"

Wei Wenlin looked at his subordinates and said.

"That's right. I've been handling cases for so many years, but this is the first time I've encountered a local tycoon who spends five thousand at once."

Zhang Weijie said with some emotion.

“That’s really generous!”

"Can he afford it?"

"Director, that kid had 20,000 HSBC banknotes in his bag, all in large denominations."

After handling cases for so many years, this was the first time Zhang Wenjie encountered such a rich man. Not many people could carry so much money with them.

"So he is really rich?"

Since he is a rich man, he will definitely not sacrifice himself for such a small thing. There must be something fishy about this matter.

"Anyway, he is richer than the ones we met in the past. I have inquired about it. The Zhao family in Dujiangyan is indeed a wealthy family in the local area. Not only does the family own tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, they also have shops in Chengdu and other places, and they also have a well salt field in Zigong. If his identity is true, then people like him must not be short of money!"

If it was an official from the Qing Dynasty, the topic they would discuss would definitely be how to squeeze money out of Zhao. Not to mention sucking out his bones and marrow, they would definitely squeeze him dry. However, Wei Wenlin had not thought about this yet. Now he was more concerned about who owned the opium.

"Yes, if the identity is real, such a person would definitely not smuggle tobacco for such a small amount of money. In recent years, some people have been smuggling opium into Ming Dynasty, although the scale is not large, but opium..."

Looking up at Zhang Wenjie, Wei Wenlin said.

"No matter what, we must stop the possibility of infiltration into the Ming Dynasty. Beheading can deter the scum, but we must chop off their heads first!"

As he spoke, he flipped through the interrogation records in his hand.

"Grandson Yue..."

Looking through the interrogation records, Wei Wenlin frowned and talked to himself.

"Is this the first time this has happened?"

"What?"

"I mean, this is the first time someone has said they were framed."

The director's question made Zhang Wenjie stunned for a moment. It seemed that there had been several such incidents before. After thinking for a while, he answered.

“It seems like this is the fourth time.”

"Once is accidental, twice is coincidence, then three times? Four times?"

Looking up, Wei Wenlin said.

"Find this Song Yunqing first. I want to see what's going on here!"

"But Director, this guy surnamed Song also came here to do business. He disappeared as soon as he left the port. It may be difficult to find him!"

“It’s not difficult!”

Wei Wenlin smiled.

"I'll give you a chance to make a fortune."

"Get rich?"

"Tell him you want $10,000."

"What? What does this mean, Chief?"

"Take his money and let them go. If I'm right, since this Sun asked someone else to transport the poison, it's impossible that he didn't send someone to keep an eye on the Zhao family's master and servants. What do you think will happen if they are let out?"

Wei Wenlin sneered.

"Director, do you mean to lure the snake out of its hole? But what if we can't lure it out?"

Zhang Wenjie's brows were furrowed.

"Then we can catch him later and tell Zhao Siming that Siming... is interesting."

Closing the interrogation record, Wei Wenlin sneered.

"Some people are not afraid of death and want to transport opium into the Ming Dynasty. I want to see who is not afraid of losing his head and dares to transport cigarette butts into the Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)