Chapter 676 I am not satisfied, I want to appeal (fourth update, please subscribe)

"You must release Mr. Sassoon."

Upon learning that Sassoon was "kidnapped" by the Ming Dynasty, Wade, the British Minister to the Qing Dynasty, immediately rushed to Haizhou.

"Right now, otherwise the series of diplomatic troubles caused will be beyond your ability to bear."

"What kind of diplomatic trouble?"

Liu Kunpeng sneered.

"We don't know what kind of diplomatic trouble the arrest of an opium dealer will cause, but we all know that the Ming Dynasty will never succumb to any threats."

"you……"

Wade stared at the other person for a long while before he uttered a word.

"It's English."

Looking at Liu Kunpeng's smiling face, Wade almost confused the country he represented with another country. The country he represented would never succumb to British pressure.

"Just an opium dealer."

"You have no right to arrest people from the British Concession."

Okay, now what rights are we talking about again?

"He might have been arrested in the Ming Concession. Who knows?"

Faced with such a specious answer, Wade was a little confused about how to deal with it. For a country like Ming Dynasty, verbal threats were meaningless.

After a while, he said unwillingly.

"In that case, let London and Yingtian negotiate directly."

"Negotiations with him won't yield any results. After all, he's just a drug dealer."

…

Where are the people from London?

Since being taken to the Ming Dynasty, Sassoon has been asking this question. However, apparently no one can answer him. However, this did not prevent him from being brought to court.

"Mr. Sassoon, do you admit that you sold opium to the Ming Dynasty?"

In response to the prosecutor's questioning, Sassoon spoke directly.

"Ridiculous! This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world. Maybe buying and selling opium is illegal in your country. But buying and selling opium in Qing is a legal trade, a legal trade protected by international conventions. What right do you have to bring me from Qing here and use your laws to judge me for the legitimate trade I conducted in other countries?"

Standing in the court, Sassoon seemed to have become a fighter, wanting to prove to the world how ridiculous this trial was.

"Your Honor, please record the suspect's answer. He has admitted to selling opium to the Ming Dynasty."

The prosecutor went to Zhao Hongbo, adjusted the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses, and sneered at Sassoon.

"The laws of the Ming Dynasty do not care whether the so-called legal trade you are conducting there is legal or not. We only care about your behavior of selling opium like the Ming Dynasty."

This was considered an answer to Sassoon's previous question, and then the prosecutor continued.

"Now we would like to invite witness Hardoon to the stand to testify that Sassoon had clearly instructed him to transport opium to Peru through the gangs in Chinatown, and then to Ming Dynasty to open up new markets."

Hardoon became their witness.

After learning the news from his lawyer, Sassoon was surprised. He never thought that Hardoon would betray him, but all this seemed natural. After all, when faced with such a thing, everyone would protect themselves first.

When faced with this choice, Jews will definitely make the choice that is most beneficial to them first.

Soon his classmate went to court, and he stood in the witness box and answered the prosecutor's questions one by one. His answers were neither exaggerated nor false, and they were all direct instructions from Sassoon. Even in the face of repeated questions from Sassoon's defense lawyer, his answers were flawless.

The outcome of this trial was doomed from the beginning.

It was not until the third day of the trial that a lawyer finally appeared before Sassoon. He was a Spanish lawyer from the Ming Dynasty.

"Hello, Mr. Sassoon. According to your family's commission, starting tomorrow, I will serve as your defense attorney and provide you with defense."

Romario, a lawyer, just received a telegram from London yesterday.

"Finally I know where I am."

Sassoon said with some excitement.

"The British government, what is the British government's attitude now? Do they know that I was kidnapped in Haizhou?"

In response to Sassoon's question, Romario answered directly.

"The British ambassador is currently negotiating with the Ming government. Please rest assured that they will fully consider this factor. However..."

Romario, who knew the Ming Dynasty very well, shrugged helplessly and said.

"From what I understand, they will never make any concessions on this issue. After all, they need to prove, and use you to prove, that anyone who sells drugs to the Ming Dynasty will pay the price for their actions."

"Damn it, they are just killing the chicken to scare the monkeys."

Sassoon immediately thought of this Chinese proverb, and then he said.

"Then how will they punish me according to their laws? They are not afraid of me going to jail or paying a fine. If possible, I hope to use a fine instead of a sentence. You can tell them - there is no problem with money, no matter how much it is."

As long as he didn't go to jail, Sassoon believed that he could always earn the money back outside.

Looking at the confident Sassoon, Romario didn't even have the heart to burst his fantasy.

"Mr. Sassoon, our only hope now is to defeat the British in their diplomatic negotiations. They will be cautious and not sentence you to death. As for imprisonment, it is inevitable. Perhaps one day in the future, we can get you released through further negotiations."

"What? How dare they? How dare they do this to me? They want to kill me. They want to kill me. The British will definitely not agree. The British will never let it go. They don't have the guts."

Sassoon shouted excitedly.

"How dare he? I'm English. How dare they kill an Englishman?"

Seeing the excited Sassoon, Romario did not have the heart to tell him. This was not the first time that the Daimyo sentenced a British person to death in court. Before this, when they had just occupied Argentina, some British people who tried to overthrow their rule were sentenced to death. When they were hanged, their property was confiscated.

"Mr. Sassoon, you don't understand them. They will never let you go just because you are British, just like they can bring you here for trial from afar. Now all you need is to survive. If possible, do you have anything to trade with them? For example, other criminals like this, they must know that there are other criminals smuggling opium here."

Faced with the lawyer's question, Sassoon was stunned for a while before answering.

“This is the new market.”

As a businessman, Sassoon was very good at opening up new markets, and his pace of opening up new markets was almost closely related to the direction in which Chinese workers went. In the past few years, he not only sold opium to San Francisco in the United States, but also to Gold Mountain in Australia, and of course to mines and plantations in Southeast Asia. In his opinion, these were all new markets worth opening up.

Once upon a time, these new markets brought him extremely rich returns. He even proudly boasted to others how smart he was to be able to seize new markets first when no one else was aware of those markets, thus making huge fortunes.

But when he was making a huge fortune, he never imagined that this new market would cost him his life one day.

And now that day has finally arrived. Two days later, after hearing arguments from both the prosecution and the defense, the jury made their verdict - guilty.

Based on the jury's verdict, the judge made his ruling based on the corresponding legal provisions - death penalty!

When the judge said those two words, Sassoon stood in the iron bars in a daze, unable to speak. After a long while, he spoke.

"I don't accept it. I don't accept it. I want to appeal. I want to appeal."

(End of this chapter)