Chapter 654 The Passing of Time 19
He was still thinking that the bureau chief should be able to guess something about the sale of supplies. At worst, he could share some of the profits with the bureau chief, who had high-ranking Japanese officials behind him, which would save him a lot of trouble.
But Luo Siyuan had been being cursed at by the Japanese for days, and he was furious with nowhere to vent his anger. Guan Sanqing just happened to be there for him, so why didn't he take advantage of him?
Guan Sanqing initially begged for mercy, but later he even contemplated suicide.
Why would a Red Party agent keep a bullet for himself?
Even with special training, they couldn't guarantee they could keep their secrets under enemy torture. It was better to die; a clean death was a blessing in disguise compared to a fate worse than death.
Even specially trained people might not be able to withstand those tortures, let alone someone like Guan Sanqing who was afraid of death.
After being whipped more than twenty times, the branding iron was replaced. After the branding iron was replaced, his fingers were pinched. Guan Sanqing was dizzy and woke up repeatedly. He didn't want to get involved with the bureau chief anymore. He wished he could just say that he shot Ma Wenqi and asked the bureau chief to give him a quick death!
Seeing that Guan Sanqing was about to collapse, Qiu Juncheng quickly reminded him, "Director, while he's still conscious, let's take his statement first."
Luo Siyuan, accustomed to a life of luxury, was sweating after the series of tortures. Hearing this, he stopped and began a serious interrogation.
"Tell me, are you from Beiping Station?"
"Yes." Weren't they from the East District Police Station of Beiping Station?
"Were those supplies you hid in the warehouse taken from the army hospital?"
"yes."
"You couldn't have produced so many drugs on your own. Who was your accomplice? Who was your superior?"
Guan Sanqing then betrayed his Japanese friend. Since he was going to die anyway, he didn't care what others did. Taking one of them with him would be a good way to take the fall for him, and besides, the goods he had were indeed given to him by the other party.
As for where our Japanese friends got so many medicines?
It must have come from the hospital, so the army hospital is not wrong.
"You mean Miyaki Ichiro is a Kuomintang agent?"
Guan Sanqing: "Yes." Even if you ask me if he's a Red Party spy, I'll say yes. I just want to finish asking him so I can die quickly. It really hurts too much.
"Go, send men to arrest Miyaki Ichiro. If he resists, you can shoot him."
No matter what country you're from, at this critical juncture, as long as you're not a high-ranking officer in the military police, he's willing to arrest you and subject you to all ten of the most brutal tortures.
Unfortunately, by the time Su Sheng and his men arrived at Miyazaki Ichiro's residence, the man had already been gone for seven days, for reasons unknown.
It must be said that some people are naturally perceptive. As soon as he heard that the medicines at the army hospital were missing and that so many people had died there, Miyaki Ichiro immediately packed his bags and slipped out of Beiping.
His keen insight also saved his life.
So when Su Sheng returned with his men to report, Qiu Juncheng was stunned—sometimes, when things went too smoothly, he always had a feeling that it wasn't real.
Luo Siyuan wrote a statement as instructed, had Guan Sanqing read it aloud, then recorded the conversation and took fingerprints. With the evidence in hand, a smile finally appeared on Luo Siyuan's face.
"Juncheng, you've done a great job this time."
"Director, the credit is also due to your wise leadership. If you hadn't asked me to thoroughly investigate our internal affairs, I wouldn't have targeted Guan Sanqing, and none of this would have happened. The credit clearly belongs to the director."
I reckon you'll definitely need to get some treatment this time.
Now, he is the deputy director of the district. No matter how many merits he makes, the Japanese will never allow him to rise above Luo Siyuan, unless Luo Siyuan is killed by the anti-traitor squad.
Moreover, it's better to stick with what you know than what you don't. He knows Luo Siyuan well enough. If it were someone else, he would have to get to know them all over again and rebuild the relationship, which would be troublesome. So, it's better to give the credit to Luo Siyuan.
What Luo Siyuan liked most about Qiu Juncheng was this: he never took credit for others' work. Otherwise, he would have lost control of him long ago.
In interpersonal relationships, the worst thing is to only give and never give, or only give and never give. Only when there is give and take can the relationship last.
"Juncheng, take some men to search Guan Sanqing's house and that batch of supplies. Make sure to guard them well; the Japanese will definitely come over to inspect them."
Guan Sanqing had amassed a fortune through the long-term trade of goods, so sending Qiu Juncheng to search his house was like giving him a piece of meat to eat.
That way, Qiu Juncheng will be more willing to work for him in the future.
Qiu Juncheng immediately led Li Dagang and the others straight to Guan Sanqing's residence in Dongcheng.
It was a three-courtyard house.
After reading it, Qiu Juncheng fell into deep thought. A small action team leader had two concubines, hired more than a dozen servants, and lived in a bigger house than him. He was indeed somewhat out of place.
Once Li Dagang and his men entered the house, they took control of the Guan family. Then, as if they had started a search engine to find gold and silver, they dug up every rat hole, almost digging three feet into the ground.
Li Dagang acted quickly, slipping Qiu Juncheng three bank drafts while his brothers were searching the room, before continuing to search Guan Sanqing's room.
Qiu Juncheng glanced at the bills: one for 20,000 silver dollars, one for 5,000 silver dollars, and one for 14,000 silver dollars.
This kid has really made a lot of money.
Before long, the items were moved out. Among them were two small boxes of gold bars, totaling sixty bars, about two or three thousand silver dollars, a box of old objects, and the rest were all grains, meat, and vegetables.
At this time, besides gold and silver, the most precious thing was food. Qiu Juncheng watched as these people emptied the entire kitchen, taking out not only all the food and seasonings, but also not even leaving behind half a steamed bun.
"Deputy Director, everything is here."
Qiu Juncheng lit a cigarette and told Li Dagang to count out all the items and write them down. "Take the antiques and gold and silver back to report. The grain and cloth can be divided among the brothers as they like. Also, each brother who came out today will receive ten silver dollars."
If you want your subordinates to obey you, you have to make sure they have food to eat. Otherwise, who would be willing to risk their lives for you?
The patrol officers shouted in unison, "Thank you, Deputy Chief!"
Ten silver dollars! That's ten silver dollars!
How much do patrol officers earn in a month?
The lowest-ranking patrolman earned seven silver dollars a month, while the older patrolmen earned eight or nine, with the highest earning ten. Even a leader like Li Dagang only earned twelve dollars a month.
The deputy director gave them a reward of ten yuan, and they found at least 500 jin of good rice and flour in the Guan family's house. Each of the dozen or so people could get at least 30 jin of grain, as well as a lot of fish and meat. Not to mention this month, they would have a good life next month!
This is also why everyone is willing to work under the deputy director, because working under the deputy director means a good life.
I really hope the deputy director can keep getting promoted!
These items were distributed on the spot. After all, it was time to get off work, and they didn't need to go back to the station. They all happily went home, carrying grain and cloth.
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