Chapter 37 How am I better than him?
Rongzhen didn't understand what was going on, so she wrote two beautiful traditional Chinese characters under his gaze.
The man took a look and found that it was Jiang Yu, not Jiang Yu as he thought.
"Jiang Yu?" The subordinate saw the name written on the paper after the director came out and said that he knew this person.
The man, Jiang Yu, then asked, "Who is he? I was just about to ask you to check."
The subordinate hurriedly said there was no need to check, because the other party's name was homophonic with the director's, and he had paid special attention to it after hearing it once.
Jiang Yu was just a rich young man who came to Shanghai from another place to study. He just graduated from university in the middle of the year and was not working now. It was said that he was preparing to apply for a government-sponsored study abroad. He usually lived in a rented mansion and had a close relationship with Bai Moli from the nightclub. It was said that he wanted to redeem his confidante so that they could go abroad together.
When Jiang Yu heard the last part, the red wedding dress on Rong Zhen flashed through his mind, and he inexplicably felt sorry for her.
She had come all the way here, despite all the trouble, with the sole intention of marrying her fiancé and living a happy life together, but she hadn't considered whether he was a good match for her.
Later, the people who interrogated A Cui and Da Zhu also came out. After comparing them, they found that they were not lying. Apart from the radio that suddenly appeared in the luggage, there was nothing else suspicious.
After verification by professionals, the radio station seems to have not been used.
So whether this person should be released or kept remains to be discussed.
The suggestion from my subordinates was to play the long game and try to catch a bigger fish. Since they couldn't get anything out of him by interrogating him now, they might as well let him go and see if they could hook him up.
Jiang Yu agreed and planned to let the people go as soon as the time came tomorrow, and then asked about the interrogation of the five military police devils.
The subordinates were ashamed: "They were very arrogant and seemed to have nothing to fear. They didn't fall for our brothers' threats and interrogations. They even urinated and defecated in the interrogation room."
"What kind of education can a bunch of uncivilized barbarians have?" Jiang Yu sneered and ordered that it was impossible to reason with the beasts and go directly to the bar.
Since we have told Nobuyoshi Nakata that they are a few drunk soldiers causing trouble, then we should give each of them a lot of alcohol. We don't have to worry about them not telling the truth after drinking, and it will be easier to deal with them if they die of drunkenness later.
So several barrels of wine were drunk, and the effect was very significant.
His men successfully learned and confirmed from one of the people the information they had previously received from the informant. It was about a major conspiracy planned by Fuso against China, and Jiang Yu had to take it seriously.
He immediately reported the matter to Yamashiro and mobilized his secret agents lurking in several major agencies in Fuso to investigate.
Before there was news from both sides, Jiang Yu chose to remain silent and wait for good news, while at the same time asking his men to arrange the funeral for the five gendarmes according to the original plan.
After finishing all this, it was already dark. His men brought food to Jiang Yu and reminded him: "Director, eat first. If you want to defeat Fusang's conspiracy, you must have a healthy body."
Jiang Yu put down the work at hand and was about to pick up the dishes and chopsticks to start eating when he suddenly remembered a girl who was still locked in the interrogation room.
"Aqiu——" Rong Zhen, who was finally remembered, rubbed her nose in the cold little dark room, feeling that she might catch a cold if she continued to stay like this.
She had been forgotten here for half a day. At first, she sat there quietly and didn't dare to move, but as time passed, no one came in to ask her what she was doing, so she simply got up and walked around the room.
This is called a small dark room and it is really small. She walked around and estimated that it was only about 7 or 8 square meters. There seemed to be nothing else in the room except two iron chairs, a table and a lamp. It was as clean as a prison cell, especially with the iron lattice welded above the door, which made it look even more like a prison cell.
When Jiang Yu came over, Rong Zhen was walking around the room in circles and sweating slightly. Just as she walked behind the iron window and wanted to take a look outside, Jiang Yu's bearded face suddenly appeared in front of her. She was so scared that she took a step back and almost fell down.
"You are so timid, am I that scary?" Jiang Yu opened the door and came in to ask her.
Rong Zhen was silent.
Don’t you know whether you are scary or not?
Avoiding the question, she stood up naturally, patted her skirt, and asked instead, "You came here so late because you have something else to ask? Have you proven my innocence? When will you let us go back?"
"You have so many questions, how can I answer them?" Jiang Yu snorted and slapped the wall with his big hand.
No one knew how he operated it or where the switch was, but after he moved, the headlight embedded in the ceiling suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire space.
Rongzhen wanted to say that she could just tell them one by one, what was so difficult about it, but the sudden bright light stung her eyes and she couldn't speak.
When I opened my eyes after I had adjusted, there was a table in front of me with a bowl of steaming rice on it. There were both meat and vegetables on the rice, with vegetables and fat sticking out.
What does that mean? Are you trying to corrupt her with food? Are you planning to poison her? Or perhaps even give her a final meal?
Rongzhen thought a lot at once.
While she was daydreaming, Jiang Yu dragged another chair over, sat opposite her, and pushed the food towards her.
"Eat, and I'll let you go tomorrow after you finish." After saying that, he leaned back in the chair, crossed his long legs, and stared at her with his dark eyes.
Rongzhen: ...Who can handle this?
But wait, "You're going to let us go tomorrow? On what terms?"
"Conditions? What conditions can a weak woman like you give?" Jiang Yu crossed his arms and legs, his attitude nonchalant.
Rong Zhen didn't care and took the opportunity to negotiate with him, saying that she could donate 500 yuan to them in exchange for the other party sending someone to escort her and the servants to find Jiang Yu.
She finally understood that Shanghai was not just a prosperous place on the surface, but also harboured many dangers and filthiness. Rather than going out and being treated as a fat sheep to be slaughtered, it would be better to spend money to avoid disaster and ask the person in front of her to escort them.
At least he really took the money to do the job, and he didn't deliberately frame anyone and take the opportunity to extort money.
Jiang Yu lowered his arm after hearing this. "Five hundred dollars? You're really willing to spend that. Do you really care about your fiancé so much? Be careful that he won't hug you, or your love will be in vain."
Rongzhen didn't know why she could hear a hint of sarcasm and a hint of sourness in these words.
She felt that she must be mistaken, wondering if this person was a prophet? How accurate it was! In the story, the original owner was infatuated and misplaced, and Jiang Yu also gave up Pipa.
Based on this, she assumed he was being kind and reminded her, and explained gently, "Five hundred dollars is just a reward for your help, and it has nothing to do with him. Besides, although he and I are engaged, we haven't seen each other for many years, so it's not that rare. Or do you know him personally and know some inside information?"
Jiang Yu's big beard moved as he was about to say something, but his men came over outside the door to report something.
"Fill your stomach first, don't faint from hunger." Jiang Yu said this, stood up and strode away.
Before he left the door, Rong Zhen quickly made a request: "Please ask them to bring some food and drink to my two servants. If possible, please help find a doctor for the housekeeper. I would be very grateful."
Jiang Yu muttered that there were too many conditions, then closed the door and left without looking back.
The subordinates who were waiting for him outside the door also heard it. They thought that their director would refuse, but they didn't expect that Jiang Yu would order them to do as they were asked as soon as he came out, and to send in bedding at night to prevent them from freezing.
The subordinate confirmed with a strange look on his face: "Director, are you really going to do this?" It was like serving their ancestors. This is not a charity hotel. Anyone who was caught here in the past was severely punished.
Jiang Yu had a good reason: "She donated 500 yuan as pocket money for the brothers."
Subordinate: “!”
What's there to say? It's just a matter of eating, drinking and seeing a doctor. It's not a big deal. I guarantee I'll get it done for her.
It's not that they are greedy for money, it's just that it's rare. This is the first time someone has taken the initiative to donate money to them, and the other party is not involved in any major affairs, so the money is not difficult to take.
His subordinates immediately arranged for someone to do it, and then handed the telegram from Shancheng that had just been received to Jiang Yu.
Boss Chen said that he had received the news and ordered him to investigate privately and act accordingly. If Fuso really set up a trick to plot against China's situation, it would surely cause its collapse and defeat.
With the arrival of this telegram, the secret agents that Jiang Yu had mobilized before also sent back news one after another. Most of them said that no relevant intelligence had been found yet. Only two or three people who were hiding deeper had risked finding some clues. The details still needed further investigation.
The result of further investigation was that all the secret agents who had discovered traces of the Fuso plan were killed overnight, either by accident or by execution, and no one survived.
Jiang Yu got up early and heard the news, and shot the cup on the windowsill, breaking it.
"Fuso! This is too much!"
The subordinate heard the commotion and came in, reporting with difficulty: "Director, the chief is here to see you."
The director of the Special Intelligence Bureau, who usually only has a figurehead and does not do anything, came to see Jiang Yu early in the morning. Naturally, he would not come to see him for no reason.
Seeing that the other party was holding back his anger, Jiang Yu greeted him, "Commander, you took the time out of your busy schedule to come here. What instructions do you have?"
The director of the Special Intelligence Bureau, his face flushed with gluttony, came in laughing and tried to pat Jiang Yu on the shoulder, but couldn't. He patted his arm instead and said earnestly, "I didn't give you any instructions, but I do have one piece of advice. It's up to you whether you listen or not."
Jiang Yu raised his hand and gestured: "You go ahead."
The director of the Special Intelligence Bureau looked at him meaningfully, with a warning in his words.
"Let me tell you, even though we're in this position, some things are beyond human control. We need to be flexible. Director Jiang learned from Boss Chen and was once a student of the principal. He has a bright future ahead of him. He shouldn't be stuck in this small Shanghai Special Intelligence Bureau, don't you agree?"
The meaning of these words is very clear. He just wants to tell him not to move things that he shouldn't move, otherwise the consequences are unpredictable.
Jiang Yu's expression changed. He knew exactly what he was referring to. The blood of the three brothers who died last night might not have dried yet.
He pondered for a moment, as if he had weighed the pros and cons and was convinced, and said reluctantly: "You are right. Jiang will learn from you."
The director of the special intelligence bureau, who didn't understand Jiang Yu's true way of doing things, thought that his goal had been achieved, and happily invited him to have breakfast, drink two glasses of sake, and listen to some Japanese songs.
Jiang Yu went there happily, but before leaving he felt urgent and wanted to go to the bathroom first.
The director of the Special Intelligence Bureau generously let him go and went downstairs to wait for him in the car.
Jiang Yu, who stayed in the building, did not go to the toilet. Instead, he called his men and asked, "Did the five hundred dollars go away?"
The subordinate was grieving for his fallen brothers. He was stunned when he heard the name of 500 dollars. He quickly reacted, "Not yet. We gave them breakfast and were just about to arrange for someone to escort them."
Jiang Yu paced back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly asked him a completely unrelated question: "Have you met that Jiang Yu? How do you think I compare to him?"
The subordinate had followed him since his early years and had naturally seen his true face beneath his beard. He quickly replied, "How can he compare to you? If you shaved your beard, straightened your hair and groomed it, you'd look more like a talented and pretty boy than him. Ugh!"
I accidentally said something wrong, so I slapped myself in the face.
"Very good!" Jiang Yu didn't care and asked him to come closer to his ear.
"I have a plan. Let's do this..."
The subordinates' eyes widened gradually as they listened.
Jiang Yu then got into the Special Intelligence Bureau Director's car and left.
At the same time, after breakfast, Rongzhen was asked to leave the interrogation room where he had stayed all night, and saw A Cui and Da Zhu who were waiting outside with great excitement.
"Miss..." A Cui hugged her with red eyes, wanting to ask her if she was okay, but she didn't dare to open her mouth to confirm.
Dazhu was so sad that he couldn't eat the bun in his hand. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the two people hugging each other.
When Rongzhen saw this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she thought that the director was quite kind, providing both food and money.
If you ignore the hardship of staying in the interrogation room at night, they can almost be said to be eating and staying here for a night without having to worry about safety issues.
With this calculation, the five hundred dollars is not a loss.
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