In the end what happened?
Even Zhao Siming, who came from a wealthy family, was a little confused at this time.
How is this going?
Zhao Siming looked at the government servant in front of him in a daze. No, he seemed to be calling the police.
"Is this a rare book?"
Pointing to the "book" in the box, Zhang Wenjie sneered.
"Is this your rare book?"
The book was a book, but when the cover was opened, there were pieces of black stuff inside. Zhao Siming knew what they were without even looking at them.
"Yantu?"
"Tell me, what is your intention in bringing the smoke to Ming Dynasty!"
"Why did you bring smoke to Ming Dynasty? This book belongs to someone else."
Zhao Siming immediately said loudly.
"This box is not mine,"
"Whose is that?"
"Sunzi Yue!"
"Who is Sun Tzu Yue?"
"The person I'm sharing the cabin with."
Zhao Siming answered directly.
"This smoke must be his!"
Even until this moment, Zhao Siming didn't think it was a big deal.
"Isn't it just smoke and soil? Why do we need to mobilize troops and mobilize people like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the policeman sitting in front of him sneered.
"Inciting an army to mobilize a crowd? 34 kilograms of smoke, according to the Ming Dynasty's criminal law, is enough to kill someone hundreds of times. Do you think it is an incitement to mobilize an army?"
Zhang Wenjie sneered and said, do these people really think they are in the Qing Dynasty, where tobacco has been turned into "foreign medicine" and can be bought and sold on the street at will?
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 due to smoking!
"What!"
Zhao Siming's face suddenly turned a little pale, he looked at the police and said.
"This, this really isn't mine, it's not my thing, it belongs to my cabin mate Sun Zi Yue, Sun Zi Yue... You, why did you deceive me like this!"
"Sun Ziyue, what does he look like?"
"He is forty years old and is from Zhejiang. According to his statement, he was doing business between the Ming and Qing Dynasties. He was engaged in textiles and other businesses. Check it out quickly. This smoke and soil is really not mine. Our Zhao family really doesn't
Just a little money."
Zhao Siming was a little confused, he didn't know what happened.
"I don't know whether it's less money or not, but Ming Dynasty will definitely not wrongly accuse good people."
Zhang Wenjie looked at the information in his hand, and then sneered.
"According to the information provided by the shipping company, the names of the people in the cabin with you are Song Yunqing and Sun Ziyue..."
Zhang Wenjie asked with a cold smile.
"Who is it again?"
"It's Sun Ziyue, that bitch. He must have framed our young master. Sir, go and ask around. Who in Sichuan doesn't know that the Zhao family in Dujiangyan will be short of money for our family?"
Zhao Shuwang said, patting his chest.
"How much is that bit of cigarette soot worth? Even the money the young master carries with him is worth more than that bit of cigarette soot. My lord, it must be the young master named Sun Dongxi who framed us. My lord, you must give us justice."
justice!
Is there justice in this world?
Zhao Siming couldn't help but feel a little confused. Even when he was put in jail, he still said with a little fear.
"Shuwang, tell me, what will happen if those officials give in to their tactics?"
"This, this can't be possible..."
When he said "No way", Zhao Shuwang's tone seemed a little unsure.
Being beaten is not something that officials often do.
"Young Master, let's, let's use money. The world is as dark as crows, and there are some officials who don't like money!"
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"That's quite generous!"
Wei Wenlin looked at his subordinates and said.
"No, after so many years of running a business, this is the first time I've met a rich man who can make five thousand dollars at a time."
Zhang Weijie said with some emotion.
"This is such a generous move!"
"Can he afford it?"
"Director, in that boy's bag, there are a total of 20,000 HSBC bank notes, all of which are of large denominations."
After so many years of business, Zhang Wenjie encountered such a rich man for the first time. Not many people can go out with so much money.
"So, he is indeed very rich?"
Since he is a rich man, he will definitely not lose himself for three melons and two dates. There must be something fishy about this matter.
"Anyway, they are richer than what we have encountered in the past. I have inquired about the Zhao family in Dujiangyan. They are indeed a big family in the local area. Not only do they own tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, they also have shops in Chengdu and other places, and they also have a business in Zigong.
Youjing Salt Farm, if his identity is true, then someone like him is definitely not short of money!"
If it were an official of the Qing Dynasty, the topic they were talking about would definitely be how to extract the oil and water from the body of Zhao. Not to mention breaking the bones and sucking out the marrow, they could squeeze him dry anyway, but Wei Wenlin had not thought about it yet.
.Now he is more concerned about whose smoke the soil belongs to.
"Yes, if the identity is true, such a person will definitely not traffic cigarettes for that little money. In the past few years, people have been smuggling cigarettes to the Ming Dynasty. Although the scale is not large, the cigarettes..."
Wei Wenlin raised his head and looked at Zhang Wenjie and said.
"No matter what, we must stop the possibility of infiltrating the Ming Dynasty. Beheading can deter Zuan Xiao, but we must first cut off the head!"
As he spoke, he looked through the interrogation records in his hand.
"Sunzi Yue..."
Looking through the interrogation records, Wei Wenlin frowned, and then said to himself.
"How many times has this happened to you?"
"What?"
"I mean, how many times has someone said that they were framed?"
The director's rhetorical question made Zhang Wenjie stunned for a while. It seemed that this had happened several times before. After thinking about it, he answered.
"It seems to be the fourth time."
"Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, then three times? Four times?"
Raising his head, Wei Wenlin said.
"Find this Song Yunqing first. I want to see what's going on!"
"But Director, this guy named Song also came here to do business. He disappeared as soon as he left the port. It might be a little difficult to find him!"
"It's not difficult!"
Wei Wenlin smiled.
"Give you a chance to make a fortune."
"Get rich?"
"Tell him you want ten thousand yuan."
"What? Director, what does this mean?"
"Take his money and let them out. If my estimate is correct, since Sun has let others transport poison, it is impossible not to send people to keep an eye on the Zhao family master and servants. What do you think will happen if they are let out?
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Wei Wenlin sneered.
"The director means to lure the snake out of its hole? But what if it can't be lured out?"
Zhang Wenjie's brows furrowed.
"Then we'll get someone later and tell this Zhao Siming, Siming... is a bit interesting."
Wei Wenlin closed the interrogation record and sneered.
"There are people who are not afraid of death and want to transport cigarette butts to the Ming Dynasty. I want to see who is not afraid of losing their heads and dares to transport cigarette butts to the Ming Dynasty!"
This chapter has been completed!