After learning that Sassoon had been "kidnapped" by the Ming Dynasty, Wytoma, the British minister to the Qing Dynasty, rushed to Haizhou in a hurry.
"Now is the time, otherwise you will not be able to bear the series of diplomatic troubles it will cause."
"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 give in to any threats."
"you……"
Weitoma stared at the other person for a while before uttering a word.
"It's British."
Looking at Liu Kunpeng's smiling face, Witoma 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 Settlement."
Okay, now what rights are we talking about again?
"Maybe he was arrested in the Ming Concession. Who knows?"
Faced with such an unreasonable answer, Weituma didn't know how to deal with it. For a country like Ming Dynasty, verbal threats were meaningless.
After a while, he said unwillingly.
"In this case, let London and Yingtian negotiate directly."
"Negotiating on one side or the other will not yield any results. After all, he is just a drug dealer."
…
Where are the people from London?
Sassoon has been asking this question since he was deported to the Ming Dynasty. However, obviously no one can answer him. However, this does not prevent him from being taken to court.
"Mr. Sassoon, do you admit to selling opium to the Ming Dynasty?"
Facing the prosecutor's inquiry, Sassoon said directly.
"Absurd! This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world. Maybe it is illegal to buy and sell opium in your country. But buying and selling opium in the Qing Dynasty is a legal trade, a legal trade protected by international conventions. What rights do you have to take me?
Brought here from the Qing Dynasty, and then use your laws to judge me for my legitimate transactions in other countries."
Standing in court, Sassoon seemed to have become a fighter. He wanted 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 came to Zhao Hongbo and adjusted the frame of his gold glasses, looked at Sassoon and sneered.
"The laws of the Ming Dynasty do not care about the so-called legal trade you conduct there, whether it is legal locally, we only care about your behavior of selling opium like the Ming Dynasty."
This was considered to be an answer to Sassoon's previous question, and then the prosecutor said again.
"Next, we would like to ask witness Hartung to go to court to prove that Sassoon had clearly instructed him to transport opium to Peru through the gangs in Chinatown, and then to the Ming Dynasty to open up new markets."
Hartung became their witness.
After learning the news from the lawyer before, Sassoon was surprised in his heart. In any case, he never thought that Hartong would betray him, but all this seemed to be natural. After all, in the face of such a thing, everyone
Everyone will protect themselves first.
When faced with this choice, Jews will definitely make the choice that is most beneficial to them as soon as possible.
Soon his classmate went to court, and he stood on the witness stand and answered the prosecutor's questions one by one. His answers were neither embellished nor falsified. They were Sassoon's direct instructions. Even in the face of Sassoon's defense
The lawyer repeatedly asked questions, but his answers were without any problems.
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 in front of Sassoon, a Hispanic lawyer from Ming Dynasty.
"Hello, Mr. Sassoon, according to your family's entrustment, starting from tomorrow, I will serve as your defense lawyer and provide you with a 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 current attitude of the British government? Do they know that I was kidnapped in Haizhou?"
Faced with Sassoon's question, Romario answered directly.
"The British Ambassador is currently negotiating with Ming Dynasty officials. Please rest assured that I believe they will fully consider this factor, but..."
Romario, who knew Daming very well, shrugged helplessly, and then said.
"As far as I know, they will never make any concessions on this issue. After all, they need to prove, using you to prove, that anyone who sells drugs to Daming will pay the price for their actions."
"Damn, they're just trying to show the chicken to the monkey."
Sassoon immediately thought of this Chinese proverb, and then he said.
"So according to their laws, how will they punish me? I am not afraid of going to jail or paying a fine. If possible, I hope that a fine can be used instead of a sentence. You can tell them - there is no problem with money, no matter how much it is.
"
As long as he doesn't go to jail, Sassoon believes he can always earn his money back outside.
Looking at the confident Sassoon, Romario couldn't even bear to expose his illusions.
"Mr. Sassoon, our only hope now is to break through the British diplomatic negotiations. They can have some scruples and not sentence you to death. As for imprisonment, this is inevitable. Maybe one day in the future, we can pass further
Negotiate and get you released."
"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 give up. They do not have the guts."
Sassoon shouted excitedly.
"How dare he? I'm an Englishman. How dare they kill an Englishman?"
Looking at the excited Sassoon, Romario couldn't bear to tell him. This was no longer the first time that a British person was sentenced to death in court. Before that, just when they first occupied Argentina, there was
Some British who tried to overthrow their rule were sentenced to death. They were hanged and their property was confiscated.
"Mr. Sassoon, you don't know them. They will never let you go just because you are British, just like they can bring you here for trial all the way. Sir, what you need now is to live."
Come down, if possible, do you have anything you can trade with them? For example, other criminals like this must know that there are other criminals smuggling opium here."
Facing 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. His pace of opening up new markets was almost closely related to the direction of Chinese laborers. In the past few years, he not only sold opium to San Francisco in the United States.
, and also sold to gold mountains in Australia, and of course mines and plantations across Southeast Asia. In his opinion, these are all new markets worth exploring.
Once upon a time, these new markets brought him extremely generous returns. He even proudly showed off to others how smart he was, being able to seize new markets first when no one was aware of those markets.
Thus earning huge wealth.
But when he was earning huge wealth, he never thought that one day this new market would kill him.
And now the day has finally arrived. Two days later, after listening to the arguments from both the prosecution and the defense, the jury made their verdict - guilty.
Based on the jury's verdict, the judge made his verdict based on the corresponding legal provisions - death penalty!
When the judge said those two words, Sassoon stood in the iron bars in a daze, speechless. It took him a long time to speak.
"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I want to appeal, I want to appeal."
