dhibooks Chapter 221 Investigation in the Concession
Chapter 221 Investigation in the Concession
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Host: Chen Zijun
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Current sphere of influence: Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui, and the entire territory of Fujian.
Current core forces: eight German-equipped reorganized divisions, five centrally reorganized divisions, five central independent mixed brigades, five regiments of the Tax Police Corps, one independent motorized infantry division, one independent armored division, the Jiangnan Shipyard naval force, the light cruiser Zhen Dong, and the Mawei submarine detachment.
Current priorities: Aftermath of the Japanese concession in Xiamen; unusual communications by a large fleet in the Taiwan Strait.
The Japanese flag had just been lowered at the gate of the former Japanese concession in Xiamen.
A gust of wind blew, and the tattered white cloth with a red sun on it rolled into a ball, which the soldier stuffed into the evidence bag.
The street corner was still quiet.
The people who had been shouting the loudest just now were now hesitant to get too close.
Someone was hiding behind the rice shop door.
A person was standing at the entrance of the alley, holding a child.
Several Japanese expatriates huddled in the shop's porch, their faces pale, holding no guns, only daring to look down at the tips of their shoes.
Soldiers of the newly formed Fujian National Defense Army set up checkpoints along the streets.
The gun barrel is pointing downwards.
But the bayonet gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
The smoke from the battle had not yet cleared from the streets, but the bullet holes next to the gate tower had already been marked with wooden signs.
Bullet hole number one.
No. 2 bullet hole.
The position where the Japanese armed forces fired first.
Yang Yanzhao stood in the shadow of the gate tower, watching the clerk post the notice correctly.
Registration of ordinary overseas Chinese.
Shops remain open as usual.
Armed personnel disarmed.
The arms depot was sealed off.
The radio evidence was handed over to the Fujian Provincial Government.
Each point is written clearly.
Li Mingyuan walked over and said in a low voice, "Governor, the situation on the streets is under control. It's just that the shops dare not open, and there are also a few rice and grain merchants at the dock and warehouse. They are using the excuse that the Japanese flag on the flagpole cannot be lowered because the personnel are not here, and they refuse to report the accounts because the personnel have been scattered and have not returned."
Yang Yanzhao didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Whether the flag is lowered or not is irrelevant. If someone likes to hang the Japanese flag, let them. But the accounts must not be messed up."
Li Mingyuan nodded.
"I'll take the chamber of commerce there right away."
"Bring the customs accountant from Shanghai with you."
Yang Yanzhao said, "Today's rice price is capped at yesterday's book value. Anyone who dares to take advantage of the chaos to raise prices will have their shops shut down first, then their accounts investigated. Anyone found to be involved in arms trafficking will be dealt with as well. Those who aren't found must be hidden spies of the Japanese intelligence agency, right, Old Li?"
Li Mingyuan's lips twitched, but he only responded softly and said nothing more.
This sounds like an official document from the provincial government.
But the second half of the sentence revealed the true nature of Chen's army.
The shop was sealed off and its accounts were investigated.
It's worse than being beaten up in the street.
Dock merchants feared both guns and debts.
They were especially afraid of Chen Jiajun's accounting office.
The way those guys looked at the ledgers was even more meticulous than a machine gunner looking at an ammunition belt.
Li Mingyuan saluted.
"clear."
Just as he was about to leave, a translator rushed over.
"Governor, several secretaries from the consulate request to see you."
Yang Yanzhao looked across the street.
A Japanese man in a black tuxedo stood there, his top hat askew, but he still managed to maintain a composed demeanor.
Behind him were several representatives of overseas Chinese.
There are also two British and American observers.
The two foreigners were holding leather-bound notebooks, and their expressions were not good.
The secretary in the black tuxedo said in broken Chinese, "Governor Yang, after your troops entered the concession, they conducted extensive searches of the Imperial overseas Chinese businesses, which has seriously violated the dignity of the overseas Chinese."
The street corner was quiet.
Several reporters immediately gripped their pencils tightly.
Yang Yanzhao did not rush to reply.
He first looked at the documents.
Write it down.
The clerk immediately lowered his head.
"The secretary of the Japanese consulate said that the Fujian provincial government's investigation of weapons, radio stations, and armed personnel violated the dignity of overseas Chinese."
The secretary in the black dress changed her expression.
That's not what I meant!
"Words are not enough to prove anything, and the Fujian Provincial Government cannot keep records of them."
Yang Yanzhao said calmly, "Whatever you say, that's how it will be recorded in the documents. If you want to make changes, please submit a letter of protest, with your signature and seal."
The secretary felt a lump in her throat.
The British observer coughed lightly.
"Governor Yang, can you guarantee that the investigation will only target armed strongholds and not ordinary overseas Chinese?"
Yang Yanzhao glanced at him.
"Can."
He pointed to the street.
"Unarmed overseas Chinese shall register their names, addresses, and businesses at the registration office and shall not leave Xiamen for three days. Shops shall continue to operate as usual. Women and children shall not be searched, and residences shall not be entered."
Another direction pointed towards the police station.
"Armed guards, thugs from trading companies, and those who destroy telegrams will be detained and registered separately."
Finally, it points to the dock warehouse.
"The boxes labeled 'porcelain spare parts' but containing rifle bullets and explosives are not under the jurisdiction of the overseas Chinese community."
The secretary in the black dress had bluish lips.
The American observer standing nearby lowered the brim of his hat a little.
He understood.
This is not an arbitrary arrest.
This involves dividing the area into zones, people, and evidence.
Even these foreigners, who wanted to find fault, had to open the box and look inside first.
The light bulbs were still flickering in the underground radio room of the consulate.
A section of the wall plaster was pried open, revealing a hidden compartment inside.
Zhou Heting squatted on the ground, half of his military uniform covered in dust, holding a thin frequency book in his hands.
He had initially claimed that he was "severely injured and sent to the hospital," but now, judging from his current condition, it seems that Chen Jiajun's medical team has a very high level of expertise.
Otherwise, why would people be squatting in basements all the time?
There was only some dried blood on his face, and the bandages were wrapped around his face as if he had just bought them on credit from a coffin shop.
A young soldier couldn't help but look at him.
Zhou Heting glanced over.
"What are you looking at? Our Commander Li, Vice Governor Li said, if we're going to put on a show, we have to go all the way."
The young soldier's shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.
Li Mingyuan came down the stairs and happened to hear this.
"Alright, stop joking around."
He looked at the booklet in Zhou Heting's hand.
"Found what?"
Zhou Heting spread out the frequency booklet.
"A backup frequency. Not from the previous batch of codebooks."
He dotted one of the lines with a pencil.
"This place has a code name: Green Tide."
Li Mingyuan frowned.
"Blue Tide?"
"right."
Zhou Heting pulled out the listening records next to him.
"It appeared once at 2:00 AM, 3:40 AM, and before dawn last night. The transmission direction was in the Taiwan Strait. The consulate radio station we checked earlier not only receives messages, but also relays codes for the fleet at sea."
Li Mingyuan's face darkened.
"In other words, the concessions were not commercial ports."
"It's an ear."
After Zhou Heting finished speaking, he patted the hidden compartment on the wall.
"The ear that will still hand out knives."
Li Mingyuan didn't laugh.
He took the frequency booklet and handed it to the clerk behind him.
"Number it, seal it, and make three copies. One copy for the provincial government, one for the Young Marshal, and one copy each for the Military Intelligence Bureau and the General Staff."
Zhou Heting blinked.
"Will the Military Intelligence Bureau and the General Staff also stay?"
"Keep."
Li Mingyuan said, "The main reason is that they can get the newspapers to report it, so that the world can see what the Japanese mean by 'respectable overseas Chinese,' but what really happens in the cracks of the wall."
Outside the dock warehouse, Su Guiying, dressed in a dark women's long gown, stood in the shadows. She had only rushed there today. In the words of Director Mo Lanzhi of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Fujian's newly acquired territory was facing a major event like the recapture of the Xiamen concession. Ordinary people couldn't handle it; only Sister Guiying, with her worldly experience and resourcefulness, could take charge.
So she came.
But she always felt that something was wrong.
She didn't go to the front row.
Her people had already divided the reporters from several newspapers into three groups.
A volley of bullets struck the gate tower.
A group of people photographed the radio and the codebook.
A batch of shops reopened.
A young reporter asked urgently, "Director Su, could we take a few pictures of the corpse? Our readers like to see that..."