Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 309 You're still panting?
Upon hearing this, Ono Oda gave a coquettish, quirky laugh and gave a knowing look that any man would understand.
"Cao-san, you're absolutely right! Soldiers of our Great Japanese Empire should always be thinking about bringing glory to our country!"

"The soldiers on the front lines are fighting a bloody battle against the American devils. We, who are in the rear, should also make some contributions within our power."

Damn it, I praised you, and you actually took advantage of it.

You call that bringing glory to the country? With your short and ineffective weapons, you'd be lucky if you didn't embarrass the Japanese.

"Haha, Ono-kun is right. I've already prepared everything for you all, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and the door to the private room opened in response. Eight Western women, dressed in flamboyant attire, strode in with cat-like steps. Their cheongsams were slit up to their thighs, and with each step, the glimpses of their figures drew the attention of several Japanese soldiers.

"Greetings, officers!"

These girls were clearly trained; their voices were so sweet, they could make these Japanese devils drool.

"Yoshi, yoshi! Good, good!" Several Japanese soldiers' eyes lit up, and Ono Oda immediately waved to the two inside.

Before the two women had even settled in, his lewd hands had already eagerly climbed onto their waists.

"Kato-kun, don't be shy. Take whichever one you like. If you don't have one you like, I can arrange one for you." Kato Chizuru had only just joined, so Cao Weida said politely.

Unexpectedly, Kato Chizuru had no concept of politeness and immediately nodded frantically, her eyes shining as she said, "Cao-san, there should be some black girls here, right? I want two black girls!"

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Damn it, I never expected that old Japanese devil Kato Chizuru would have such unique tastes.
Does this mean you like to see your white teeth when you wake up at night?

He knew that those black women were even more formidable in combat than white Americans. Could this old man handle it?
"No problem, of course no problem!" Cao Weida immediately made the arrangements, not caring whether he could handle it or not, it would be best if he died on a woman's belly.

The Six Nations Hotel made arrangements immediately. As the saying goes, everyone has their own taste, and there are all kinds of birds in a big forest. It's not unusual for customers to have unique tastes.

As one of the top hotels and entertainment venues in Beiping, the Six Nations Hotel was naturally well-prepared for Blackie's tastes, especially for people with unique preferences like Kato Chizuru.

"Yoshi yoshi!" Kato Chizuru, who was hugging two black girls, laughed lewdly. Ever since the black girls arrived, his hands hadn't stopped. He was so excited that he wanted to give a live AV lesson, which made Cao Weida feel disgusted.

Honestly, as a person with yellow skin, the skin color he finds most unbearable is that of a black person.

During a break from drinking, Ono Oda took a moment to peek out from the white woman's chest and said, "By the way, Cao-san, tomorrow morning you'll come with me to the Military Police Headquarters again. His Excellency Miyamoto will mediate between you and Director Wang and the others in front of you."

"Alright, thank you so much, Ono-kun, for helping me out. I'm extremely grateful. Here, let me toast you!"

"Hey you, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and feed Ono-kun the wine in your glass! Remember, Ono-kun likes imported wine!"

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After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Cao Weida mentioned the foot massage parlor again, and then very tactfully got up and left the private room.

These Japanese devils are completely drunk and having a blast. If they don't know what's good for them and leave now, they might just have a wild party.

Cao Wei Da, after leaving the Six Nations Hotel, let out a long breath reeking of alcohol.

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The atmosphere in the conference room of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters was somewhat oppressive.

Director Wang, Deputy Director Li, and a group of other implicated pseudo-government officials stood in a row to one side, heads bowed, sweat beading on their foreheads.

Cao Wei Da stood on the other side, his police uniform crisp and his expression calm, as if it were none of his business.

Miyamoto Ichiro paced back and forth in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back. The clattering of his military boots was like the deafening ringing of bells in everyone's ears.

"Director Wang."

Miyamoto Ichiro suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on Director Wang, his tone indifferent, even somewhat cold:
"Your relatives smuggled contraband, colluded with deserters, and secretly communicated with the Red Army. You say you were unaware of this?"

Director Wang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were filled with fear, and his voice trembled as he said, "Commander Miyamoto, I really didn't know anything! It was that rebellious son who kept it from me and acted recklessly. If I had known, I would never have dared to tolerate him! I beg you to investigate thoroughly, sir!"

"Clear?"

Miyamoto Ichiro sneered. If they really investigated, every single official in the puppet government would lose their heads!
However, this was clearly not what he wanted to see. Warnings were acceptable, but violence was absolutely unacceptable.

If you push them too far, it might backfire.

He shifted his gaze to Deputy Director Li: "And you, Deputy Director Li, accepting bribes from the gang and dividing the ransom—is that also a lie?"

Deputy Director Li's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The Japanese might be concerned about the consequences and wouldn't really do anything to Director Wang, but dealing with a mere deputy bureau chief like him would be a piece of cake.

The officials inside were so frightened they dared not breathe, burying their heads tightly and doing everything they could to minimize their presence.

Cao Wei Da remained silent, showing not even the slightest fluctuation.

What's there to be upset about? Anyway, Miyamoto Ichiro isn't really going to do anything to these officials of the puppet government.

The Japanese also needed them to maintain local order and exploit the people.

Of course, while they won't be killed, they still need to be punished; otherwise, it won't be enough to quell the storm, let alone serve as a warning.

As expected, Miyamoto Ichiro changed the subject: "The Imperial Army is merciful. Considering that you have made some contributions in the past, we will not pursue your mistakes for the time being."

These words relieved the officials.

"However, while the death penalty may be waived, punishment is inevitable!"

Miyamoto Ichiro's voice rose: "Director Wang, you are relieved of your post as Director of the Construction Department and demoted to Deputy Director, with probation on the side!"

"Deputy Director Li, you're having six months' salary deducted and are being transferred to a suburban police station!"

The two men's faces turned ashen instantly, but they dared not utter a word of complaint and could only thank him repeatedly.

Of course, other officials were not spared either; those less implicated were also demoted or fined.

After dealing with the false officials, Miyamoto Ichiro's gaze fell on Cao Wei Da, and his tone softened considerably:
"Director Cao, you have upheld justice and eliminated corrupt elements for the Imperial Army. You have done a great job!"

He raised his hand to signal, and the guard immediately presented him with an appointment letter: "From today onwards, you are promoted to deputy director of the Fifth District Police Station in Beiping, still in charge of your original jurisdiction, and also responsible for supervising the crackdown on gangs throughout the city."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang—no, I should say Deputy Director Wang—and the others' faces immediately darkened. Well, here we were all being demoted, having our salaries docked, and looking as crestfallen as if we'd just been cheated on by our wives. But Cao Weida was doing the complete opposite; not only did he escape no punishment, he was even promoted and given a raise?!

Although this promotion and raise were only superficial and did not actually expand their power, it was enough to make them envious and jealous.

They felt extremely resentful!
Cao Wei Da's heart skipped a beat, and he respectfully accepted the letter of appointment with both hands: "Thank you for your guidance, Commander Miyamoto. I will certainly live up to your expectations."

As for whether or not one felt grateful...
Be grateful my ass!

Miyamoto Ichiro is a truly cunning old devil. It seems like he promoted him and gave him a raise, but in reality, it was just Miyamoto Ichiro trying to maintain a balance.

This not only reprimanded the disobedient officials of the puppet government, but also promoted him, a "loyal" pawn, making him a force to restrain the puppet government. At the same time, it put him in the eye of the storm and made him the target of public criticism.

He was grateful, but he also wanted to slap that bastard across the face!
"I trust you to handle things." Miyamoto Ichiro nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Alright, that's all for today. Go back and think carefully about how you can better serve the Imperial Army and solve its problems instead of causing it trouble!"

That's all for now, meeting adjourned.

After the meeting, as Cao Weida walked out of the conference room, Deputy Director Li passed by him and said in a low voice, gritting his teeth, "Cao Weida, don't be so smug! Don't think that just because you have the Japanese backing you up, you can act recklessly!"

"You must know, if you walk the night too often, you're bound to encounter a ghost!"

Oh ho, threatening me?

Cao Weida smiled faintly, "What, Deputy Director Li, have you encountered a ghost? How was it? Male or female? What did it look like? Scary, wasn't it?"

"You!!" Deputy Director Li's face turned ashen. He snorted coldly and stormed off.

Hmph, you're smug now, let's see how long you can keep it up!
Cao Wei Da curled his lip in disdain. What kind of thing is this, daring to threaten me?
If you upset me, I'll go to your house tonight and kill you, fueled by my resentment!
Now that this matter is resolved, he should think about how to eliminate Song Yusheng, this threat.

As the saying goes, there's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days straight.

That bastard Song Yusheng wants to kill him all the time. He can't eat or sleep if he doesn't kill him.
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The following afternoon, Cao Weida arrived at the police station.

"Ono-kun." He smiled as he pushed open the door and entered. Ono Oda was wiping a samurai sword with his head down, the blade reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

It must be said that although the samurai sword is generally much brittle than traditional Chinese swords, its sharpness is quite good.

"Haha, Cao-san, what brings you here? Please, have a seat." Seeing Cao Weida enter, Ono Oda placed his katana on the sword rack and greeted him with a broad smile, urging him to sit down.

"I just had the kitchen warm up some Shaoxing wine; let's have a small taste later."

"I must say, the traditional Chinese medicine culture of your country is profound and extensive. I specifically consulted a master of traditional Chinese medicine in your country. He said that drinking yellow wine can nourish the stomach. I tried it these past few days and it really made me feel much better."

"Is that so? It seems that I, a Chinese, am not as knowledgeable about the essence of our country as you are. You are truly learned and talented. I have much to learn from you."

Upon meeting, he began with a light but not heavy compliment. This kind of flattery is something that needs to be done from time to time, since it doesn't cost anything. As a result, Ono Oda was overjoyed.

"Haha~~ Cao Sang, you flatter me. I just like to read books in my spare time."

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I just gave you a compliment against my will, and you're already getting all worked up?
"There is an old Chinese saying: 'One is never too old to learn, and one learns until one lives.' Ono-kun, you are truly a role model for us all!"

A barrage of flattery delighted Ono Oda.

Soon, his subordinate came in, carrying a pot of warmed yellow wine.

Ono Oda poured wine for Cao Wei Da and said with a smile, "Cao-san, you've come to see me today because you have something to discuss, haven't you?"

"Ono-kun knows me best. I don't come here without a reason. I've come uninvited today to talk to you about something."

Cao Weida grinned without the slightest embarrassment and said, "Tomorrow is the anniversary of my ancestor's death. According to family rules, I have to go back to sweep the tomb and pay respects to my ancestors. So, I came to inform you, Ono-kun."

Whether today is the anniversary of the original owner's ancestor's death is not important.

He said it's tomorrow, so it's tomorrow. Oda Ono doesn't know anyway.

Upon hearing this, Ono Oda didn't even frown. Instead, he patted Oda's shoulder and grinned mischievously.

"I think it's not just about ancestor worship."

Cao Wei Da scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled, "Nothing can be hidden from Ono-kun. There's an old saying in China: 'Wealth and honor not returned to one's hometown are like wearing brocade at night.'"

“Before, I, Cao Weida, was just a nobody. I couldn’t even get enough to eat every day. I was either starving or full.”

"Now that I've made something of myself, I should go back and show off a bit. Please don't laugh at me."

"Haha~~ I understand, I understand, it's only human nature." Ono Oda had an expression that said, 'I saw through everything, just as I expected,' and he couldn't be more pleased with himself.
“Ancestor worship is a major event, and laughter is of utmost importance, so how could I disagree?”

"However, the situation outside the city is different from that inside the city. The situation outside Beiping, especially near Changping, is chaotic. You should be more careful about your safety."

"After leaving the city, take more men with you and return as soon as possible."

Cao Wei Da looked grateful: "Yes, thank you for your consideration, Ono-kun. Since I came to Beiping, I have stayed in the city and rarely leave. It has been quite a while since I went to pay respects to my ancestors."

"When we get back, I'll take the commander to the Beiping Hotel for a good meal."

"Great! Great!" Ono Oda's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. They weren't just eating; they were feeding others!
After eating, you have to spit in someone else's mouth!
He raised his glass and said, "Come, come, this cup of wine is my farewell toast to you, Cao Sang!"

The two clinked glasses, the rice wine warming their stomachs as it went down, and then chatted for a few more minutes.

Seeing that it was about time, he got up to say goodbye: "Ono-kun, I'll go back and make arrangements now, and we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

"Go on your way, be careful on your journey, I'll be waiting for you to come back." Ono Oda waved his hand, his eyes filled with the image of his carefree return.

Cao Weida responded and turned to leave the office.

As I reached the corner of the corridor, my peripheral vision inadvertently swept towards a direction at the end of the corridor, and I sneered inwardly.

(End of this chapter)