Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 312 Yellow mud falls off the crotch
The roar of a car engine came from afar, and two headlights pierced the night as the car came to a steady stop at the alley entrance.

The car door opened, and Cao Weida, dressed in a police chief's uniform, stepped out with his hands in his pockets. He slowly walked up to Song Yusheng, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Director Song, how have you been?"

Upon seeing this, Song Yusheng's face contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and he pointed at Cao Weida, cursing, "Cao Weida! You despicable man! How dare you set a trap for me?!"

"You think you can do anything to me just because you arrested me? The evidence you used to accuse me of colluding with the Military Intelligence Bureau was fabricated by you. Don't try to frame me!"

Cao Wei Da smiled indifferently, ignoring his incompetent rage, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"Forgery? Director Song, you really have a bad memory."

"Your secret letters with the Military Intelligence Bureau, the records of your subordinates passing on intelligence, and the evidence of you having people monitor my movements are all in the hands of Major General Miyamoto Ichiro of the Military Police Headquarters."

"Not only are there physical evidence, but there are also witness testimonies."

"Tell me, if Major General Miyamoto finds out that you've betrayed your own side and colluded with the Military Intelligence Bureau, how will he deal with you?"

Song Yusheng's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

The Japanese have always been ruthless in their crackdown on those who collude with anti-Japanese elements, preferring to kill a thousand innocent people rather than let one guilty person go free!
Miyamoto Ichiro knew he was colluding with the Military Intelligence Bureau, so his fate was predictable!

"No, impossible! Commander Miyamoto will definitely see through everything. These are just tricks you've been playing. Don't even think about fooling Commander Miyamoto!"

"I have always been loyal to the Imperial Army. Commander Miyamoto will definitely investigate thoroughly and prove my innocence."

prove?

clean?

Cao Wei Da couldn't help but laugh. He squatted down, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke into the man's face, sneering:

"All the witnesses and physical evidence are there, and if you want to investigate, you can find even more evidence. It's such an irrefutable fact, so don't have any unrealistic fantasies."

"You wanted to use the Military Intelligence Bureau to kill me, so how does this tit-for-tat approach feel?"

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, the fact that I was tipping you off and reporting my whereabouts was actually something I did on purpose."

Song Yusheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body turned ice-cold, as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave!

He never imagined that everything he did was being watched by the other party, and that all his actions were merely a trap woven for him, waiting for him to fall into it.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He knew he had lost, lost completely, and had no hope of turning the tide.
His legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Cao Weida, kowtowing repeatedly: "Director Cao, I was wrong, please spare my life!"

"I was bewitched, I deserve to die, I'm not human."

Ah.

Cao Wei Da sneered, "Do you know you're wrong now?"
No, you just know you're going to die!

So I'm scared!

"Isn't it too late to say all this now?" Cao Weida shook his head. He was not an indecisive person, and he would never leave himself with future troubles!
He stood up and waved to those around him: "Come on, let's 'invite' our Director Song to the Military Police Headquarters. Major General Miyamoto is waiting to have a good chat with him."

When the cold handcuffs were fastened to his wrists, Song Yusheng collapsed to the ground, his former arrogance completely gone, leaving only endless fear and despair.

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Faced with overwhelming evidence, even if Song Yusheng wanted to defend himself, he would be utterly speechless.

There are eyewitness accounts, physical evidence, and irrefutable proof that leaves him no room for rebuttal!
Song Yusheng's audacity in colluding with the Military Intelligence Bureau to assassinate Cao Weida has already touched a nerve with the Japanese army.

Therefore, after a brief investigation, Miyamoto Ichiro directly ordered: Song Yusheng is a traitor to the enemy and an anti-Japanese element. The evidence is conclusive. He shall be executed by firing squad at noon tomorrow!

The moment he heard the verdict, Song Yusheng's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, his former arrogance completely gone.

"Ono-kun, could you allow me to kill Song Yusheng with my own hands?" Cao Weida said indignantly, "That bastard assassinated me twice. I can't quell my hatred without killing him with my own hands!"

Ono Oda chuckled and said, "Okay, your request is very reasonable."

It's just a small matter, and Ono Oda is happy to do that favor.

"By the way, are you going back to pay respects to your ancestors today?"

"Yes, of course we must! We can't let some despicable people ruin this important ancestral worship ceremony." Cao Weida scratched his head in frustration.
"That's right, my car is basically unusable now."

Ono Oda had also seen that car; it was covered in potholes, which alone showed how dangerous the situation was.

He was worried for Cao Weida: "Luckily, that car was bulletproof, otherwise, you would have been in real danger this time!"

“Who says otherwise!” Cao Weida said, still shaken. “I really have to thank Fujita-kun for this. If he hadn’t sold me the bulletproof car, I would have had to serve the Emperor!”

"Ono-kun, do you guys have any way to fix the car? After this incident, I absolutely adore bulletproof cars!"

Ono Oda nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave this to me. However, the fee may be a bit higher."

“No matter how expensive it is, we have to fix it. Compared to life, it’s worth spending all the money!” “Hahaha~~ That’s true. I’ll get you a car later. By the way, you have to come back early. Tomorrow, the higher-ups have decided to parade Song Yusheng through the streets to intimidate the rebels in the city, and then take him to the shooting range outside the city to be executed. I think you’ll be very interested in this show.”

"Interested? Of course I'm interested!" Cao Weida said with a grin. Damn it, even in death he's given the honorary title of anti-Japanese patriot. What a bargain for that bastard!

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In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly, and a cloud of dust rose from the dirt road in Caojia Village.

Finally, the black sedan stopped under the old locust tree at the entrance of Caojia Village.

Everyone in the village stared at the car, or rather, at the Rising Sun flag flying on it, with a puzzled expression.

Who doesn't know what this flag represents now?
Because they knew this, they were uneasy, wondering why they had come to their Caojia Village, and they were filled with vigilance.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Xiao Erduo immediately ran out and came to Cao Weida's side to help him open the car door.

The next moment, Cao Weida, dressed in the uniform of a police chief, got out of the car.

"This is...Weida?!"

An old man, dressed in clothes patched upon patched, as if pieced together from patches, shuffled over with a cane, his tone hesitant.

"It's me, sir," Cao Weida greeted with a smile.

This is an elder from Caojia Village, and also Cao Weida's great-uncle.

The old man's gaze swept over Cao Weida, and when it landed on his police uniform, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his tone was somewhat distant: "You've made something of yourself, becoming a high-ranking official."

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young are traditional virtues, so Cao Wei Da naturally wouldn't be dissatisfied with the other party's attitude.

On the contrary, he felt mostly happy.

What does this mean?
This shows that in the hearts of the vast majority of Chinese people, they have never yielded to the Japanese devils!

He stepped forward, grinned, and said, "Uncle, it's me. I've been out and about these past few days and haven't been back to pay my respects. Please don't mind."

"Of course not, you're an official, we're just ordinary people, how could we dare to hold it against you?" The old man snorted and turned to look at the car.

"You came back in this metal lump? The jobs the Japanese give you are really something else, huh?"

The sarcasm in his words was almost overflowing, but Cao Wei Da wasn't stupid; he could naturally tell the difference between good and bad.

Upon seeing that it was Cao Wei Da, the villagers became somewhat bolder. After all, they had watched him grow up since childhood, so they naturally felt less fear towards him.

Not far away, several middle-aged women stood holding children, their whispers drifting over.

An older woman noticed Cao Weida looking over and raised her voice: "What a fine kid he was back then, how did he end up with the Japanese? There's no such custom in our village."

Aunt Li, who was standing next to him, tugged at her arm but couldn't help adding, "Wei Da, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but how can you live with yourself helping outsiders bully your own people?"

Cao Weida smiled wryly and explained, "Auntie, I work for the police station, but I've never done anything immoral. I'm just trying to make a living."

"You haven't done anything immoral? Then how did you get your position?" A young man carrying a hoe returned from the fields and sneered as he passed by. "The Japanese occupied our land, and you worked for them, and you still say you haven't done anything immoral?"

"If you didn't do it, why would they promote you? Don't think I don't know the ways of the world. Who do you think you can fool with that?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers fell silent, their eyes clearly conveying their agreement.

"No." Little Ears was a little angry and was about to step forward to argue, but Cao Weida stopped him and shook his head.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, and no matter how much you explain, the villagers will not believe you.

It's like mud falling into your crotch; you say it's not poop, but who would believe you?
Explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth.
Zheng Chaoyang looked at Cao Weida with sympathy. Cao Weida had been enduring humiliation and working undercover in the police station, doing a lot of practical things for the people.

Not only that, he also helped the Red Party raise supplies and killed so many traitors and Japanese soldiers, yet he was misunderstood by others. As an underground party member who had infiltrated the police station, he was all too aware of the grievances and helplessness involved, and he truly empathized with him.

At this moment, the Third Uncle stepped out from the crowd. He was an elder in the village, and he was the one who presided over the funeral arrangements after the original owner's parents passed away.

The third uncle looked at Cao Weida and sighed, saying, "Weida, if your parents were still alive, they certainly wouldn't want you to go down this path."

No, no, no, if the original owner's parents knew what Cao Weida was doing now, they would be overjoyed!

This is a matter of honoring the ancestors!

But he couldn't say it out loud; he could only respond with a forced smile.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the third uncle sighed: "Alright, you've grown up and know what you should and shouldn't say. What did you come back for today? You didn't come to show off to the villagers how successful you are, did you?"

(End of this chapter)