Zhao Manxiong asked: "Is there any new report on the situation of Shi Weng Group?"
"There are some." Wu Mu said, "I will report to you alone later."
"Thank you." Zhao Manxiong said, "Please continue."
The man asked again: "If there is a armed gang, the nature has changed. We should eliminate the threat as soon as possible. If there is no evidence, we can send people to sneak into Liang's house to conduct a black bag operation. This can save the time of collecting evidence and quickly arrest Liang Cunhou. Directly break the situation through key figures, and then use subsequent evidence to support their crimes.”
Just as Wu Mu was about to speak, Zhao Manxiong took over the conversation and said, "Do you mean to frame me?"
The participant opened his mouth but said nothing.
Zhao Manxiong nodded and said: "Everyone has their own opinions, and I think it's a good thing to put them forward. This is how we should do things, speak freely, and let's discuss whether it succeeds or not. But here, I don't agree..." He glanced at Wu Mu, Wu Mu Mang said:
"This is the head of the second class of the Guangzhou branch."
Hearing this, the head of the second class immediately stood up.
Zhao Manxiong motioned him to sit down and said, "I don't agree with this approach. Here I want to say a few more words about why I don't agree."
As he spoke, he looked at the naturalized commanders present. They were all young, generally less than thirty years old. Most of them wore the epaulettes of first- and second-level commanders, and one or two had already worn the epaulets of regional commanders. The rank of deputy commander. Most of these people have joined the Political Security Bureau since its establishment, and some have recently graduated from school and joined the bureau. He can be regarded as an elite general in the political and security system of the Senate.
It was for this reason that he felt the need to say more.
"Our Political Security Bureau is a violent agency. Because of the special nature of our work, the Senate has granted us a lot of power. But we are also a law enforcement agency with strict discipline and must abide by the law. We know someone is dangerous, and we can He conducts secret control to reduce risks, which may consume a lot of material and manpower and delay a lot of time, but because of this, do we have to break the rules we have established? Remember, our mission is to ensure internal security and uphold the law. Majesty, and this means that we have to face our own people. If we have to rely on frame-up to obtain the legitimacy of law enforcement, then what is the difference between us and Dongchang and Jinyiwei? What is the basis of our law enforcement? Let alone Dongchang When He Jinyiwei arrested criminals, he had to get a driving notice from the Ministry of Punishment before he could take action. This rule was not completely broken until the Wei Zhongxian era. I believe everyone has seen what happened to the Ming Dynasty who wantonly violated the rules."
He softened his tone as he spoke: "Shortcuts are always easy. Once you get used to simple methods, they often become routine. If we rely on this method to detect cases in the early days, what will happen five years later? Ten years later What about after the official founding of the People's Republic of China? What kind of organization will we degenerate into? A devil that uses all possible means to spy on secrets and create false cases that make people laugh? I don't know what the Political Security Bureau will be in fifty years What will it become, but in the hands of Director Wu and I, I hope it can retain the bottom line. All kinds of black bag operations such as theft, kidnapping, assassination, and seduction must be used with caution. They cannot be implemented without my approval. I want to see this case in the training materials of the Political Security Bureau ten years later, instead of lying in a black file in an unknown data room and never see the light of day." After saying that, he waved his hand to Wu Mu, Indicated to continue.
Wu Mu continued: "Through the above behaviors, we can see that they have been engaged in secret activities to subvert the Senate's regime, but they themselves do not have such impactful destructive power, so they can only collude with external forces. According to the report from the Foreign Intelligence Service, the Ming Dynasty is preparing for a major military operation against Guangdong. Once the offensive is launched, it will be an opportunity for these anti-Song forces to break out. On the one hand, they are making excuses with us, and on the other hand, they are preparing behind the scenes. When the war breaks out, these anti-Song forces will People will support the usurping army, guide them, provide intelligence, launch various attacks in cities and countryside, carry out sabotage activities, organize rebel riots, and create a rear area full of war for us. I have to say, this Liang Cunhou did a good job. He almost reached the limit of his personal abilities. But even if he accomplished everything he wanted to do, it would not have an impact on our overall situation, but it might cause us a lot of trouble and losses. . But unfortunately, he was exposed too early, and his layout is obviously far from complete. This allows us to eliminate hidden dangers before they happen, but he is doomed." After saying that, Wu Mu held his hand He threw the chalk into the paper basket next to him with a snap, then patted the chalk dust on his hand, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Zhao Manxiong silently looked at the document in his hand. There were as many as seventeen gentry involved in the Liang case, many of them from multi-generational families. It is conceivable that once the curtain is revealed, it will bring no less shock to Guangzhou. An eight-magnitude earthquake far exceeded the witchcraft murder case.
He let out a breath and moved his gaze to the header of the document, where a line of large characters was printed: "Operation Codename: Harvest."
"Harvest" is such a beautiful word, golden rice fields, dark-skinned farmers stroking the plump ears of rice and smiling...
But the words that appear on the bureau's documents, no matter how beautiful they are, will only leave people with a cruel feeling. I don’t know how many people have lost their lives and how many people’s lives have changed with the conclusion of this case.
Zhao Manxiong looked at the sky in the distance. There were dark clouds and it was going to rain again in Guangzhou.
The sky in the evening was gloomy and gloomy, and the gathering dark clouds sprinkled fine raindrops on the world, covering the empty Liang Mansion with a layer of desolation and desolation.
Liang Cunhou sat alone in the Qiyu Pavilion. There were four dishes of side dishes in the middle of the round stone table in front of him, a white glazed ewer, a wine glass in front of him, an upside-down tray on the side, and a Sichuan fan placed beside the table. . He slowly raised the pot, and the wine poured into the cup in front of him like a stream. Liang Cunhou picked up the wine cup, gently rubbed and rotated it on his fingertips, and then drank it in one gulp, but there was no sweet taste in his mouth. Just full of bitterness.
Liang Yuanfu's deep voice came from behind: "Uncle. The old man, old lady, and madam in the country sent a message saying that they have settled in the country, that their family members are all safe, everything is going well, and there is no inconvenience. The local Australians There is no Luosi. He also said that please take care of yourself, think broadly about everything, and there is always a way to resolve everything. Even if you can't live in the city, the family can live in the countryside, farming and studying, and worshiping their ancestors and grandchildren. I can live with it. No more orders from others." After a pause, he added hesitantly: "Miss Yue Wan has been here for a long time and said she wanted to kowtow to the uncle. Do you want to see the uncle? It's just that she is an outsider and is not a member of the family. You are not allowed to come to the door, for fear of violating the rules of the house..."
Liang Cunhou shook his head slightly and said: "Come in, what are the rules? There are no rules anymore. The etiquette in this place is broken, let alone the family."
"yes."
Just as Liang Yuanfu was about to push him out, Liang Cunhou suddenly asked: "Is your mother's cold and fever condition better?"
Liang Yuanfu was stunned and said quickly: "I got the Australian medicine from Yu Laosan last time, and it has already taken effect."
"When my second uncle had this disease, he got a special medicine from the Australians, which finally solved the problem. Speaking of which, the Australians are not without their merits."
Liang Yuanfu was sweating slightly on his back, he bowed and responded: "Yes."
Liang Cunhou didn't say any more and said, "Go ahead."
Looking at the retreating figure of the steward, he gently raised his fingers. A middle-aged maid appeared from behind the curtain.
"From now on, Liang Yuanfu is not allowed to enter this hospital again."
After a while, Yue Wansu held a paper umbrella, covered with rain, and came slowly with the maid who led the way, like a lady stepping out of the painting, with lightly swept eyebrows, elegant makeup, beautiful dresses, and graceful figure. The figure moves lightly with lotus steps and walks into the long corridor, like a spring willow supporting the wind, swaying in the wind and rain.
Walking outside Qiyu Pavilion, I saw Liang Cunhou sitting quietly in the pavilion, his back looking lonely and lonely. Yue Wan walked into the pavilion silently and blessed behind him. After standing for a moment, he stretched out his hand, caressed Liang Cunhou's shoulder, and said softly: "Master, Wan'er is here." He looked behind him and said: "Master, your bun is loose. Are you on duty, maids?" Carefully! I braided it again for the young master." After saying that, he took off Liang Cunhou's scarf, loosened his bun, took out the wooden comb, and gently combed Liang Cunhou's long black hair, murmuring in his mouth: "A comb will last a hundred years. Together; the second comb brings a family full of children; the third comb grows old together; the fourth comb always ties the same heart. This is how my grandma combed my mother’s hair when she got married, but now no one combs my hair.”
Liang Cunhou did not look back, but gently held Yue Wan's right hand holding the comb with his hand and stroked it gently. The two of them just leaned on each other silently, feeling the silent tenderness.
After a while, Liang Cunhou slowly said: "Let's go, everyone is gone, it's good to go, let's go clean."
After a pause, he said to himself again: "But, can you leave?"
Liang Cunhou squeezed Yue Wan's hand and said, "Wan'er, aren't you leaving?"
Yue Wan chuckled lightly and said: "If I want to leave, why should I come? I am the vines that wrap around the trees and the water that surrounds the mountains. Ever since I met the young master, my destination has been with him throughout my life. This is where the young master is. My destination, after they left, I will accompany you on this journey."
Liang Cunhou couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't you persuade me?"
Yue Wan said: "What are you trying to persuade? Young Master has already made up his mind. Wise people don't speak, and knowledgeable people don't speak. There is no need to persuade, and you can't persuade."
Liang Cunhou raised his head and laughed and said: "Okay, those who know me, Wan'er, that's what I said. Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need to act like a childish woman. We should use the faint green blood to reflect our loyalty, and we can only be generous in serving justice."
(End of chapter)
