lcionline Chapter 797 Extreme Humiliation and Naked Contempt
Chapter 797 Extreme Humiliation and Naked Contempt
Su Zhengyang stood in the center of the conference room, surrounded by scattered fragments of letters seeking peace, each of which seemed to silently accuse Emperor Rendong of hypocrisy and cunning. His eyes gradually became cold and deep, as if he could penetrate all the hypocritical appearances and get to the essence of the problem.
He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell, as if thousands of thoughts were surging. At this moment, Su Zhengyang deeply understood the true meaning of the four words "despicable and shameless".
He had never seen such cunning negotiation tactics. The humble attitude shown by Emperor Jindong in the letter of peace seemed to be a sign of weakness and compromise, but in fact it was an elaborate trap, attempting to make China relax its vigilance and stop the war against Fuso without paying any substantial price.
"What do you mean by not asking for Kyushu Island anymore? It's such a joke!" Su Zhengyang secretly mocked himself in his heart.
He knew that Kyushu Island was now firmly in the hands of China and had become an integral part of its territory. It would be a pipe dream for Fuso to take it back easily. Emperor Jindong's words were just to cover up his true intentions, trying to use an empty promise to exchange for China's concessions.
The words "surrender and become a vassal state" seemed absurd to Su Zhengyang. He knew that Fusang had been an ambitious nation since ancient times, so how could they easily bow to others? Such a promise was just a temporary measure. Once the time was right, they would come back and try to regain their lost glory and status.
Su Zhengyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had seen through Fusang's wishful thinking. This letter of peace was full of hypocrisy and deception from beginning to end, without any sincerity. It was more like a mirror, reflecting Fusang's cowardice and cunning when facing a powerful opponent.
"Emperor Rendong, oh Emperor Rendong, do you think these little tricks of yours can hide from my eyes?" Su Zhengyang sneered in his heart. He knew that for such an opponent, any mercy and tolerance would be fatal.
Su Zhengyang's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, shooting coldly at Fujita Teru, as if he could penetrate the other party's psychological defenses and look directly into the hypocrisy and helplessness deep in his soul. His words were full of unquestionable determination: "This letter of peace is empty in every word, without any sincerity. China has paid so many lives, broken families, and consumed so many resources for this war. Can all these be easily erased with a sentence of 'no longer asking for Kyushu Island'? It's really ridiculous!"
Fujita Teru's face turned paler under Su Zhengyang's gaze, but he suppressed the humiliation and unwillingness in his heart and maintained the humble attitude that a diplomatic envoy should have.
He bowed slightly, trying to make his voice sound calm and sincere. "President Su is right. We are well aware of the huge sacrifices China has made in this war. But please believe that His Majesty the Emperor sent me here with the sincerity of seeking peace. The content of the peace letter may not fully express our sincerity, but it does not mean that we have no room for further discussion."
At this point, Fujita Teru paused, as if he was considering his next words. He raised his head again, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "If President Su thinks that the request for peace needs to be more specific, then I can tell you that what His Majesty the Emperor did not elaborate on in the letter of peace is the issue of compensation and reparations. We understand the huge investment and losses in China during the war, so we are willing to have an in-depth discussion on the issue of compensation. Of course, this requires both parties to sit down and conduct detailed negotiations face to face."
"As for the sky-high compensation you mentioned," Fujita Teru said with a hint of caution, "we are willing to negotiate within a reasonable range, but the specific amount and method still require further communication and discussion between the high-level officials of the two governments. For this reason, if China is willing to accept the proposal for peace, our Cabinet Minister Taro Suzuki will come in person to conduct detailed negotiations with your government and strive to find a solution acceptable to both parties."
Su Zhengyang smiled slightly when he heard this. He understood that although Fujita Teru's words still sounded diplomatic, they at least revealed some substantive information - Fuso was willing to negotiate on the issue of compensation, which was a bargaining chip that could be further utilized.
He nodded slightly, with a gleam in his eyes: "Okay, since you are willing to talk, then we will talk. But I want to emphasize that the attitude and sincerity of seeking peace should not only be reflected in words, but also in actions. I look forward to the meeting with Minister Suzuki Taro, and I hope that we can see a truly sincere Fuso by then."
"Come here, take him down to rest and treat him well." Su Zhengyang's gaze stayed on Fujita Teru for a moment, and a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Fujita, you must know that our China has always regarded itself as a country of etiquette, and we must treat guests with the hospitality of a host. However, I have heard a little about the current situation in Fuso. I am afraid that you, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, have not had anything good to eat for a long time."
These words, on the surface, were polite and caring, but in fact they were sharp, and everyone present could hear the irony in them. Fujita Teru's face became even uglier, but he still maintained the calmness and restraint of a diplomat, and forced a smile, ready to accept this seemingly "well-intentioned" arrangement.
However, at this moment, Su Zhengyang changed the subject, his tone became a little colder: "But, wait!" He waved his hand gently, his eyes pointed directly at the fragments of the peace letter on the ground, "Mr. Fujita, you brought these garbage, so you should clean them up!"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire conference room froze. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fujita Teru felt unprecedented humiliation and embarrassment. He stared at Su Zhengyang with wide eyes in disbelief.
Finally, Fujita Teru slowly lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and humiliation, then slowly squatted down and began to pick up the scattered pieces of the peace letter one by one. Picking up each piece seemed to trample on his self-esteem and dignity, but he had no choice but to endure it silently.
Li Yunlong stood aside, looking at Fujita Teru's figure, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
He knew very well that Su Zhengyang's intention was not only to humiliate Fujita Teru personally, but also to express dissatisfaction and warning to the attitude of the entire country of Fuso. His face was as pale as paper, and under the gaze of everyone, he followed Li Yunlong out of the meeting room.