lcionline Chapter 308: The Treaty is Officially Signed A Telegram from Fuso
Chapter 308: The Treaty is Officially Signed A Telegram from Fuso
After pacifying Miura Uchie, Asano pulled out a chair and sat down next to Miura Uchie in a graceful manner, then went straight to the point and said, "Member Su, our first installment of the compensation has been successfully delivered to you. Next, should we talk about the contents of the treaty? According to the conditions we have agreed on, Fuso will pay the remaining 900 million in batches over five years, and Shunfeng Port will be returned to the Northern Frontier government in three months. So, should Member Su also arrange for the withdrawal of troops?"
Su Zhengyang picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of hot tea. He looked deeply at Asano Wenliang and said, "No hurry. Let's wait until my people count the amount of compensation before we proceed to the next negotiation. But I am very curious. As the head of the Kwantung Army's intelligence agency, Mr. Asano doesn't seem to be afraid that I will turn hostile and leave you here forever?"
Asano Wenliang looked calm, his body leaning relaxedly on the chair, his right hand resting on the table, between his palms was a piece of ocean flying up and down, glittering with silver light.
"Councilman Su wants benefits. My life is not worth much. I can't think of any reason why Councilman Su would force me to stay here and cause the negotiations to break down."
In fact, Asano Atsuyoshi was not as righteous as he said. Before coming, he had already analyzed all the pros and cons. Even if Su Zhengyang's so-called negotiation was just an excuse to blackmail Fuso, at least Su Zhengyang would not easily target him before the 200,000 or 300,000 Northeastern people were out of Fuso's control.
As for Fujiwara Yoshi, in Asano Onryo's opinion, he was a complete idiot. Since he was already at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation with the Northern Expedition Corps, he should have lowered his posture in the negotiations. He was still shouting in front of Su Zhengyang without knowing the consequences, which was just walking into his own trap.
Moreover, Fujiwara Yoshi was directly related to the death of Su Zhengyang's father. Given Su Zhengyang's character, it would be strange if he didn't kill him on the spot to avenge his father.
Next, both sides tacitly agreed not to communicate further. At this time, outside the town office, hundreds of soldiers from the Dragon God Special Forces were busy moving boxes of dollars from the trucks into the warehouse in the side yard. Inside the warehouse, the lights were on, and more than 60 accountants who were temporarily mobilized by Jiang Yanlin from Linzhou were holding abacus in their hands, constantly calculating the total amount of dollars and gold.
It was not until six or seven hours later, at about four in the morning, that Qiao Weimin hurried into the conference room and whispered to Su Zhengyang, "Governor, there is no problem with the amount of compensation. A total of 400 million dollars in cash, plus bank drafts worth about 100 million dollars, and gold worth 100 million dollars, have all been counted. General Gao is instructing the soldiers to pack them and load them onto trucks to be sent back to Fengtian City overnight."
Su Zhengyang nodded, and sat opposite him in the same position, even treating this place as his own home. He asked Su Zhengyang for a bowl of noodles. After eating and drinking, Asano Wenliang, who had fallen asleep on the spot, suddenly opened his eyes and said to Su Zhengyang: "Member Su, the amount is not a problem, right? We in Fuso are sincere in this negotiation and will never do anything about the compensation."
Su Zhengyang waved to Qiao Weimin behind him. Qiao Weimin took out a stack of already drafted treaties from his briefcase and placed them in front of Asano Wenliang.
Asano Onryo picked up the treaty and read the clauses carefully from beginning to end. After confirming that there were no problems, he whispered a few words in Miura Uchie's ear. After receiving the other party's affirmative attitude, he spoke again: "The treaty drafted by Councillor Su is very fair and there is no problem. Next, our Lord Miura will sign the treaty on behalf of the Fuso Empire. After the two parties formally sign the treaty, if either party violates the agreement, they will have to pay a penalty of 2 billion oceans."
Su Zhengyang yawned out of boredom at this time. After Sanpu Neijiang signed the contract with great fanfare, he signed his name on the contract and stamped it with the seal of the Northern Frontier Central Government.
For Su Zhengyang, negotiations and signing of treaties were nothing more than means to paralyze the other side. The only significance was that after the contents of the treaty were transmitted back to Beilong City, it would be another piece of news that made the Chinese people extremely excited. After all, for so many years, China had never had the experience of signing such a treaty as a victor, and the Northern Frontier government had broken an unprecedented precedent.
"Since you Fuso have kept your promise and have not played any tricks, in return for the favor, in order to show our sincerity, our Northern Expedition Army will officially withdraw its troops to Linzhou from today, and return the captured Hecheng and other major cities to the Fuso Kwantung Army."
Asano Wenliang looked at Su Zhengyang with a little surprise. His intuition told him that Su Zhengyang might not give up the idea of taking back the lost land in Northeast China so easily. But at this moment, Su Zhengyang's eyes were as clear as water, and there was no trace of his true thoughts from the outside. Asano Wenliang could not guess what Su Zhengyang's specific plan would be next.
"Then can I leave with Master Miura?"
"Of course, please do it!"
After looking at Su Zhengyang deeply, Asano Wenliang exchanged a few words of greeting, then took Miura Uchie, who was still in an extremely confused state, to the outside of the town office, got on an empty transport truck, and drove out of Kitahara Town.
Li Yunlong looked at Asano Wenliang's departing back and whispered to Su Zhengyang, "Commander, if we hadn't captured these two little devils, we would have swallowed up their support troops outside."
Su Zhengyang waved his hand and said, "Miura Uchie is not worth mentioning, but Asano Wenliang is not simple, he has the style of a great general. In the past six months, under his leadership, the Kwantung Army intelligence agency destroyed many of our intelligence bases in the Northeast. Forget it, it's not worth it to ruin things for the two of them. Let them live a few more days."
Jiang Yanlin stood up, stretched himself, and said to Su Zhengyang, "I've already got the benefits I deserved. Zhengyang, let's see how you perform this drama. Alas, I'm really old and can't stay up late. When I was fighting in the past, it wasn't a problem to fight for two days and two nights in a row. Time is unforgiving."
"Uncle Jiang, you and General Gao should go back and have a good rest. I will take care of the rest. I must not only save the lives of these 200,000 or 300,000 people, but also make the Kwantung Army pay an unprecedented painful price."
Not long after Jiang Yanlin left, Qiao Weimin, who had left Su Zhengyang at some point, appeared in the conference room again with a pair of panda eyes.
"Governor, Director Yan is here!"
"Oh? Bring him to me right now."
A moment later, Yan Shuangying, who had never changed in his life and was wearing a black windbreaker, walked into the conference room and said straight to the point, "Governor, this is a telegram from the Secret Operations Department of the Northwest Intelligence Bureau in Kyoto, Fuso. Please take a look at it."