sjar Chapter 1228 The Angry Consul
Chapter 1228 The Angry Consul
Concession Municipal Council
Looking at his empty office, Consul Morrison was so angry he cursed the thieves' ancestors for eight generations. As the consul of a country during this period, he was well aware of how dangerous Huangpu was, so he strongly agreed with and even pushed for the evacuation of a large amount of wealth.
Now things have really gotten messed up. Everything, including some of the decorative items in his office, has been packed up and shipped over. He was hoping to get these things back to China so his family could retrieve them and store them in the family castle—a way to put his money's worth in the bag. This was all he'd amassed over the years as consul, but now the reports say the warehouses are empty, including his own hundred or so boxes.
This guy wanted nothing more than to kick all those port guards into the sea. What are you two guarding with your eyes wide open? All my wealth from all these years is gone, and you bastards have to take responsibility.
If the money had been deposited in a bank, the bank would compensate the depositors in this situation. Major banks have already issued statements saying they will compensate depositors according to the receipts. However, Governor Morrison is different. He's afraid that depositing money in a bank will reveal his savings, and his political enemies at home might use it against him. Would he have any chance of survival then?
So, leveraging his good relationship with the Marines, he packed all his belongings into crates, marked them specifically, and assigned several people to escort them throughout the journey. He thought he could get them back to China undetected; once they were inside his family's castle, there wouldn't be any problems. But unexpectedly, at the last moment, everything was gone. And without bank deposit slips, they wouldn't possibly compensate him for what he lost along with the goods.
Moreover, this sum of yours is by no means a small amount, amounting to tens of millions of dollars. Who has the time to lose this for you? If you want to recover your losses now, the only way is to find the thief, dig out your treasure, and maybe you can even make a fortune from it.
"Come in."
Hearing a knock at the door, the guy buttoned up his shirt; he'd almost smashed his desk to pieces in his earlier rage. But there weren't many valuables left in the office anyway.
In the past, if I were to smash things up in my office, it would only take ten minutes or so, but I could potentially lose tens of thousands of dollars. Now, everything in here is a fake, bought outside for a few dozen dollars.
The man who entered was Major Lawrence from the concession police station. He was ordered to investigate this matter, and two or three days had passed; it was time for a result.
"Don't give me any more nonsense. I just want to know what's going on at the port."
When Major Lawrence gave his report before, he always rambled on and on, never getting to the point. Actually, you can't blame them. The scene was as clean as a blank sheet of paper. Even if they examined it inch by inch with a magnifying glass, they would never find any evidence in the end.
Furthermore, according to some people, transporting everything inside would require hundreds of trucks running non-stop for several days. Without these items, how could they possibly be moved by manpower alone? They even considered digging tunnels, but they've already dug deep enough; where are these imagined tunnels?
"Your Excellency, we have completed the survey of the surrounding area. These are all the results of our survey. In addition to some detectives from the police station, we have also invited some well-known investigators from the community to conduct the investigation. All the investigation work is currently proceeding in an orderly manner, and we believe that we will have a perfect answer in the near future."
Major Lawrence's report was decent, but to Consul Morris, it was utterly useless. "You're treating me like a fool," he thought. "Coming here every day to spout fancy words, but offering nothing of substance—what's the point?"
"Major, I don't think you're fit to stay in your current position any longer. You've produced this report in just a few days. If I were to allow you to remain here, it would be a sign of my incompetence."
Consul Morris said angrily, "You're always trying to fool me. If you have the time to fool me, go out and do a proper investigation. We need to have a direction for the investigation. We can't just throw so much money away."
Moreover, Consul Morris was under immense pressure. There were many powerful merchants in the concession, whose influence back home was formidable. A large amount of their valuables were stored in warehouses, and now they were all gone. An explanation was owed to them.
"Thank you very much, Your Excellency. This is my resignation letter."
Major Lawrence, far from feeling uncomfortable, actually felt that the consul had saved his life. He quickly pulled a resignation letter from his pocket. He had carried the letter with him the day it was discarded at the port, but had never had a chance to take it out. Now that the consul was finally hinting at it, why not seize the opportunity?
Looking at the resignation letter in front of him, Consul Maurice almost fainted. "I just wanted to scare you a little, but I didn't expect you, you bastard, to actually try to get away with it."
Thinking about it, it's actually quite normal. The things in there are definitely gone forever. If we continue in these positions, we'll all have to pay the price in the near future. So, it's best to resign now. Even if we don't go back to China, we can find a place in some domestic colony and make a decent living.
Major Lawrence, observing very carefully, saw that Consul Morris still had something to say, so he quickly packed his things and made a hasty retreat. If he stayed here, he would have to bear the same responsibility as you, a responsibility that none of us could afford.
Consul Morris sat motionless in his seat, while outside, many people were running around, all because of the port theft case. There was no progress, but no one dared to stop, because stopping meant being scolded and beaten.