"I've already seen the factory, so there's no problem going back to Kuching to discuss business."
"Xiao An, prepare one set of the New Fuzhou specialties for each of these customers, according to their numbers." Zheng Zhizhong sighed dejectedly and turned to instruct his subordinates.
The messenger agreed and turned to go out to make the arrangements.
Zheng Zhizhong said to Su Wenting and the others, "New Fuzhou doesn't have many specialties here, just dried fruits like sago, acorns, and dried coconut, and bird's nest. We can barely take some back to our friends in Hong Kong as a small apology for not being able to fully enjoy our visit. These specialties aren't worth much, but you can rarely find authentic New Fuzhou dried fruits in Kuching. Please don't think we're being stingy."
"How could that be? Even bird's nest is so cheap? Mr. Zheng must be very wealthy." Su Wenting said with a smile when he heard Zheng Zhizhong apologize for preparing local specialties for them.
This group arrived quickly and left just as fast, giving the factory a cursory tour. Now they were being rushed back to Kuching to rest because Zheng Zhizhong needed to have his men move and hide the factory equipment to prevent it from being discovered by the military and police.
Although these Big Brothers at Wo On Lok had some complaints, Zheng Zhizhong said that he would pay for all their food, drinks, and entertainment once they arrived in Kuching, so they didn't express any dissatisfaction.
Moreover, everyone received a local specialty when they left the rubber plantation. The members of Wo On Lok opened each one and carefully checked it. Inside were large and small bags of dried fruit, dried coconut meat, bird's nest, and other similar items, with nothing unusual.
Upon returning to New Fuzhou and preparing to take the train back to Kuching, the group discovered several Nationalist Army at the train station checking passengers' belongings and tickets one by one. After the checks, passengers had to register and sign, which seemed much stricter than when they took the train from Kuching to New Fuzhou.
"It's all the Opium Prohibition Association's doing, damn it, they're afraid I'll use the train to transport goods." Zheng Zhizhong saw the Britain from afar and said to Su Wenting and the others, "It's alright, it's just a check of personal belongings and tickets, a registration. As long as you don't have opium or anything like that, the military and police won't bother with anything else. I've booked an entire carriage. After registration, you can board directly. Just follow me, and do as I say."
After saying that, Zheng Zhizhong took the lead and walked towards the Foreign Devil, handing over his briefcase and train ticket. The Foreign Devil checked them and returned them to Zheng Zhizhong, Zheng Zhizhong then went to the registration desk next to him, signed his name, and was then allowed into the station.
Su Wenting and his group followed Zheng Zhizhong's example and lined up to register. They didn't carry many items, except for the local specialties they had. They handed the specialties to the Foreign Devil, Foreign Devil carefully checked each item before letting them register in turn. Then they were allowed into the station, and they weren't even discovered to be carrying guns.
As expected, Zheng Zhizhong booked an entire carriage. After Wo On Lok's people entered the carriage, Zheng Zhizhong began arranging for the dining car to deliver food and drinks. Just as the train was about to depart, he stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet to relieve myself."
As he spoke, he got up and went into the toilet at the end of the carriage, locking the door from the inside.
After entering the restroom, Zheng Zhizhong didn't unbuckle his belt to relieve himself. Instead, he raised his wrist, stared at the time on it, and softly counted down. "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven..."
As he counted to one, dozens of fully armed Nationalist Army suddenly rushed into the front and rear of the vehicle, carrying submachine guns. They pointed their guns at the passengers Wo On Lok inside the carriage as if facing a formidable enemy. Clearly, these military police had been lying in wait in the front and rear carriages for some time!
"Sit still! Hands behind your heads! Hurry up!" A Britain who looked like an officer shouted at Su Wenting and the others in somewhat broken China, "Hurry up!"
Before Wo On Lok and the others could react, two overreacting Red Pole reached for their weapons at their waists, but their hands barely touched their clothes before "bang! bang!"
Gunshots have already been fired.
The two men Wo On Lok Red Pole were accurately hit in the head, and the bullets even went through their skulls and into the shoulder of one of their unfortunate companions.
Su Wenting was so frightened by the gunshot that he almost had a heart attack. He hurriedly put his hands behind his head and didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear that a bullet would hit his head.
The military police then searched the more than twenty people in the carriage and found weapons such as daggers and pistols. After confirming that these people posed no threat at gunpoint, they confiscated all the local specialties. The officer held a handful of acorns, examined them for a while, and then continued:
"According to Sarawak State law, if there is sufficient evidence, there is no need for trial. Take these China spies away from the station and to the nearest execution ground to carry out their executions directly."
Death penalty!
Upon hearing those two words, the group from Wo On Lok looked up at the officer. Su Wenting, his voice trembling, said, "Sir, even if we were illegally possessing firearms, it's not a capital offense... We're not spies, we're tourists from Hong Kong. We can pay a fine, any amount is fine..."
"In Sarawak and even throughout Malaysia, possessing firearms and opium is not a problem. However, there's one thing that Chinese people have been prohibited from carrying freely for the past two years. If anyone is found carrying this item on public transport, especially foreigners carrying it and intending to leave Malaysia, they will be shot without exception. Congratulations, everyone, you're in luck." Zheng Zhizhong emerged from the toilet, wiping his fingers with a handkerchief, a bright smile on his face, and said to the people in the carriage, "That thing is called high-quality rubber seed. It's a high-quality rubber seed that Mainland China desperately needs. It's listed as the first subcategory of the first major category in the United Nations -issued Embargo Order against Mainland China, and it's one of the four high-risk strategic materials strictly prohibited from being smuggled. If Malaysia carry more than one kilogram, you can be executed on the spot without trial."
"Sir, they bought thirty-seven kilograms of high-quality rubber seeds from my rubber plantation. After purchasing them, they mixed the seeds with acorns and other dried fruits, intending to transport these seeds through Hong Kong back to Mainland China."
"Don't look at me like that. It was my vigilance that led Malaysia China buy rubber seeds and smuggle them back to China. I discovered this and promptly notified Captain Willie." Zheng Zhizhong waved goodbye to Su Wenting and the others, then turned and squeezed out of the carriage. "I'm Malaysia, of course I must abide by Malaysia law."