Bernacchi chuckled softly, then looked up at Grantham with a rather intriguing expression. "Governor, do you really think Mr. Lin Xiaohe, who already possesses the qualifications of a top lawyer, would instruct others to make a living..."
"Don't play these tricks on me, Mr. Bernacchi. I don't act on my feelings. Everything I do is based on the perspective of Britain and Hong Kong. No one is above the law," Grantham said to Bernacchi with a hint of arrogance in his calm expression.
Bernacchi snorted softly, "Your pardon is acceptable."
"My pardon won't be wasted on a Chinese person who disrupts Hong Kong's social order." Grantham raised his wrist to check the time, stood up from his seat. "I don't think I have much time to chat with you anymore. I have a lot of things to take care of. Old Bernard, see Mr. Bernacchi out for me."
Bernacchi also stood up from his seat and pressed Grantham, who was turning to walk towards the door, with a question, "Why? Why are you helping Lin Xiaohe's opponent this time? Don't you usually like to support elite Chinese like Lin Xiaohe? Why are you so determined to ruin his reputation this time?"
"It wasn't me, Mr. Bernacchi. Out of respect for your past service with my nephew Milo, fighting the Germany together, I'll tell you. The Hong Kong Police Force are merely cooperating with the United States. Now, the United States consulate suspects that United States are colluding with the Lin Family to illegally supply China with urgently needed, high-risk strategic materials. Yes, it's the United States."
"Impossible, you're lying to me!" Bernacchi said incredulously, "United States? They would expose that their citizens provided supplies to China?"
"That unfortunate United States is of Chinese descent, you should know what that means, right? As far as I know, the current United States Consulate in Hong Kong is a staunch McCarthyism. He needs to deal seriously with this unfortunate Chinese United States and then seize the opportunity to launch a new wave of political infighting at home." Grantham leaned back in his chair, smiling contemptuously at Bernacchi. "So now the Political Department of the Police Force is involved in the whole case based on the request for assistance from the United States Consulate. Your understanding of politics is clearly too naive. I think the Prime Minister in London, and the United States Consul General, wouldn't want to see me waste a pardon on this Mr. Lin and his family."
Bernacchi swallowed hard. "You reached some kind of agreement with the United States consulate?"
"Hong Kong, this small city, has recently been pushed to the brink of collapse by the United States. Now, there's a perfect opportunity for the United States to reflect on their own problems, to let them know that, look, the Britain weren't involved in embargo smuggling in Hong Kong; instead, it was our United States citizens who collaborated with pro-communist elites in Hong Kong, and worse, the Britain discovered it. What will they do then? Riding the wave of McCarthyism, they'll focus their attention on Chinese Americans, preventing such a humiliating scandal from recurring. And that consul also hopes to see this situation unfold, proving the importance of McCarthyism in the United States. If you think that United States American and Mr. Lin are innocent, then the one at fault is the British Empire and police who executed over thirty China spies in the Federation of Malaya. So, you, the Queen's barrister, are you prepared to face the Nationalist Army directly? Or do you now agree with my thinking?"
What are your thoughts?
"The Britain are not wrong; the China person are wrong. And that Mr. Lin shouldn't need a pardon; he'll realize the problem himself." After saying this, Grantham walked out of the conference room, leaving Bernacchi standing there, panting heavily.
His understanding of politics and struggle is far from sufficient.
He previously thought that every time he publicly invited Grantham to participate in debates or give speeches, it was Grantham lacked the courage to accept the challenge, which was why he refused.
Now he realized that Grantham didn't take him seriously at all. Even though he was one of only two King's Counsel in Hong Kong, in Grantham's eyes he was just a nobody who jumped around aimlessly.
Lin Xiaohe a ashen face in an interrogation room he had no idea where he was. The police hadn't restrained him at all; there was even a pack of cigarettes, a box of matches, and a cup of coffee on the interrogation table.
Although he had learned everything he wanted to know from the Political Department police who had interrogated him, he was now completely cut off from the outside world and his activities were limited to this cramped room of less than ten meters.
Upon learning that Lin Xiao qia had been framed for involvement in the smuggling of rubber trees and had been implicated in the case of the United States Tang Boqi, Lin Xiaohe knew that the matter could not be easily resolved. The Lin Family now needed someone of sufficient stature to step forward, take responsibility, and admit to all the charges, including the alleged provision of embargoed materials to Mainland China and the alleged instigation of others to murder union members.
The best person to choose is yourself.
The key rattled outside the door, and the iron gate was opened from the outside. Song Tianyao stood outside, politely nodded to the policeman who opened the door, and then stepped inside. The policeman outside closed the door.
Song Tianyao sat down opposite Lin Xiaohe, looking at him across the Lin Xiaohe table.
"It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Lin." Song Tianyao picked up the cigarette case on the table Lin Xiaohe.
Lin Xiaohe stared at Song Tianyao, reached for a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Song Tianyao also took out a cigarette, lit it for Lin Xiaohe first, then lit it for himself, Lin Xiaohe:
"The statements from the Political Department's agents are more credible than what I told you personally, Mr. Lin. So, you should know the whole story by now?"
"To get the police from the Political Department to help you, you must have some extraordinary connections," Lin Xiaohe said, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Song Tianyao nodded slightly. "They weren't helping me, nor did they take any benefits from me. They were just following orders from their superiors. I happen to have some contact with the Police Department Chief who directly commands them."
"Do you think trapping me now will cause the Lin Family to collapse?" Lin Xiaohe asked, a cigarette between his fingers.
"Today, Wen Ying Commercial Company, in which the He Family holds a 60% stake, has become the second-largest shareholder of Xizhen Properties. That phone call you made to Taiwan really had a lot of influence." Song Tianyao gave Lin Xiaohe a thumbs up. "One phone call almost ruined my entire plan. Politicians are politicians, their actions are extraordinary."