allonlinenovel Chapter 812 Su Zhengyang's Request to Kneel in Humiliation
Chapter 812 Su Zhengyang's Request to Kneel in Humiliation
Su Zhengyang's movements seemed calm and unhurried. He took out another cigarette from his pocket. Li Yunlong quickly stepped forward and lit it for him with skillful techniques.
The smoke slowly rose between the two people, blurring each other's faces, but it also seemed to make Su Zhengyang's voice clearer and more powerful.
"First of all," Su Zhengyang's voice sounded particularly cold in the smoke, "As for the issue of Kyushu Island, since it has been recovered by China, from now on, it is our Chinese territory. There is no need to elaborate on this point."
Suzuki Taro's face visibly darkened when he heard this, but he did not interrupt, just trying to maintain his calm on the surface.
"Secondly," Su Zhengyang continued, without any hesitation, "We in China demand that Fuso must pay for everything our expeditionary force has spent on launching this war. The figure must be no less than 2 billion oceans. This is the cost of the war that you should bear, and it is also a respect for the sacrifices and efforts of our soldiers."
Suzuki Taro's pupils shrank suddenly. This number was far beyond his expectations. He felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand steadily. But he still managed not to fall down, trying to find a glimmer of room for maneuver from Su Zhengyang's expression.
However, Su Zhengyang did not give him this opportunity. He immediately made a third request: "In addition, Fusang must pay 1.5 billion oceans in compensation to our country. This is a settlement of the crimes you committed on Chinese soil in the past, and it is also a protection of our national dignity."
Suzuki Taro's breathing became rapid, and he couldn't believe his ears. The sum of these two numbers was already an astronomical figure, enough to plunge the entire Fuso into an irretrievable situation. He subconsciously refuted: "This is absolutely impossible! Even if Fuso sells everything it has, it can't come up with so much money!"
Su Zhengyang's words were like a sharp blade and he interrupted Suzuki Taro again.
"Whether you can come up with it or not is not within my consideration." He said slowly, and every word hit Suzuki Taro's heart like a heavy hammer. "I'm not negotiating with you, this is my bottom line! Your Fuso Iron Lady Corps is world-famous, I have heard of it a long time ago. I heard that many of the women in it have inextricable and subtle relationships with European nobles. Isn't your military expenditure accumulated bit by bit by such means?"
At this point, a playful look flashed in Su Zhengyang's eyes, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama, and Suzuki Taro and others were the clowns in this play.
"If it really doesn't work, why not let your emperor's concubine, or even the empress, join this group? That should arouse the interest of many wealthy people, right?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he was making a suggestion that was both absurd and feasible.
Taro Suzuki's face turned pale in an instant. He clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails almost dug into his palms.
He had never thought that the secrets and shame of his country would be so blatantly exposed on such an occasion. He felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing before his eyes.
Marco and Sekte, who were watching from the sidelines, looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they had heard about some of Fuso's behavior before, they had never thought that it would be mentioned so directly on this occasion.
The entire conference room fell into a dead silence, with only Su Zhengyang's cold voice echoing. His words were like a sharp sword, not only piercing Suzuki Taro's psychological defenses, but also making the entire Fuso lose face.
"Su Zhengyang, don't go too far! Baka! This is a naked humiliation!" Suzuki Taro almost lost his mind at this moment.
Su Zhengyang's movements were as fast as lightning. He suddenly picked up the ashtray in front of him and smashed it into Suzuki Taro's head without mercy. With a dull sound of impact, blood splashed out instantly. Suzuki Taro's body trembled involuntarily and he let out a miserable howl.
At this moment, the entire conference room seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and tension.
"You need to know where this is!" Su Zhengyang's voice was as cold as ice. He narrowed his eyes, revealing a strong murderous intent. "How dare you yell in front of me? Are you tired of living?"
Seeing this, Fujita Teru hurriedly stood up, bowed repeatedly to Su Zhengyang, and said in the most humble tone possible: "Sumi Masain, President Su, please forgive Lord Suzuki for his unreasonableness. I apologize to you on his behalf, and I beg you to continue the negotiation."
His words were full of anxiety and earnestness, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
However, Su Zhengyang turned a deaf ear to Fujita Teru's apology.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then said coldly: "I think you Fuso have no sincerity at all. The so-called peace talks are a joke. You can't even figure out your own position, you are so hopelessly stupid! This negotiation ends here!" His tone was full of disdain and disappointment, as if he had completely lost patience with what Fuso had done.
When Suzuki Taro heard this, he could not help but feel a strong sense of fear and despair. He realized that if the negotiations really broke down, the Fuso Empire would face an unprecedented disaster, and he himself might not be able to leave this place alive.
Driven by a strong desire to survive, he endured the pain and said in an almost pleading voice: "President Su, please give me another chance. I'm sorry, I lost my temper. I will seriously consider your request and try my best to meet your conditions."
"Kneel down and kowtow to me three times, then maybe I will consider giving you a chance." Su Zhengyang said coldly.
Taro Suzuki's heart experienced a violent struggle at this moment. Anger, fear, and helplessness intertwined together, forming an indescribable complex emotion.
He knew very well that as a minister of the Fuso Cabinet, if he knelt down on this occasion, not only would his own face be lost, but the dignity of the entire Fuso would also be trampled upon as never before. However, facing Su Zhengyang's unquestionable attitude and the impending breakdown of the negotiations, he had no choice.
"Okay," Su Zhengyang's voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm, "It seems that my request is indeed a bit unreasonable. Let's end the negotiation here." He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and shook his head, as if he had seen through it all.
Suzuki Taro's body trembled slightly. He looked up at Su Zhengyang's departing figure, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was his last chance. So he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and slowly knelt down.
With a "thump", the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet conference room. Suzuki Taro's body fell heavily to the floor, and the pain from his knees seemed to tear him apart. But he did not make any sound, but just lowered his head silently, his face ashen.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone present was shocked to see this scene. They couldn't believe their eyes. Suzuki Taro, the once high and mighty Fuso Cabinet Minister, actually knelt down on this occasion.
Su Zhengyang stopped and did not look back, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that he had achieved his goal. This small action was not only a personal humiliation to Suzuki Taro, but also a trampling on the dignity of Fuso.