Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Chapter 275 Decapitation meal

The supervisor couldn't help but yell at Puyi as he watched him procrastinate.

"981, you have been here for more than four years, have they all been in vain?

Forgot the rules?

Obeying the organization's arrangements is your first priority.

It seems that your ideological class was in vain, leave quickly, or I will put you in solitary confinement..."

Puyi looked at the ferocious supervisor and couldn't help but become more certain of his guess.

In the past, all the supervisors here were very friendly to me and had never been so angry.

The supervisor couldn't wait any longer and grabbed Puyi's arm and pulled him out.

Damn, a big shot has come from Sijiu City. I heard he’s a vice-ministerial level leader.

The big boss wants to see Puyi, but Puyi dares to put on airs. Does he really think he is still the Qing emperor?

The supervisor pulled and pushed Puyi as he walked out.

Puyi looked at everyone in the labor camp with a miserable face.

Originally in the puppet state of Manchukuo, the regent ministers, imperial guards and so on all lowered their heads, pretending not to see Puyi.

Puyi gritted his teeth, and walked out slowly with trembling legs.

In order to maintain the last dignity of the royal family, Puyi pinched the flesh on his thigh tightly with his right hand.

Let the pain numb yourself and avoid crying and embarrassing yourself.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and Puyi's tears, like broken strings, rolled together with his snot and flowed into the corners of his mouth.

Although the supervisor wanted to let the leader meet the emperor as soon as possible, Puyi looked so terrible.

God knows whether the senior leaders would misunderstand and think that Puyi was abused in the POW camp.

So I gave a kind advice:

"981, are you crying? Are you crying?

What bad luck!

I'm not asking you to eat the meal of being beheaded. If you were going to be beheaded, I would have beheaded you long ago. Why am I still keeping you alive?

The big leader from the city of Sijiu wants to see you by name.

This is a good thing. Speak more cleverly later.

If you can please the leader, he might release you if he is happy. It is not impossible."

Puyi was skeptical, stopped crying a little, and said with a sob:

“Discipline!

real?

Are they really not going to arrest me, put me on trial and execute me?"

"Really? Let's go! Don't keep the boss waiting!"

After the supervision was finished, the pace quickened.

Puyi sighed!

The feeling of being at the mercy of others is really terrible.

For fear of neglecting his leader, Puyi hurriedly followed.

In the canteen of the Fushun war criminal camp, in a small kitchen.

The square table in the middle was filled with sumptuous food.

There are six dishes in total, three meat and three vegetarian.

Braised pork, stir-fried beef, mutton soup, smashed cucumber, stir-fried shredded vegetables, and fried tofu.

If you really count, tofu can be considered a meat dish, so that makes four main dishes.

As for the smashed cucumber and stir-fried shredded vegetables, they are even more complicated.

The Lantern Festival has just passed and the ice and snow have not yet had time to melt.

Fresh green fruits and vegetables are much rarer than meat and vegetables in the northern world.

He Daqing crossed his legs, smoked, drank tea, and chatted in a low voice with several police officers from time to time.

The few police officers who came with him were also specially requested by He Daqing to come and support the occasion.

Otherwise, He Daqing would have come to the Fushun prisoner-of-war camp alone.

Then, if he said he was a minister, who would take He Daqing seriously?

He Daqing was lucky that he was not beaten out as a madman.

The supervisor knocked on the door of the cafeteria's private room and opened it respectfully after receiving a response.

Looking at the table full of food, the supervisor swallowed his saliva, then bowed slightly and said to He Daqing:

"Leader, Puyi is here!"

He Daqing nodded and threw a pack of cigarettes over.

"Well, bring him in!

I have something to ask Puyi, you go out first.

Oh, take this pack of cigarettes and smoke it..."

Puyi was pushed into a small private room by the guard. He turned around and saw the door behind him was closed.

In an instant, panic took over Puyi's entire heart.

The table is full of food, so sumptuous, it must be a meal that will be used to kill people.

In addition, there were a few police officers looking at him with a half-smile on their faces.

Especially the fat man, who exuded an alarming murderous aura, like an executioner who had been executing people and chopping off their heads all year round.

For this reason, Puyi became more certain of what he thought in his heart.

He Daqing looked at Puyi, who was a little thin and had a miserable look, with great interest.

Tsk tsk, the old emperor is just like a skinny farmer.

It seems that the old emperor has suffered a lot. Not only is he tanned, but there are also traces of crying on his face.

He Daqing pointed to an empty seat and motioned Puyi to sit down.

"Sit down and have a good meal.

I have something to ask you later."

Although he knew that this day would come, Puyi couldn't stop trembling when he saw the execution meal in front of him.

Puyi pointed at the table with trembling lips and trembling fingers, and said in a trembling crying voice:

"Wine, where's the wine?

You can't break the rules, there must be wine for the first meal."

He Daqing grinned.

It seemed that the old emperor thought I was here to take his life.

Waving his hand to stop several police officers who were about to speak, He Daqing reached into his bag and took out a bottle of Wuliangye.

"Hehe, if the old emperor wants to drink, he has to drink good wine.

How about Wuliangye? Are you used to drinking it?

Wow, after drinking this wine, you can also drink five bottles of wine again, haha!

Is my master He Daqing open-minded?

Come, old emperor, I, He Daqing, will personally pour you a glass of wine..."

Listening to He Daqing's tone full of mockery and amusement, Puyi bit his lip and tried to calm himself down.

What was supposed to come finally came.

In my life, I, Puyi, have been an emperor twice. I have been a prisoner in the Soviet Union, and now I am a prisoner in China.

Puyi didn't say anything, but just kept emphasizing it in his heart.

I cannot lose my dignity as an emperor.

Puyi picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

“Ahem~

Cough~"

Puyi, who hadn't drunk alcohol for many years, coughed several times due to choking.

After a glass of wine, Puyi decided to go all out.

Sitting at the dining table, he grabbed a steamed bun with his left hand and took a bite. Then he took the chopsticks in his right hand, tapped the table, and picked up the braised pork to eat.

The entire private room was completely silent, with the only sound being the sound of Puyi chewing his food.

Puyi ate the food greedily, taking big mouthfuls and taking a sip of wine from time to time.

Puyi had not tasted such delicious food for almost ten years.

He Daqing looked at Puyi eating so happily and couldn't help but become suspicious. Are the chefs here so good?

The old emperor eats it so deliciously, I, He Daqing, would like to try it too.

He Daqing reached out and grabbed a piece of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and his face changed.

Damn, what the hell is this? It’s such a waste of beef.

Puyi was overwhelmed and shouted:

"This is my last meal, how can you eat it!

You broke the rules, you broke the rules..."

He Daqing looked at Puyi's embarrassed look and couldn't help but burst into laughter...