＜ Tokyo War Crimes Trial. (2) >
“…..The following 23 defendants admit 213 charges. This court sentences all defendants to death.”
ground ground.
Tokyo War Crimes Court.
Nine judges read sentences of 23 war criminals. When the reading was over, Americans who were present as spectators gave a standing ovation, and the foreign media frantically took pictures of it with their cameras.
a few days after that.
The verdict was passed and the execution date was set. War criminals such as Yamamoto Konnohyoe, Dogo Heihachiro, Saito Mikoto and Terauchi Masakage were lined up on the wall.
Admiral Dogo, wearing a black eye patch over his eyes, bit his lip tightly while sweating.
“Tenno…”
shudder. shudder. shudder.
Following the execution of the firing squad, the Army Gendarmerie loaded their rifles and aimed their guns at the prisoners they were assigned to on death row.
The trial was a public trial, but the death sentence was closed.
jerk. jerk.
Just then, Marshal Dewey walked into the execution room.
“What are you guys doing now?”
“Yeah? Huh!”
chuck.
The military policemen, who were excited to see Marshal Dewey’s appearance, saluted. The commander of the Japanese Expeditionary Force was MacArthur, but Marshal Dewey was a super giant in the upper row. Dare to be a navy seal, it was not a class that an army police officer flirted with.
“The muzzle is too high. Lower it.”
Marshal Dewey clicked his tongue and lowered the muzzle of the military police with a wooden stick. The gendarmerie asked a question in embarrassment.
“But you don’t have to lift the gun to shoot the head.”
“So.”
“Yes?”
“Why kill in one shot?”
The dumb military policemen looked at me.
Marshal Dewey spoke lightly as if he had even taken a walk.
“Lower the muzzle. First, shoot the arm. If it was a misfire, I’ll cover it. George all the way.”
Marshal Dewey’s face grew redder as the gendarmes scrambled.
The face of the army gendarmerie turned white.
“Muzzle. Get down.”
widely.
The battalion of the naval marshal slammed the gun in a ruthless way. As the military police looked around troubledly, they also made eye contact with Commander MacArthur, who was standing in the distance.
MacArthur nodded silently.
“Shoot”
bang.
Tang Tang.
Tatata tatata tatta tang.
bang.
Tatang.
Tatata Tang.
bang.
Tatata tatata tatta tang.
Tatatang.
bang.
After dozens of repeated gunshots.
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Only a few pieces of meat mutilated to the point of being unrecognizable rolled on the floor.
***
Tokyo’s chieftain.
“Are you saying that the Dojima Rice Exchange will be monopolized by the Japan Settlement Bank?”
The captain of Matsugata, who looks about ten years old.
He looked at the young man sitting in front of him with fearful eyes. When I got entangled with this young man, the organs of the Sea of Japan were falling one by one.
This time, without fail, the Dojima Rice Exchange was placed on the cutting board.
“No. I said that the Central Banking Committee would oversee the rice trading market. Don’t you know that rice wholesalers such as Suzuki have recently been colluding to raise the price of rice?”
“…I mean, you’re asking why your Central Bank Committee is going to take over the work that the General can do.”
The sanctuary of the Great Wall.
If even the Dojima Rice Exchange is taken over by the Central Banking Committee, the Great Wall will become even closer to a scarecrow. It’s already half way down, but this isn’t it.
But again, the grounds were justified.
“The current Minister of the Interior does not have enough authority to deal with the rice wholesalers. The Great Wall has been defeated by just one bank. Market traders are looking at it with ease.”
Detroit committed ruthless murder.
“But the Central Banking Committee is different. The U.S. Military Government GHQ is waking up with arms crossed from behind, and there is no rice wholesaler who will refuse this.”
Can you stand it?
It is enough to forcibly disband the military and downgrade the credit rating, dismantle it through a factory called the Bailout Finance Committee, pack it and ship it out.
Suzuki shop was one of the good companies.
“They had a low debt ratio. They survived even during the Meiji Depression with a strong and strong fortress. The underlying asset of rice was too hard.”
so I like it
Please fix it and raise the price. so we can eat some of you I tried to eat Suzuki shop once, but the debt ratio was so low that I vomited.
But I’d be happy if there was a reason to downgrade my credit rating.
Matsugata wiped her face with her hands.
“Morgan, please take a look at it. The Japanese people aren’t pitiful. Can’t you look at them with compassion? How on earth are you supposed to live in Japan if you scratch it to the bottom like this.
“……”
“The army and navy men who wage war without a declaration of war are the ones to be beaten to death. But what is the Japanese people guilty of? Please show me mercy even when you see my face.”
Matsugata held my hand tightly in a weeping tone and repeated the ejaculation. He clings to me as if he could take out all of his internal organs and nabals for the sake of Japan.
‘It’s disgusting.’
Japanese ambassador.
I wanted to spit on the king of this end-of-life. They were the people who sent Megata to make Joseon a colony and made the Korean currency harpoon, and they were also the ones who sucked the blood of the Korean people and evaded national sovereignty through the First National Bank.
It doesn’t really cover Korea.
However, when the merchants of Joseon prayed so earnestly, it was not like those who did not even snort, asking to see them easily.
Matsugata wiped his runny nose and bowed his head.
“On behalf of my Japanese general, I apologize to you. I am truly sorry for harming you.”
It’s just a waste of time like this.
“Haha, High Minister. We don’t need an apology. That’s not our means of communication, is it?”
Shh.
I rubbed the yen bill with my finger.
“It’s money.”
“you…..”
“The High Commander.”
I was momentarily stunned.
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On my face, which had hardened, Captain Matsugata was tense and swallowed his saliva.
I swallowed anger inside.
“If you wish me mercy to the end.”
There is no need to be here if the disgusting, emotionally-appealing behavior of the time-wasting Wall Street financiers continues.
“You won’t be able to get a single penny out of this place today.”
Dojima Rice Exchange.
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Only by obtaining this will I be able to control the lifeline of Japan. I am well aware that the staple food in Japan is rice cakes made with wheat flour or seaweeds made with corn, even if they die soon.
So if you can control rice, you can control Japan.
I looked at Matsugata.
Frozen.
He stared blankly at me with a slightly shocked face.
“…let me do that.”
So, the permission of the commander was dropped.
***
[Japanese rural and citizens suffering from the soaring rice price. In the end, about this dirty state where only rice wholesalers are fattening up.]
-Asahi Shimbun
[Economic advisory agency, Japan Settlement Bank announced. ‘Acquired the right to sanction fair trade practices from the Daejang Province. From today, we must wield a mace against unfair practices of rice wholesalers.’]
– Yomiuri Shimbun.
[Bailiff Commission President Morgan. ‘Warning to monopolies in the rice trade, including Suzuki shops. The dirty criminal act of taking rice hostage to the starving subjects of the Emperor should be stopped immediately.’]
-Osaka Mainichi Shimbun.
[Bank of Japan Settlements and the Bailout Committee. We plan to conduct an extensive credit rating review for Suzuki Store.]
– Tokyo Nichinichi Shimbun.
[The unconditional surrender of the rice wholesalers to the ruthless mace. Rice prices are falling sharply. Japanese citizens cheering. ‘Justice lives on.’]
– The Joong and Foreign Price News.
– Wow!
all over Japan.
Due to abnormal collusion and rising rice transaction prices, citizens who could only eat one meal a day were enthusiastic about the measures taken by the Bank of Japan and the Bailout Committee.
Japanese government. patriotism. imperialism.
Does that catch your eye when you’re going to starve to death right now? Japanese citizens poured out into the streets and shouted hurrah.
“Tennoheika Banzai!”
“Nipponke Saiginko (Japan Settlement Bank) Banzai! Banzai!”
“Morgan Sang Psycho (Best)!”
The public is supposed to turn to giving sweet things to their mouths right away. As I expected, the perception of the Japanese was also rapidly turning in favor of the bailout committee.
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On the other hand, the mace of the public against the incompetent Japanese general was also immediate.
“Awaken the incompetent general! Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of the Ikki! Farmers are starving to death in real time, but the general has neglected the price of rice! Aren’t the farmers human?”
“You guys are tax thieves! I’d rather have the Japan Settlement Bank than that! Mr. Morgan should replace the General Manager!”
“Young blood! Advanced finance! The Japanese government must awaken!”
Rice price normalization.
According to my plan, the U.S. Military Government (GHQ) completely opened the Dojima rice trading warehouse it had, and a large amount of rice was released and flowed into the common people of Japan.
Rice wholesalers, who had endured until the end, went bankrupt due to the plummeting price of rice.
“Banzai! Banzai!”
Soon after, American freighters continued to arrive in the Japanese archipelago, and large amounts of food poured into the markets of the Japanese archipelago.
As large amounts of food such as spam, wheat, and corn poured down, the popularity of GHQ and Japan Settlement Bank among Japanese citizens soared without knowing it.
They did not foresee the future that awaited them.
***
“Well then, let’s discuss it.”
Mitsui Bank Tokyo head office.
Executives from the US Large Trust, who entered the country along with a large transport ship, gathered in the conference room.
Those who were wearing black suits and burning cigars were looking at me.
“Morgan.”
Hill, director of the Great Northern Railway, raised his hand. His face was businessly dry, and his inorganic eyes were even creepy.
Thorough business mind.
“Let me ask you one thing.”
“Yes.”
“I wonder how far the Japanese market is allowed to treat workers. If there is a large-scale strike like in the United States, wouldn’t it be tiring to lobby the state court?”
In an instant, I felt the attention of American trusts being drawn to me. The atmosphere in the board room began to boil.
Everyone was looking at my lips.
“First, allow private police stationing. Abolition of upper and lower wage limits. Removal of working hours limit. Abolition of employment limit.
“A peace constitution will be enacted soon, and all provisions for labor protection will be deleted.”
“We plan to supply a large amount of non-regular workers to flex the job market, and all related regulations will be withdrawn. That is.”
“In other words?”
The momentum of American trustees is boiling. Everyone was waiting for a single word from me.
Then you have to
I smiled brightly.
“You are free to run wild.”
Whoops.
Sparks began to flash in their eyes. The voice that all regulations in the labor market will be abolished means that labor costs can be reduced to the limit. As the trade union became illegal, there was no need to worry about labor issues.
A number of calculations began to come together.
in their minds.
There were only machines for production, and the ‘human rights’ of the Japanese no longer existed. The rapid industrial revolution has its own side effects.
But the blood doesn’t have to be shed by Americans.
“Oh.”
For every word, the conference room was engulfed in silence. Everyone’s hot eyes were focused on me. I gladly conveyed the good news that I had forgotten and hadn’t told.
“By the way, the Pinkerton Detective Agency opened in Tokyo.”
That moment.
Hot shouts and roars erupted in the boardroom.
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