Chapter 570: No Tolerance

The train grabbed the rails and passed through the mountains and ridges of Nevada. It took only one hour and twenty minutes to arrive at the Funing Town Railway Station.

There were few people at the railway station, like a quiet humanistic photo, and time seemed to slow down here.

Except for the roar of the steam train whistle as it slowly entered the station and the faint metal collision sound when the huge iron wheels came into contact with the rails, there was no other extra sound at the Funing Railway Station.

After learning about the situation in Funing Town, Liang Yao did not think it was strange that there were no passengers at this railway station.

After all, Huang Kangrui would only use this railway station when transporting bulk goods to the outside.

"This is the gold you want, Mr. Liang. I wonder if Mr. Liang wants to personally check it and have someone carry it on your special train?"

As soon as he got off the train, Huang Kangrui pointed to two followers carrying heavy wooden boxes and asked Liang Yao for his opinion.

Huang Kangrui had personally checked the mercury on the train when it left Reno City. This Mr. Liang was indeed a very powerful person who could get 5 tons of mercury in less than a week.

"Such a small business is nothing but a drizzle." Liang Yao only glanced at the gold bars in the wooden box nonchalantly, and said to Huang Kangrui in an almost commanding tone.

"Take me to the Funing Mine to have a look."

Liang Yao directly proposed to go to the Funing Mine, and Huang Kangrui, who had been relaxed, became alert instantly.

The Funing Mine hides too many shameful secrets. Even if Huang Kangrui wanted to make friends with this Mr. Liang, he was not so crazy as to let Mr. Liang visit the Funing Mine.

"Mr. Liang must be tired after traveling here. Huang has prepared a banquet for Mr. Liang. Please come to my humble home to rest first, and I will welcome Mr. Liang." Huang Kangrui declined.

"I'm not tired, lead the way!" Liang Yao's eyes flashed a cold light, and he said sternly.

Huang Kangrui had already realized that something was wrong with this Mr. Liang, but considering the strength of the Liang family, Huang Kangrui did not dare to tear his face with this Mr. Liang in public for the time being.

Huang Kangrui found an excuse to prevaricate: "It's really unfortunate. There was a landslide last night, and the road to the mine was blocked. Besides, what's so good about the mine on the mountain? It's dirty and dangerous."

Liang Yao raised his hand lightly, and the soldiers of the first battalion who had been ready for action, together with more than 60 CIA agents brought by Pinkerton, quickly disarmed Huang Kangrui and more than 80 confidants at the station.

More than 90% of the residents of Funing Town came from Funing Prefecture, all of whom were Huang Kangrui's clansmen and villagers.

After the residents in the town found something unusual, they quickly went home, picked up their weapons and rushed to the train station.

How could these rabble be the opponents of professional soldiers and well-trained CIA agents? They were defeated in less than half an hour.

After defeating this mob, CIA agents pursued the victory and captured Huang Kangrui's manor in one fell swoop, arresting all the Huang family members.

The Huang family members were captured, and the residents of Funing Town were leaderless and soon controlled by Liang Yao.

Pinkerton and his agents entered the Funing Mine forcibly under the cover of a company of fully armed soldiers to search.

As Pinkerton expected, Huang Kangrui was indeed minting private coins in the Funing Mine.

Pinkerton confiscated $650,000 worth of silver private coins, as well as the molds and die-casting machines required for minting coins at the Funing Mine.

Deng Wenyu also rushed to Funing Town from Reno with the tax bureau's people, and checked the taxes owed by the Funing Mine since 1854 overnight.

At the same time, it also solved the mystery of why Deng Wenyu had not been able to discover this private coin minting den.

It turns out that the private coins minted by Huang Kangrui, except for a small part used for internal circulation in Funing Town, the rest of the private coins were shipped to the Qing Dynasty to buy goods and laundered through foreign trade.

"It seems that this kid spent all his private coins in the Qing Dynasty!" Deng Wenyu sighed.

"How much tax is owed?"

In the Huang's manor, Liang Yao took a sip of tea and asked slowly.

With such a brain and such means, Huang Kangrui is a talent, but it's a pity that he touched Liang Yao's core interests. Even if he is a talent, Liang Yao has no love for Huang Kangrui.

"Since 1854, Huang Kangrui's Funing Group has owed a total of 340,000 US dollars in taxes. Ahem, of course, this is just an approximate number. I need more time to fully check these taxes." Deng Wenyu said.

"Sir, as expected, the mint is hidden in the mine. We have seized $650,000 in finished coins and semi-finished products worth no less than $400,000." Pinkerton, who rushed back from the Funing Mine, reported his gains to Liang Yao.

After that, Pinkerton leaned over to Liang Yao and whispered, "Although the numbers on the molds and die-casting machines used by the mint are worn out, I am sure that these molds and die-casting machines, what do you mean?"

Pinkerton was almost certain that these molds and die-casting machines were all from official channels, not molds and die-casting machines imitated by Huang Kangrui himself.

The case involved people from the Jardine Group, Tongfu Group, and Boston Group. These three groups are all core members of the California Consortium. God knows who will be involved if the investigation continues.

Therefore, the always decisive Pinkerton seemed a little hesitant at this time.

"Thorough investigation! No dividends! California laws are not for show! Even if the American Group is found, continue to investigate!" Liang Yao gave Pinkerton a reassurance.

Although he felt a little disappointed with this result, it was also within his expectations. It was time to give these people a beating.

The only thing that Liang Yao felt relieved about was that there was no evidence that his American Group and Fremont's Southern Group were involved in the case.

Deng Wenyu glanced at Huang Kangrui, who was tied up, and asked Liang Yao: "How to deal with so many private coins? Just confiscate and melt them?"

Metal private coins are different from paper counterfeit coins. Once paper counterfeit coins are discovered, they are worthless waste paper. Metal private coins are actually made of precious metals.

"Melt you!" Liang Yao knocked Deng Wenyu's forehead heavily, saying with regret.

"You have been the Minister of Finance for more than a year or two, can't you learn from Stanford?! Our California is a society ruled by law! How can you confiscate property without going through procedures?!"

"I understand! The stolen money involved in the case will be temporarily sealed and will be dealt with after the court's judgment." Deng Wenyu touched his forehead, which was a little painful, and suddenly realized.

"You, you have really learned the law in vain in the past two years." Liang Yao shook his head with some disappointment.

Deng Wenyu is a good administrator, but when it comes to the judicial field, regardless of his legal knowledge, Deng Wenyu is far inferior to Stanford in terms of judicial awareness.

Stanford's reputation is bad, but his work as the chief judge of California is indeed impeccable. At least he has fulfilled procedural justice and ensured the normal operation of the California judicial system. Otherwise, with Stanford's bad reputation and bad experience, he would have been removed from the position of chief judge long ago, instead of being transferred decently.

To be fair, this is not Deng Wenyu's fault. Deng Wenyu grew up in the Qing Dynasty.

The Qing Dynasty was an autocratic country. Even the highest judicial institution, the Dali Temple, was regarded as a part of the government, not an independent institution outside the government. The financial and personnel of the Dali Temple were controlled by the various ministries and the emperor. Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to want judicial independence and judicial justice.

This is the case in the central government of the Qing Dynasty, not to mention the local governments. The judicial power is directly controlled by local administrative officials.

Deng Wenyu, who grew up in this environment, naturally took it for granted that local officials had the right to directly confiscate the property of criminals.

The problem of Chinese immigrants' weak judicial concepts and relatively weak civic awareness will probably not be completely changed until the second generation of native-born California immigrants grow up.