Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 985 - 52 I Don’t Understand Conversation Skills

Interrogation is an art.

Intimidating someone is one technique, having a friendly chat is another technique.

The key is to tailor your approach to the person you’re dealing with.

How to extract information from someone who’s talking nonsense, without a single truth, involves very professional psychological game techniques.

As well as mastery of intelligence information.

This is the real reason why Wang Yunxiao needed to understand the current situation of the Mu Family.

This Song Wushang in front of him seems to be the toughest nut to crack, but in reality, he’s not.

He’s just the cannon fodder pushed out to attract fire.

It’s not like a hooligan showdown, where two bosses sit in a tea restaurant drinking beer and showing off.

Which decent person would voluntarily jump out to offer their face?

"Actually, if I must say, I’m not really a member of the Mu Family."

Wang Yunxiao pushed the ashtray on the table in front of Song Wushang, handed him a cigarette, and smiled harmlessly: "What grudges the elders have with each other has nothing to do with me, right? Mu Yushu told me to play with cannons, so I came."

Song Wushang took the cigarette and chuckled: "You’ve got some sharp eyes, kid. I’m telling you, the water runs deep here, stay out of it. Want to play with cannons? Do you even need him? Fooling kids, aren’t they? Just look at today’s table, anyone here can get you a cannon to play with?"

"I don’t even know what he wants me to investigate, anyway from what he says, he just wants to see if you guys are still on the same page with him."

"It’s not us that aren’t on the same page with him, it’s him that’s not on the same page with us!"

Song Wushang sneered: "Being a soldier means licking blood from the knife’s edge, right? Now they don’t want to lick blood anymore, they want to pretend to be cultured... He grew up with everything and is cultured, what about us old brothers? At our age, you want us to lay down our weapons and farm instead?"

"Yeah, but there’s something I’m a little unclear about."

Wang Yunxiao leaned in and whispered: "Who’s actually in charge of the Qilin Army now? Or has it been leaderless since the President left?"

"The corps commander!"

"Who’s the corps commander?"

"You don’t even know that?"

"Listen to you, we’re not in the same system, how would I know? Do you know who the director of the Special Service Bureau is?"

Wang Yunxiao thought, you would be a fool to know, even I don’t know!

Song Wushang was momentarily at a loss for words.

"The current corps commander is Liu Fuhai, he also used to lead the old Eighth Battalion, remember that, kid. If someone asks you and you say you don’t know, you’ll be laughed at!"

"Isn’t Commander Liu considered a subordinate of the Mu Family?"

"Of course not, you don’t understand anything, how can I explain... Back then, even in the old Eighth Battalion of the Divine Martial Army, it wasn’t just the direct line of the Mu Family."

"So have you aligned with Commander Liu?"

"Bullshit! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Wushang finally realized, this kid really knows nothing.

But since he’s being so friendly, offering cigarettes and all, it’s hard to be so petty with a junior.

"Do you even know what the old Eighth Battalion was?"

"I heard it was a group of veterans led by Great General Mu Yanling back in the day?"

"Yes, yes! As long as you know the Great General, it’s easy to talk about."

Upon hearing the words "Great General," Song Wushang’s expression softened considerably.

"Let me tell you, it’s not about factions or cliques, we’re all brothers who’ve stirred the same pot, there’s no such thing as close or distant relationships. Let me tell you, kid, why are we drinking this wine today? Frankly, it’s because the Mu Family is washing their hands of all this, they’re afraid us old brothers will cause trouble and implicate them, that’s all there is to it."

Song Wushang snorted coldly: "Hypocrisy! Which of us old brothers isn’t a stand-up guy, a lost head is just a scar the size of a bowl, we all take responsibility for our own actions, who’s so free to drag the Mu Family down?"

"I’ve heard the Qilin Army is full of heroes, and in recent years, anyone with any ambition in the Tianmen Territory has mostly joined the army, leaving only the lowlife scum in the Jianghu World. But... you can’t say there’s no bad apples, right?"

Wang Yunxiao sighed: "Last year I handled a case involving a group called the Liuye Camp, those people were..."

"Don’t mention those bastards! Such bad luck!"

Song Wushang rolled his eyes: "They were up to all kinds of monkey business."

"Why do you say bad luck?"

Wang Yunxiao asked knowingly: "I thought they were quite clever, putting on someone else’s face and becoming whoever they wanted, isn’t that perfect for warfare, spying on military info, or something? But I just don’t understand, why did they infiltrate the police station?"

Song Wushang took a drag of his cigarette, hesitated to speak.

"Can’t we talk about that? We have to talk about something, right? We’ll finish in three to five minutes and go back, I have to give Mu Yushu something."

"Liuye Camp was set up by the Yang Family people, how would I know?"

"Enough of the bluff, I know the Yang Family members can’t join the military. So, what, the Navy’s guns can’t reach the Qilin Army?"

"You know nothing!"

Song Wushang sneered.

"The Liuye Camp setup dates back to when the Great General drafted the old Eighth Battalion, at that time, the Rakshasa was invading the Northwest, the Great General was preparing to march off to war, and recruited new soldiers locally in Tianmen, forming an independent camp called Willow Camp."

Wang Yunxiao nodded slightly.

He had indeed heard about this, but in a different version, where it was all about the Old Master Wang of the Mu Family.

"Later, this camp suffered heavy casualties, recruited another batch of soldiers, most of whom were orphans of the generals under the Great General, divided them into Liutiao Camp and Liuye Camp. Liutiao Camp mainly handled internal military discipline oversight, while Liuye Camp focused on external reconnaissance of military operations."

"Later on, when the Great General left, the Divine Martial Army was reorganized into the Qilin Army, during the Annan campaign, Liuye Camp fought a brutal battle with the jungle natives, with nearly half casualties, and their camp designation was canceled afterwards."

"When the President came to power, a little brat named Yang Yuqi schemed his way around and revived the camp designation, but this time, it wasn’t for external reconnaissance but rather to turn inward and crack down on old brothers, huh..."

"He’s able to reinstate just like that?"

"That little brat is indeed from the Liuye Camp, back when they were campaigning in Annan, Liuye Camp hired him as a local guide, accumulated merits, and rose to the rank of Colonel. Though a latecomer, when he waves this banner, nobody complains."

"What’s his main focus of investigation?"

"Investigate what? Us! That little brat comes from a long line of heritage, do you know what his grandfather did? His grandfather was the garrison commander of the Brocade-Clothed Guard in the old Imperial Court! Later on..."

"Killed over the mercury case, with his whole family by Emperor Tianle?"

"Exactly!"

Wang Yunxiao frowned, looking at Song Wushang, even though my history isn’t great, don’t try to fool me.

You say Yang Yuqi is the grandson of that former garrison commander of the Brocade-Clothed Guard, then who is the current Navy Admiral Yang Qiming?

History, at this point, has a discrepancy.