284: Chapter 283: The Death of Tanaka

The man in gold-rimmed glasses nodded with a smile.

Liu Yemei frowned slightly: "You shouldn't have come here."

"Why?"

The man named Cao Kai walked forward a few steps, stood in front of Liu Yemei, and gazed at her with his eyes.

"You can leave without saying goodbye, so why can't I arrive without notice?"

Liu Yemei's frown deepened.

"I have no relationship with you, and I have no obligation to report my whereabouts to you."

"It's been a few months, and your personality is still so likable."

Cao Kai said with a smile, completely unbothered: "If you think we have no relationship, then so be it."

As he spoke, he looked up behind him. At the end of the road, the large characters for Frontier Technology were faintly visible.

"Is this where you work now?"

Cao Kai shook his head slightly.

"I thought that if you were to give up a position with a $500,000 annual salary, it would be for somewhere better. I didn't expect you to come to China, let alone the inland."

"How much does this company pay you?"

"That has nothing to do with you."

Liu Yemei said indifferently.

"I'm just curious."

Cao Kai shrugged and said with a smile: "No harm intended."

Liu Yemei frowned, but eventually answered the question.

"An annual salary of 600,000."

Cao Kai raised an eyebrow: "US dollars?"

"RMB."

Cao Kai was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"This is really... really..."

He stammered for a long time, unable to find the right words, and had to change the subject.

"If that's the case, what about Xiaoyun's expenses? Can your salary cover it?"

Liu Yemei was silent.

Cao Kai knew he had hit the nail on the head, so he continued: "If you don't mind, Xiaoyun's expenses..."

"I don't need your concern."

Liu Yemei said indifferently: "I still have some savings."

"I know."

Cao Kai nodded: "But you resigned only half a year after being promoted to Executive Director, without any bonus subsidies. Even if you had some savings before, how long can you last?"

"I don't need your concern."

Liu Yemei remained indifferent.

"Xiaoye..."

Cao Kai sighed and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Liu Yemei.

"Do you know why I've been avoiding you for so long, not even returning to where I live, yet came to see you in person today?"

Cao Kai raised an eyebrow slightly.

This was indeed the thing he couldn't figure out the most.

Was it because he found the Software Park?

That didn't seem right. Even if he found the Software Park, Liu Yemei could have found an excuse not to see him, just like she made excuses about working overtime.

She could have made him wait at her door for a week, just like she could make him wait at the Software Park entrance for a week.

"Why?"

Cao Kai really wanted to know the reason.

Liu Yemei looked up slightly, a cold glint seeming to appear in her eyes.

"Behind this Chip incident, you all were operating in the background, weren't you?"

The Chip incident?

Cao Kai was taken aback, frowned slightly, looked at Liu Yemei, and remained silent for a moment.

"No need to deny it."

Liu Yemei said indifferently: "I was a CEO for a few days too. Although I hadn't taken over core operations, I was exposed to some information."

Cao Kai remained silent.

Liu Yemei looked at him, said nothing more, and walked out towards the outside of the Software Park.

"Xiaoye."

Liu Yemei paused slightly.

Only hearing Cao Kai continue: "If I said that I really didn't know about or participate in these things you mentioned, would you believe me?"

Liu Yemei did not stop again and continued walking, leaving only a faint sentence that reached Cao Kai's ears.

"Change companies. This company doesn't suit you."

Cao Kai remained where he was, a deep expression appearing beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.

...

Meanwhile, at the Hanzhong City Police Department.

A young police officer sat at the interrogation table, looked at young man sitting in the interrogation chair, and asked: "Name."

The interrogated young man made no response.

"I'm asking you, name!"

The young police officer increased his tone.

young man still did not answer, but instead looked up and revealed a mocking smile.

The young police officer stood up, slammed the table, and was about to shout angrily, but was stopped by the Middle-aged man police officer beside him.

"Xiao Chen, don't be angry."

"Master, he..."

"I know, leave it to me."

The Middle-aged man police officer said indifferently.

Ever since they controlled this person in front of them, they immediately launched overnight interrogations, but until now, the person in front of them still wouldn't say a word.

The young police officer sat down indignantly and said no more.

The Middle-aged man police officer looked up at young man and said indifferently: "Matsumoto Bieyun, the young master of the Matsumoto family, not staying in Beijing, but kidnapping a foreign friend in Hanzhong City. Truly impressive."

Matsumoto Bieyun looked up suddenly, looking at the Middle-aged man police officer with some surprise: "You know me?"

"Not only do I know you, but I also know a thing or two about your father."

The Middle-aged man police officer chuckled: "Tell me, Young Master Matsumoto, why did you kidnap Tanaka Xiuhe?"

Matsumoto Bieyun was suspicious and uncertain.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."

The Middle-aged man police officer said indifferently: "Your subordinates have already told us the whole process. Even if you don't talk, we can still charge you with kidnapping. At the very least, it's illegal detention of another person's personal freedom. Your stubborn resistance is meaningless."

Matsumoto Bieyun looked at the Middle-aged man police officer in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on his face again.

"I want to see my lawyer. Before that, I won't say anything."

...

On the other side.

Tanaka sat on the sofa, nervously picked up his water cup, and took a sip.

The police in front of him were very polite, and the processing speed was very fast; in just one night, they had figured everything out.

But precisely because of this, he felt a bit uneasy.

"Mr. Tanaka, the statement is finished. You can leave at any time now."

The police officer taking the statement said very politely.

"Um, Mr. Police Officer."

Tanaka asked in slightly awkward Chinese: "I would like to know, can I see Mr. Wang Shuo?"

"We don't have anyone named Wang Shuo here."

The police officer replied with some helplessness: "Besides, we have no obligation to help you find this person. So, Mr. Tanaka, if you want to see him, you can go yourself after leaving the Police Station."

Tanaka didn't leave and continued to ask: "Mr. Police Officer, then, I would like to ask, how will the group of people who kidnapped me be handled?"

"If it can be confirmed that they indeed committed kidnapping, then they will be severely punished by Chinese law."

Only a fool would believe such words.

Tanaka grumbled to himself; no matter which country, this statement is always to be taken with a grain of salt.

"Then, what if it can't be confirmed?"

The police officer gave Tanaka a strange look.

Tanaka understood, and his heart sank slightly.

Looking at the time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Tanaka knew he couldn't stay any longer. If he couldn't see Wang Shuo, then leaving as soon as possible was the best choice.

Tanaka picked up his bag, just as he walked out of the office, preparing to leave.

A group of people rushed over, brushing past Tanaka's shoulder.

The person at the lead came to a police officer, seemed to show some identification, and said at the same time: "I am a lawyer, I want to see my client."

Pressing down his hat, Tanaka didn't linger any longer, hurried out of the Police Station, and hailed a taxi.

"Driver."

Tanaka tried to say in clear and rounded tones: "Go to the Changhe Hotel."

The Changhe Hotel was the hotel where Tanaka was staying during this trip to China.

To avoid attracting attention, he specifically chose to stay in a local business hotel.

The taxi soon drove to the entrance of the Changhe Hotel.

Tanaka got out of the car and quickly entered the hotel.

More than half an hour later, a short man wearing a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat walked out of the hotel and got directly into a taxi waiting by the side of the road.

"Driver."

Even if he deliberately disguised it, one could still hear a thick Japanese accent.

"Go to the airport, I want to get there quickly."

"Okay, please sit tight."

The driver was a Middle-aged man with a warm smile on his face. As he started the car and merged into the main road, he casually took out a cigarette and asked: "Do you smoke?"

Tanaka frowned slightly and shook his head: "I, do not smoke."

The driver chuckled, put the cigarette in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it.

Thick smoke immediately drifted out, making Tanaka, who didn't like strange smells, cough a little.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly opened the window, and the smoke was instantly sucked out of the window.

The driver showed an apologetic smile and said: "Listening to your accent, you're not Chinese, right? Where are you from?"

Tanaka frowned and said: "Japan."

"Oh, Japanese."

The driver nodded repeatedly: "Japan is good. In another two or three months, the cherry blossoms should be blooming, right?"

"Yes." Tanaka nodded slightly, unable to help but say a bit more: "Every March is a good time for flower viewing."

"It is indeed a good time."

The driver nodded, seeming to agree strongly.

Because the road was clear, the car drove very steadily.

Tanaka felt himself slowly becoming sleepy; he forced himself to stay awake and looked out the window.

It seemed they had already driven out of the city.

"Um... passenger."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror, seeming a bit embarrassed: "Can I pull over and stop the car for a moment? I have some prostate issues, so..."

Although he was not very familiar with Chinese, Tanaka still heard this keyword.

A look of disgust flashed across his face, and he hummed indifferently: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Thank you, thank you."

The driver said gratefully, and immediately parked the car on the roadside.

"I'll be right back, very quickly."

After speaking, he opened the car door and jumped into the bushes on the side of the road.

Vaguely, he could see the driver's action of unzipping his pants. A flash of annoyance crossed Tanaka's mind again.

"Damn it..."

The words that followed had already been swallowed into his stomach.

He took out his phone, checked the time again, then opened the headlines, and a piece of news came into view.

"Joint Announcement by Vangi Semiconductor and Sanxing Semiconductor."

A flash of doubt crossed Tanaka's mind, and he prepared to click to take a look.

"Beep—"

A huge sound of a vehicle horn entered his ears, which was so ear-piercing.

Tanaka looked up and was instantly stunned.

Across the road, a large box truck seemed to have lost control, rushed directly out of the lane, and was rapidly crashing towards the taxi he was riding in.

It was too late to leave; at this distance, he could even see the panicked face of the driver on the other side.

Tanaka subconsciously hugged the bag in his arms tightly and curled up his body.

The next moment, he felt himself flying up.

"No..."

He only had time for one thought to flash through his mind, and then there was boundless darkness.

Beside the ruined taxi, the driver looked at the taxi that had almost been hit in half at the waist and was twisted out of shape, his face looking ugly.

"Boss, did you get the item?"

A voice came from the walkie-talkie on his waist.

The driver took out the walkie-talkie and said fiercely: "Got nothing! I told you to pay attention to speed, pay attention to speed, is this how you paid attention for me? Hit like this, how am I supposed to get it?"

"Then what should we do?"

The person on the other side seemed a bit at a loss.

The driver looked at the passersby and vehicles that were gradually approaching the accident scene, his face very gloomy.

"I'm retreating first. We'll talk about the item later. From now on, don't use the walkie-talkie anymore. Be careful of monitoring."

"Understood."

The driver put away the walkie-talkie, looked at Tanaka, who was tightly stuck in the back seat and almost unrecognizable, and spat fiercely.

"Japanese... Pfft."