95: Chapter 95 Striving to Become a Japanese Traitor

At this moment, the lawyer's phone rang. Upon seeing the number, the lawyer immediately stood up from his seat and walked out of the room in a few steps.

While Mitsui Masao was still thinking about how to make excuses, he saw the lawyer return to the interrogation room with a grim face. Ignoring Zuo Hemei beside him, the lawyer shouted loudly, "Baka! The President called personally just now and asked why you, you idiot, shipped back a plaster handicraft!"

Mitsui Masao was completely bewildered; what he had shipped back was clearly the authentic buddha head! While he was racked with confusion, he looked up and happened to meet Zuo Hemei's half-smiling gaze. A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

He suddenly stood up and roared at Zuo Hemei, "Damned Chinese, it's you who played tricks to harm me! Right?!" He had completely lost his initial refined demeanor, becoming entirely hysterical.

"Behave yourself!" Zuo Hemei wasn't going to indulge him; she grabbed his collar and gave him a shoulder throw. Mitsui Masao's body, hollowed out by years of wine and women, was just a hollow shell; this throw nearly broke his ribs. He was pinned to the ground by Zuo Hemei's knee, wailing incessantly. He finally settled down.

The lawyer snorted coldly from the side, "Orders from the President: you're fired. From now on, you are no longer an employee of the Sanlin Group. So, good luck." With that, he left the interrogation room without looking back.

Mitsui Masao felt that the events of these past few days were more than he had experienced in his entire life. From being in high spirits waiting for a promotion to being abandoned by the company like a stray dog. Unable to accept such a sudden fall for a moment, he lay powerlessly on the ground like a dead dog.

"Alright, Mr. Mitsui, I suggest you'd better tell us everything you know. Now the Sanlin Group has clearly abandoned you. You have no other way out except to cooperate with our Chinese police. We emphasize 'leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.' I suggest you consider it carefully."

Zuo Hemei really wanted to throw this dead dog in front of her into prison right now, but he still had utility value. The situation in X City Name was currently a mess. Who leaked the information and who took benefits to help cover it up all needed Mitsui's confession. Also, the crimes of the little japanese needed to be made public. The harm caused by traitors is often greater than that of the invaders themselves. This was a lesson summarized with the blood and flesh of countless anti-Japanese martyrs.

"Can you really guarantee my safety? If I speak, can you not deport me?" Mitsui Masao knew that once he returned to his country, he would die a miserable death on the streets within a day. At this moment, he was like a drowning man desperately trying to grasp a hope for life.

"That depends on how important the things you confess are."

"I'll confess! I'll confess everything! It was all those old fogies in Japan who made me do it!"

An hour later.

Zuo Hemei walked out of the interrogation room with a solemn expression. The waters in X City Name were much deeper than she had imagined. Additionally, since it involved overseas forces, she didn't dare to delay and walked hurriedly toward her superior's office.

At this time, Zhang Wei didn't care about any of that. He had just been sleeping soundly in bed when his neck was pinched by An Xiaoxi's pair of cold little hands. He let out a yell and jumped straight up from the bed.

An Xiaoxi laughed heartily, "You're always giving me a forced startup in the middle of the night. Now I'll let you have a taste of it too."

Zhang Wei looked depressed; this Little girl was quite vengeful.

"If you're not sleeping, what are you waking me up for?"

An Xiaoxi said excitedly, "I almost forgot because of you, get up quickly! It's snowing outside!"

Zhang Wei was stunned, pulled back the curtains, and looked! It really was!

It was now December, and snow was not common in City Name at this time of year.

Northerners can never understand the obsession Southerners have with snow. This might be a case of 'the more you lack something, the more you treasure it.' City Name is located south of the Yangtze River and only gets two or three snowfalls a year. So, the probability of it snowing is as rare as a short holiday.

"Zhang Wei, hurry up and get up. Let's go outside for a snowball fight!" An Xiaoxi urged.

Zhang Wei was also speechless; with this little bit of snow in City Name, it would turn into water as soon as it hit the ground, making it impossible for snow to accumulate. However, it was rare for the Little girl to be so happy, so he didn't dampen her spirits.

The two went downstairs to the road, and sure enough, the ground was wet without a single snowflake. An Xiaoxi wasn't disappointed either; she looked up and opened her mouth wide to catch and eat snowflakes. Zhang Wei was a bit speechless, but he noticed that many people on the road were actually doing the same, so after thinking about it, he did it too.

He just didn't want An Xiaoxi to suffer social death alone, yeah, that's it.

Looking at the falling snowflakes, Zhang Wei was filled with emotion. In just two short months, he had gone from picking up gold bars like a thief to digging up the imperial seal of china, then to catching murderers, and finally to crushing the little japanese's theft plan yesterday. He had experienced too many events.

Maybe after New Year's Day, he should find a place to take his parents on a vacation. After all, people aren't machines, and he needed to relax.

By now, An Xiaoxi was already playing with a group of little kids. She grabbed a handful of snow accumulated on a car parked by the road and stuffed it down a kid's neck. The kid screamed from the cold. Zhang Wei winced as if he could feel it himself.

Ignoring An Xiaoxi's messing around, Zhang Wei remembered he hadn't checked today's intelligence yet and silently thought to open it.

[daily intelligence 01]

Shop No. 24 on the third floor of Huanqiu Port is holding an activity today; couples who kiss for more than a minute can get a free ice cream cone.

[daily intelligence 02] Today, a tourist from Camel Country released a new City Name treasure hunt challenge titled "Pharaoh Travels Through Time" in an app called "Geocaching." By following the clues, one can eventually get a rare Egyptian stamp.

[daily intelligence 03]

The City Name stock market will see a huge surge this afternoon. Among them, a stock named "Yaoji Shares" is expected to have three consecutive days of limit-up price increases.

Zhang Wei stood there and sorted through today's intelligence.

First, he passed on the first piece of intelligence. Even if he could find Sun Yicheng to complete this challenge, it wasn't worth making a special trip for an ice cream. There would surely be many onlookers, and it would be a huge loss if photos were taken and posted online. Such high-profile behavior was seriously inconsistent with his personality.

He had never heard of the treasure hunt app mentioned in the second piece of intelligence. He opened his phone and searched for "Geocaching," and there really was such an app.

After some research, Zhang Wei understood that this was actually an offline treasure hunt game. Netizens would hide small treasures all over the world and then post the clues in the app. Through a series of clues, everyone would eventually find the treasure.

The prizes were also varied; it could be a badge, a bitcoin, or even an address where one could enjoy beautiful scenery.

Zhang Wei thought it was quite interesting and decided to take An Xiaoxi to play it in a while.

The third piece of intelligence was the most important one this time. During university, there was a time when Zhang Wei felt quite confident. He thought about pooling some money with his roommates to invest in the stock market for profit.

At that time, even the old men in the village who hadn't gone to school could trade stocks. Zhang Wei felt that as a student of a prestigious university, his study of the laws of the stock market's operation would surely be better than those old men's.

As it turned out, your uncle is always your uncle. In just two weeks, his pitiful bit of capital was firmly trapped. Zhang Wei then lost any interest in touching the stock market again.

Now it seemed he had a chance to avenge his past humiliation? Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel a bit excited.