Yin'er brings calamity upon the wicked (Part 1)

Yunan is a tourist city with many attractions. Qingdeng and his group stayed in Yunan for several days before preparing to leave, but Cui Yongle received a phone call just before boarding the plane.

"Okay, I understand."

Cui Yongle looked surprised when he answered the phone, as if the caller had said something. Sure enough, after hanging up, Cui Yongle looked at everyone and announced something: "We won't leave here yet. I'll go get your passports."

"Passport? What's wrong?" the fat man asked, puzzled.

"Guan Ying contacted me, saying that there has been progress in the Sun family's matter, but we need to go abroad."

After giving a brief explanation, Cui Yongle led everyone away from the airport. He then took out his phone to book tickets. On the way back to the hotel, Cui Yongle explained the whole story to everyone.

Because the special investigation team dispatched by Qingdeng, including Zhou Ziqiu and others, helped the Guanxing police locate the murderer in Southeast Asia, but international factors were involved, the international department informed the police of various Southeast Asian countries about the case, hoping they could assist in the investigation. Today, news came from the Thai police that a special murder case had occurred in Thailand. During the investigation of suspects, they found that there were Chinese people in the team, and they were from Guanxing. They immediately notified the Chinese police, and the Guanxing police station also quickly contacted Cui Yongle. Due to the special nature of the case, they planned to have the special investigation team represent the Chinese police, and they would also send people to assist the special investigation team.

After explaining the emergency, Cui Yongle looked at everyone. It was one thing if they were in China, but when they went abroad, they represented the country. He wasn't worried that the four of them would pick a fight, but he was worried that if someone looked down on the foreign police or made sarcastic remarks about them, it would be a personal conflict on a small scale, but on a larger scale, it would be international diplomacy.

Cui Yongle stared at the faces of the four people in front of him: "Promise me that if the Thais do anything to offend you, or if they see anything that you don't like, don't curse or fight. Tell me, and I'll help you handle it."

Zhou Ziqiu is the one Cui Yongle trusts the most, as is Glasses, who is as steady as Zhou Ziqiu. The main focus of attention is Fatty and Wen Su, but it doesn't matter if he scolds them, as long as he does so in Chinese, since foreigners won't understand and the accompanying translator won't translate either...etc.

Cui Yongle focused his gaze on Wen Su and the fat man: "Do you two speak any foreign languages? English, Thai or something?"

Upon hearing this question, the fat man immediately turned his gaze to Wen Su, who raised an eyebrow but did not answer.

Cui Yongle's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Ziqiu chuckled. Cui Yongle still didn't understand Wen Su. Wen Su was too lazy to argue with others. When faced with the situations Cui Yongle mentioned, he would at most roll his eyes and pretend he didn't see them.

After returning to the hotel, Cui Yongle packed everyone up and put them in the hotel before getting busy with their passports. Their identities were special, and their passports were different from ordinary people's, requiring political approval. However, since the special investigation team was directly under the central government, Cui Yongle only needed to inform his superiors before the approval was quickly issued to him. On the third day, Cui Yongle received everyone's passports, and visas were not required; they were Thai visas for official travel.

Civil servants rarely travel abroad except for official business trips, as it requires multiple levels of approval. Therefore, Cui Yongle and Zhou Ziqiu rarely travel outside of China. From the time Cui Yongle took over as chairman at the age of twenty until now, when he is over forty, he has only traveled abroad twice. Zhou Ziqiu did travel abroad once in the past, but he was not in good condition at the time. He was extremely weak after landing and often fell into a coma. He was urgently sent back to China and recovered. He has not traveled abroad since then.

Before setting off, Cui Yongle asked Zhou Ziqiu if he wanted to stay in China, but Zhou Ziqiu felt that he would not be like before. His sealed power and one soul had returned, and if all the seals on his body could be broken in the future, he would never be able to act as freely as he does now. So he did not want to miss this opportunity.

After boarding the plane, Cui Yongle patiently explained to the five people beside and behind him the details to pay attention to after arriving in Thailand, such as not shaking hands with others when meeting them for the first time, not touching other people's heads casually, not thinking about gambling abroad, and not thinking about challenging others to magical duels or provoking others. When he heard that smoking was not allowed in public places, the fat man clearly heard Wen Su click his tongue.

The fat man nudged Wen Su beside him and whispered, "Boss, I think I heard there's something called the Ten Great Evil Arts of Southeast Asia? Are they powerful?"

Wen Su thought for a moment: "I haven't encountered it myself, but I've heard people mention it. It's better to be cautious."

The fat man nodded, but Cui Yongle slapped him on the head: "Listen to me carefully!"

Three and a half hours later, the group landed at Bangkok Airport in Thailand. Because autumn is the rainy season in Thailand, the temperature was not very high, but there was still a bit of moisture in the air. Seeing the tanned passengers around them speaking words like "ka" and "wah" and seeing the Thai and English signs, the group finally felt a sense of being in a foreign country.

Cui Yongle glanced at Zhou Ziqiu's face beside him and was relieved to see that he looked well.

After their passports were checked, the group carried their luggage out of the airport. Cui Yongle was wondering if the Thai police had sent anyone to meet them, but he confirmed it as soon as he left the airport because he saw someone standing at the entrance holding a sign with a few crooked Chinese characters written on it: "Special Investigation Team".

The person who came to greet us was a very young man, who looked about the same age as Wen Su.

Cui Yongle stepped forward and greeted the young man according to the Thai etiquette he had looked up on his phone beforehand. He then tried to communicate with him in his broken English. The young man smiled and responded in English, but Cui Yongle's English was limited to greetings and he couldn't go any further. He was a little dumbfounded.

The accompanying translator came with Officer Guan Ying, but their background check was slower than Qing Deng's, so they are still in China.

Helpless, Cui Yongle took out his phone, ready to open Google Translate, but a hand reached out from the side and stopped him.

Wen Su stepped forward and spoke to the receptionist on behalf of Cui Yongle. He spoke with a very standard British accent, even including the British habit of swallowing the "t" sound when speaking.

Cui Yongle couldn't understand what they were saying. They were communicating very quickly. He only saw the young man talking happily to Wen Su and waving his hand behind him.

“Follow him, he’s taking us to the hotel,” Wen Su said.

In the car, Wen Su briefly explained to everyone what had just been said, basically that this person was named Ming, a police officer from the Thai police, who was there to hand over matters to them.

After hearing this, Cui Yongle patted Wen Su on the shoulder and praised him, "Good boy, we're counting on you these next few days."

The fat man leaned over and asked Zhou Ziqiu, "How's it going, boss? Is your English good?"

Zhou Ziqiu nodded.

Speaking of this, the fat man felt proud, as if it was him, not Wen Su, who was good at English: "Of course, our boss studied in England."

Zhou Ziqiu's eyes widened slightly in surprise: "Really?"

Because people in aristocratic families spend all their time learning magic, those who are good at magic usually haven't gone to school, and the younger generation who do well in exams are not very proficient in magic. People like Wen Su, who can excel in both, are really rare.

The fat man nodded: "We've encountered a pastor before, a pastor from abroad, who looked down on us and cursed at us in English. Our leader didn't want to argue with him at first, but when he heard the man cursing at us, he stood up and reasoned with him in English, leaving the foreigner completely bewildered."

Zhou Ziqiu imagined the scene in his mind and smiled. No wonder Xie Xingzhou lived such a wonderful life in every lifetime.

Hearing the laughter beside him, Wen Su turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Knowing that Wen Su didn't like people talking about him behind his back, the fat man quickly raised his hands in surrender: "They're praising your English."

Wen Su looked at Zhou Ziqiu suspiciously. Zhou Ziqiu nodded, covering for the fat man, and Wen Su turned back to talk to Ming.

On the day they arrived in Thailand, Cui Yongle did not take them to the police station. Instead, he sent someone to buy them local Thai clothes. No one knows who bought the clothes, but instead of buying any normal clothes, they bought a bunch of blue and yellow floral shirts. The fat man had no resistance to such brightly colored clothes. He took a shirt of his size and tried it on, then kept looking at himself in the mirror.

Although Wen Su was disgusted, he still changed into it, and a tall, handsome Thai man appeared. After looking at himself in the mirror a few times, he actually put an earring on his right ear and fiddled with his hair.

Unlike Wen Su, Zhou Ziqiu not only disliked the shirts, but also found that the collars of the shirts were not high enough to expose his neck. After everyone else had changed their clothes, he was the only one who hadn't changed yet.

Cui Yongle was well aware of his concerns, but since they were already abroad, they should have a good experience. So he grabbed his clothes and pulled him to the next room. When they came out a moment later, Zhou Ziqiu had already changed into a floral shirt.

Wearing such brightly colored clothes for the first time, Zhou Ziqiu felt that he looked terrible in them. His slender legs, which were exposed, moved nervously. He kept his eyes down and dared not look at Wen Su, Fatty, and Glasses. But after waiting for a while and not hearing anyone speak, he looked up and saw Fatty and Glasses grabbing Wen Su's collar. All three of them were looking at him with shock.

The boy was not tall, and the oversized shirt made him look even thinner. The white bandage wrapped around his neck gave him a sense of vulnerability and asceticism, making people want to tear off the bandage to see what was covered up underneath.

The fat man and the bespectacled man were asking Wen Su when he got his ears pierced, but when the three of them turned their heads, they saw Zhou Ziqiu wearing clothes that were completely different from his usual style. Instead of clashing, it made his features look more refined.

Wen Su could even hear his own heartbeat, each beat almost bursting out of his throat.

"Doesn't it look good? I guess I'm still not suited for this kind of thing." Zhou Ziqiu smiled awkwardly, turned around and wanted to go back to change his clothes. Wen Su quickly pushed the fat man away, stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Ziqiu's wrist. Under Zhou Ziqiu's surprised gaze, his voice was hoarse, like a traveler who hadn't drunk water for days.

"No need, it's very, very beautiful."

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