Chapter 92: A weak nation has no diplomacy.

At the hospital.

Yan Yousui continued to do her work of helping all living beings.

Ren Ziwei disguised himself and hid in the corridor, keeping watch. His right hand was behind his back, and he quickly pressed his phone, sending Jiang Miaomiao a message that he considered cautious and clever: Don't worry, I'm watching your man.

Not far away, Chen Zi'an took out his phone, zoomed in on the phone screen behind Ren Ziwei, and sent a message to Jiang Miaomiao: This idiot is really stupid in disguise.

The national bodyguards, who were not far away, took a picture of this scene within a picture and sent a message to Jiang Miaomiao and her leader: The troublemakers have been captured. What about the two less intelligent ones?

"bite!"

"bite!"

Two message replies sounded simultaneously.

Ren Ziwei and Chen Zian both looked down and saw that Jiang Miaomiao had simultaneously added them to a group chat and forwarded three pictures: the first picture was of Yan Yousui sitting upright, the second picture was of Ren Ziwei hunched over taking a lewd picture of Yan Yousui, and the third picture was of Chen Shian leaning back and taking a slapping picture of Ren Ziwei.

She replied: Don't you guys think you're ugly and sleazy?

"Damn it!" Ren Ziwei shouted, "I'm clearly the commander of Vismo Lamo!"

"Huh!" Chen Shi'an said disdainfully, "Comparing me to Ren Ziwei lowers my standards."

...

The bodyguard said to Jiang Miaomiao, "We notified people to search the Warner Hotel as quickly as possible. The other side was slow to get the information, so they were all brought under control. Unfortunately, we don't have enough evidence, so we can only detain them for a maximum of forty-eight hours."

Jiang Miaomiao countered, "Then can you give me the information about the people you captured within 24 hours?"

The bodyguard shook his head, raised a finger, and said confidently, "National speed, it will only take an hour."

Jiang Zhengye: "..."

He looked up at the sky, then at the magnificent, golden ceiling.

He glanced at the ground, at the square enamel tile with gold trim.

This is clearly his house, so why do I sound like I'm the one who trespassed?!

***

Jiang Zhengye's study now resembles a modern military command post.

A cold-faced bodyguard stood at the door of the study, his expression as sharp as a blade tempered with ice, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Inside the room sat Jiang Miaomiao, who pulled out a chair from behind her desk, gripped the handle with one hand, and tapped it rhythmically with her fingertips, exuding an air of dominance.

Beside her was another state bodyguard.

Even with his extensive experience, he had never faced this kind of IT-based intellectual challenge before!

A computer, two monitors, and three projectors were set up immediately.

Jiang Miaomiao stared directly at the six staggered screens.

Three projectors:

Han Cuo, Chen Shi'an, Jiang Mian, Xie Ran, and one others;

Jiang Si, Qin Shuang, and one others;

Wen Rongying, Xi Shouge, and one other person.

Two display screens: one for leaders in Shenzhen, and the other for top national leaders.

A computer: It was an unfamiliar old man dressed in a kimono.

Jiang Miaomiao looked him straight in the eye and greeted him politely and respectfully: "Mr. Tanaka, I have long admired your name."

They are all second-generation businessmen who have recently gained prominence along the coast of China.

The younger generation is truly formidable.

The younger generation is truly formidable!

Tanaka Nagae, a former prime minister of an island nation, actively promoted the normalization of relations between the two countries during his tenure, and his entire family belongs to the pacifist faction.

The Yamada faction is a radical and belligerent group, and the two sides have been mortal enemies throughout history.

He stared at the leader of the group, Jiang Miaomiao, with a complicated expression.

Although he spoke in the tone of a seasoned superior, he was still polite: "Miss Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I've long admired your reputation."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Jiang Miaomiao smiled, especially since the match was facilitated by the official authorities. So she got straight to the point: "I want to join forces with Mr. Tanaka to suppress the Yamada family and make them suffer as much as possible."

Tanaka Nagayoshi smiled kindly and said, "Miss Jiang, it is true that our Tanaka family is at odds with the Yamada family, but that is a private matter. To cooperate with you would be tantamount to treason."

He paused for a moment, then deliberately explained, "After all, you know the saying, 'Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.'"

Tanaka Nagayoshi frowned: "Miss Jiang, are you actually threatening me?"

“How could that be? I believe in ‘harmony is the most important thing’.” Jiang Miaomiao’s smile remained unchanged: “And Mr. Tanaka, you have always said that ‘harmony is the most important thing’. We are clearly like-minded.”

Furthermore, she smiled while hiding a knife: "A weak country has no diplomacy."

Anyone who disrupts peace is an enemy of every individual and even every nation!

After thinking for a moment, Tanaka Nagayoshi replied solemnly, "Understood. It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

...

For 48 hours, Yamada and his gang were still being held at the port city police station.

So Yamada remained nonchalant, even secretly hoping that someone would come looking for him. After all, he was there to handle an important matter for the entire Yamada family; he represented the renowned Yamada family, a force to be reckoned with.

Unfortunately, for a full 48 hours, no one came looking for Yamada.

These self-proclaimed superiors were no different from the thugs and hooligans who were arrested and imprisoned in the same place.

As time went on, they began to feel uneasy again, because neither the Yamada family's higher-ups sent anyone to visit them, nor did Jiang Miaomiao, as a victim, come to harm them.

Everything seemed insignificant to them; they were truly "no different" from thugs and hooligans.

It's a little embarrassing...

Yamada repeatedly pressed the prison guard, "Is it really true that no one has come to see me?"

The prison guard looked at him with an idiotic expression.

ah!

After enduring 48 hours, Yamada and his team reluctantly left on time. Although many people were arrested at the hotel, their belongings were still there, so they had to sneak back into the hotel to retrieve them.

All the listening devices, clothes, passports, and other items were piled up like garbage in a laundry room where bed sheets were hanging to dry. A piece of paper was pasted on it, written in flowing, cursive script: "I am astonished by the audacity of your Yamada family to provoke me, therefore I extend my highest level of hostility." — Jiang Miaomiao

"Baka!" Yamada roared in fury, tearing the note to shreds. "You've only lived a few years and you dare to be so arrogant and call us names? You're asking for death!"

A subordinate standing nearby, equally disheveled and furious, asked, "What is meant by the highest form of hostility?"

Yamada roared, "How should I know!"

"If you don't know, just ask me." A familiar yet infuriating female voice abruptly cut in, and an inconspicuous large curtain in the room suddenly fell down, revealing Jiang Miaomiao surrounded by layers of bodyguards.

Yamada and his group instinctively wanted to attack again, but the disparity in strength between the two sides forced them to give up.

Jiang Miaomiao absolutely loved their dislike for her yet their inability to do anything about it.

Upon hearing this, the pupils of the group opposite them trembled slightly.

Some people even dropped their metal surveillance cameras to the ground with a "thud," the echo reverberating through the room.

Yamada's throat bobbed, feigning composure: "You?"

Jiang Miaomiao's fingers traced a sharp, trembling sound on a miniature projector. Bodyguards stood on either side of her, and Han Cuo and Jiang Si emerged from behind them.

She laughed and said, "Of course it's not just me, it's us. I'm used to ganging up on everyone first, then going one-on-one!" She has allies and countries behind her.

Jiang Miaomiao's smile, in the eyes of Yamada and the others, was vicious and eerie, carrying a chilling aura of evil and a bloodthirsty desire. She didn't seem human, not at all like a woman!

"Women and petty men are truly difficult to deal with!" Yamada's roar shook several more bed sheets off the drying rack.

“Projecting pictures directly onto the wall seems to distort the colors,” Jiang Miaomiao said nonsensically, but then clicked her tongue in feigned reluctance and finally turned on the mini projector in her hand, which immediately displayed various portrait images on the screen.

Yamada and the others were instantly shocked and turned pale.

Because all the pictures were recent photos of their relatives and friends.

The fact that Jiang Miaomiao was able to find out about this means that it would be very easy for her to take action against these people!

"Before, I was the one getting ambushed by you guys from time to time, but now, the tables have turned and it's your turn to turn around." Jiang Miaomiao didn't mind revealing the answer, "How about we guess, was it your daughter who got into a car accident first? Or was it your nephew who died in an accident?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? You all dared to touch my fiancé, why wouldn't I dare to touch you?" Jiang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, flicked her hand, and threw out a few photos of overturned cars with blood but no one dead. "Tsk tsk, the colors are distorted, but the color of the blood is still recognizable."

Yamada, still utterly powerless, roared: "You damn woman, do you have any respect for the law?"

They roared at the group of state bodyguards again: "Is this how your country lets her kill people at will?"

"Does your country's law allow the torture and killing of Chinese people?" Jiang Miaomiao adjusted the projector screen, enlarging the images with splattered blood.

She didn't kill anyone, she just injured someone.

However, “the Tanaka family is a bit of a personal vendetta. I said it wouldn’t draw blood, but they took the opportunity to make your relatives bleed. But, what goes around comes around. You benefited your whole clan by killing others, so the whole clan will suffer the consequences. It’s fair.”

The Tanaka family? Yamada and the others instantly realized that Jiang Miaomiao had cooperated with their enemy!

No wonder they were able to obtain information about the Tanaka family so quickly and take action from thousands of miles away!

Yamada thought to himself: If he manages to leave alive, he will definitely report to the head of the family that the Tanaka family must never be let off the hook again.

Jiang Miaomiao snapped her fingers and tilted her head to summon Jiang Si: "Auntie, it's your turn."

Jiang Si immediately slapped Jiang Miaomiao aside and splashed the small wooden bucket she was carrying at Yamada and the others. With a crackling sound, countless tiny black, electrified balls swarmed out, releasing high-voltage current the moment they touched their clothes and skin. Screams of agony immediately erupted: "Help!", "We're going to die!", "Please, let us go!"...

Jiang Si said self-deprecatingly, "I used to be unafraid of death. But now that I have money and power, I'm afraid of dying and getting hurt. You kidnapped me and tried to humiliate me, so you have to bear my wrath! I don't mind spending the rest of my life fighting to the death with your Yamada family."

Jiang Miaomiao: "You're good at saying tough things, but is it really okay to just shock them like that?"

Jiang Si laughed: "Today, let's destroy their sense of smell and taste with electricity. There's plenty of time in the future. It'll hurt more if we slowly cut the flesh."

Jiang Miaomiao reminded everyone: "There's also the principle of blood debts being repaid in blood, and children paying for their parents' debts."

Yamada tried to justify himself by claiming the moral high ground: "What kind of good people are you? How are you any different from us, or from what we did back then?"

"When did I ever say we were good people?" Jiang Miaomiao tossed the projector to her bodyguards, signaling them to clean up the mess, then nonchalantly led her people away from the hotel. The more carefree she was as she walked away, the more devastated Yamada and his men felt.

***

On the day that all the listed companies under the Yamada family's name turned green on the electronic screen of the international stock exchange, Jiang Miaomiao happened to arrive in Japan.

Tanaka Nagae sent his eldest son to personally welcome him.

Ten minutes before the car arrived, she was looking at the tablet in her hand, watching the Yamada family's stock chart collapse like a dying fish.

Tanaka Nagako picked up the person, and the four cars headed towards the pre-booked hotel in a diamond formation.

Tanaka Nagako was fortunate enough to be in the same train carriage as Jiang Miaomiao. However, before they could even exchange a few polite words, he saw Jiang Miaomiao receive no fewer than ten phone calls. Jiang Miaomiao didn't care about him and even played the calls out loud, openly revealing that all the calls were probes from various domestic business tycoons.

...In the past, businessmen would carefully examine investment opportunities based on diplomatic statements and resolutions passed by the National People's Congress and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, but this year is somewhat strange. Just last month, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs announced its intention to actively attract foreign investment, yet many coastal enterprises are driving away foreign capital, with Jiang Miaomiao, who recently won the title of "Top Ten Outstanding Youths of the Port City," leading the charge.

Jiang Miaomiao, in collusion with various forces, directly swallowed up the Yamada family's investment enterprises in China. This act defied national policy, yet the state was secretly helping her.

Business tycoons may not understand the situation, but they cannot be naive.

That's why everyone's eager to find out what she has to say.

Halfway through their journey, eight identical cars suddenly appeared around them, forcing them all to stop on the side of the road.

Jiang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Tanaka's eldest son immediately recognized the Yamada family logo, apologized, and then quickly contacted the family for support, getting out of the car to handle the situation.

With the government's assistance in suppressing bandits within China and the collapse of the entire family's businesses, coupled with the internal and external attacks from the Tanaka family in their own country, the Yamada family's political and business standing has plummeted, leading them to take desperate measures, such as blocking people in the street to leave themselves vulnerable.