Chapter 190 The Police Arrive (Correction): Truly a Ruthless Person

With a loud "smack," everyone present was stunned.

The construction foreman covered his face in disbelief and cursed in Mandarin, "You bitch, I'll beat you to death!"

When they were pretending to be Japanese, they kept bowing and scraping, but now they feel they don't need to pretend anymore and their true nature has been exposed.

It must be said that, like men who are obsessed with Japan, they love their loved ones deeply, and this love is deeply reflected in every aspect of their lives.

Without saying a word, Wang Xiao slapped him again.

What is the purpose of her spending so much money to hire so many bodyguards?

Protecting her personal safety is not only about ensuring her safety, but also about giving her the confidence to stand up for herself and not be humiliated!

The slap made her palm go numb, and her arm trembled uncontrollably.

"You filthy woman..."

"Smack!"

Another slap in the face.

Wang Xiao shook his arm forcefully, not minding giving him another slap.

"Get out! You're worse than a pig or a dog! Go to hell, go to hell and be reborn. Maybe then you'll get what you want."

The construction foreman tried to struggle, but Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao were not just for show; they pinned him down so tightly that he couldn't move.

"Hurrah!" Ivanov cheered, excitedly running to Wang Xiao and hugging her tightly. "You're so cool, Wang! You're so cool! You always manage to mesmerize me again and again. I love you to death, Wang!"

Due to the language barrier, he finally understood the whole thing belatedly.

That's so cool! She's the queen, and he wants to kneel down and kiss her queen.

Wang Xiao pushed him away with disgust. "It's so hot, isn't it annoying?"

She rubbed her wrist and sneered at the construction foreman: "Get out! There's no work for you here."

Her hands felt slightly cool.

After her initial shock, Yamada Saori immediately rushed to the side to grab an energy drink. It was something they had bought for the construction workers to cool off in the heat, and it was chilled.

At this moment, she wrapped the beverage bottle in the small towel she always carried and handed it to the boss to cool his hands—perfect timing.

Wang Xiao took the drink bottle and held it in her hand to cool her palms. Ouch, those three slaps were real; her palms were burning and numb, so they definitely needed to be cooled.

The renovation foreman shouted angrily, "What gives you the right?"

He was interrupted by a sharp whistle before he could finish speaking.

Whether it was due to the loud noise or a passerby noticing something was wrong and calling the police, Japanese police arrived.

The police were extremely nervous when they saw the two groups of people at loggerheads; they were even more at their wits' end when they heard their shouts.

The police had no choice but to prepare for a major crisis.

As Japan becomes increasingly internationalized, crimes committed by foreigners in Japan are also on the rise.

In December 1987, a violent gang war that shocked the world occurred in Okubo, Shinjuku Ward. Two factions of Taiwanese yakuza fought each other, resulting in the deaths of three leaders of the "Four Seas Gang".

In addition, in 1988, the Nuroquan organization, composed of descendants of Chinese orphans of Japan, attacked police officers and gangsters, becoming a fearsome knife-wielding gang that terrified the entire Tokyo metropolitan area in recent years.

Looking at the people in the room now, there are both white and Chinese people, so the complexity of the crimes is probably going to increase even more.

The police officer shouted sternly, "Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down! Don't move!"

The renovation foreman panicked first and quickly emphasized, "It's a misunderstanding, we were just speaking a little loudly."

He didn't want to go to the police station.

If he goes to the police station and things get out of hand, he won't be able to cover up his illegal hiring practices, and he might end up being fined and even locked up.

He turned around in a panic and urged Wu Haoyu, "It's a misunderstanding, Comrade Ambassador, it's all a misunderstanding, right?"

Wu Haoyu felt disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to downplay the situation: "Yes, it's just a misunderstanding. Hello, I'm from the Chinese Embassy, ​​this is my business card."

He told the truth that going to the police station wouldn't bring any good results.

Why did the dispute occur?

Because he called it a pig, he hurt our national feelings.

Oh, who is he? A former Chinese.

It's like slapping yourself in the face.

The police looked at them suspiciously, unsure whether they believed them or not.

Wu Haoyu had no choice but to bite the bullet and emphasize again: "It really was just a misunderstanding. There was a little dispute about the progress of the renovation. We've already discussed it and agreed. We were just talking a bit loudly."

The police officer, perhaps out of respect for his status as an embassy staff member, reluctantly nodded and warned, "Don't make a scene!"

As they spoke, their gazes turned suspiciously to the others in the room. "Now, we're going to conduct a preliminary inspection. Please show us your identification."

Tao Yafen and her boyfriend felt a "buzz" in their ears. Not only them, but all the other foreigners living in Japan were most afraid of this sentence.

Once caught by the police, they face deportation.

Then all their previous efforts would have been for nothing.

But no matter how terrified and pleading they were, the police took them away one by one without mercy, including the renovation foreman.

Because he is suspected of illegal employment.

The bespectacled man spat fiercely in Wang Xiao's direction and shouted hysterically, "It's all your fault! Who told you to meddle!"

Before the police could react, Xiao Gao dislocated his jaw.

Only after the police officer came over and said something perfunctorily did Xiao Gao put his chin back in place.

Now, the person who had been shouting finally understood who was in charge and dared not vent his anger on the person he thought he could vent it on.

As Tao Yafen was being led to the police car, looking utterly lost, she caught a glimpse of the greasy, smug smile on the face of the lewd Japanese man.

She suddenly erupted, hysterically shouting in Japanese, "I'm calling the police! I'm suing him! He touched my butt!"

After listening to Ito Sachiko's translation, Wang Xiao nodded: "If you don't have a lawyer, I can help you hire one."

She has always admired people who dare to rebel, especially women in difficult circumstances.

The police left with the suspects, and the shop instantly fell silent; not a single construction worker remained.

Because, apart from the man who groped her, all the workers on this renovation team were illegal immigrants.

There were Chinese, Vietnamese, and Filipinos. It was probably because the head of the renovation team was originally Chinese that there were the most Chinese among them.

As the head of the Chinese Embassy in Japan, Wu Haoyu naturally had to go along to be ready to respond at any time.

Sachiko Ito was terrified and repeatedly bowed to Wang Xiao to apologize, saying she was sorry for causing trouble for everyone.

If she hadn't spoken out of turn and said what the renovation team members said, there wouldn't be this mess now.

Wang Xiao sighed, "Alright, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong; the one who's being sarcastic is at fault. Quickly find another renovation team; the project can't be delayed."

Sachiko Ito looked troubled and said cautiously, "I'm afraid there will still be issues with illegal employment."

Because Japan has developed so rapidly, wealthy Japanese people are generally unwilling to do hard work anymore.

The Tokyo Daily previously reported that of the 310 factories on Keihin Island that manufacture, decorate, and install, only one-third are Japanese workers, with the rest being illegal foreign workers.

Especially now that the economy is sluggish, all businesses are trying to cut costs, and even more of these industries are hiring illegal foreign workers.

Wang Xiao didn't care: "It has nothing to do with us. We can just find a renovation team as usual."

She waved the folder in her hand, gesturing to Yamada Saori: "I'll take this back and look at it first. You guys just focus on your own things."

The two girls started bowing again, and Wang Xiao had to wait until they finished before getting on the bus.

On the way back to the embassy, ​​the group of people had shrunk.

Although Ivanov was still immersed in the excitement of witnessing Wang Xiao slap someone three times, he knew that the Chinese people on the bus couldn't possibly be in a good mood, so he wisely kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Officials from Jiangdong Province who came with Secretary Fang began to express their concerns for their compatriots: "I wonder what will happen to them if the police arrest them. Oh dear, they're going to suffer. The Japanese are really ruthless."

Wang Xiao suddenly felt like rolling her eyes: "It's similar to detention centers in China. The way detention centers treat people without proper documentation is how the Japanese police treat illegal overstayers."

She thought to herself: What's with the pretense?

At the beginning of last year, the State Council issued the "Opinions on Reforming the Custody and Repatriation Work," which expanded the scope of those to be detained and repatriated to include all migrant workers without ID cards, temporary residence permits, or work permits.

When it comes to the cruelty of detaining and repatriating people, it's hard to say who's in charge.

Moreover, the essence of both of these situations is, frankly speaking, the plunder and exploitation of cheap labor by economically developed regions on the basis of underdeveloped regions.

Developed regions need cheap labor, but are unwilling to provide even the most basic labor and personal protection for it.

Just because the exploiters are officials doesn't mean the fact of exploitation doesn't exist.

A moment of silence fell over the bus; the cadres, who had been filled with emotion, instantly turned into shells.

Secretary Fang sighed: "We should be ashamed. Secretary Jiao Yulu said that the people of Lankao were wandering around begging for food, and the cadres of Lankao should feel ashamed and heartbroken. Now, it's the same. They would rather live a miserable life in Japan like rats in the sewers than return to China and live a good life. We need to reflect on this."

Wang Xiao is not a leading cadre, so he is naturally not among those who need to reflect on their actions.

She's not exactly good at self-reflection either.

Her gaze settled on Zheng Gongcheng, and she took the initiative to speak: "Dr. Zheng, when are you graduating?"

Zheng Gongcheng's face flushed red, and he quickly emphasized, "I'm not a PhD yet, I'll graduate next year."

"It's the same thing." Wang Xiao didn't care about the details, only making a request: "Go back to China after graduation."

The leaders on the bus immediately chimed in: "Yes, yes, yes, go back to China. There's so much to be done here."

Zheng Gongcheng smiled awkwardly and remained silent.

Wang Xiao is a businesswoman, and she doesn't follow the same blueprint route as cadres; she deals with real money: "After you return to China, you continue your research on OLED screens. You make a list of all the equipment in your university's laboratory, and I'll replicate the same laboratory for you one-to-one."

The officials, who were just talking enthusiastically, have all fallen silent again.

Nonsense, they're poor, they can't afford to spend that kind of money.

“Your starting salary will be based on Japanese doctoral standards.” Wang Xiao also extended a call for volunteers, saying, “If any of my classmates are doing similar research, they are also welcome, and the salary standards will be the same.”

She emphasized with a smile, "Putting aside everything else, the cost of living in China is much lower than in Japan. Tokyo is so big, it's not easy to live there."

Zheng Gongcheng gritted his teeth and readily agreed: "Okay!"

In fact, he was completely tempted when Wang Xiao said he would build a laboratory for him.

The real reasons why so many students studying abroad are unwilling to return to China are basically the same: they are worried that their scientific research careers will be affected.

People value their own career development more.

Of course, being able to earn a high salary and have a secure life is naturally better.

Zheng Gongcheng tried again: "I'll ask around, maybe I can find a few more people."

Wang Xiao smiled and nodded: "Then I wish you success in forming your team in advance. Get the order for the experimental equipment as soon as possible, so that the domestic equipment can be prepared for you in advance, as imported equipment takes a long time."

Zheng Gongcheng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll get ready when I get back."

Secretary Fang also expressed the goodwill from the government: "Let's register you at the research institute, that will make things easier for you."

Her idea was that this way, Zheng Gongcheng would at least have a formal position and cadre status. That way, even if the OLED screen research failed in the future, and Wang Xiao was unwilling to continue investing, his livelihood would still be guaranteed.

However, Wang Xiao politely declined on his behalf, saying, "That's not appropriate. It would be bad to have someone in the name but not do the work of the institute."

She turned to Zheng Gongcheng and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, you will be allocated a three-bedroom apartment with a full set of home appliances, built to the standards of an international villa."

She's gone mad; she's planted this time bomb within herself?

If Zheng Gongcheng is temporarily assigned to a research institute, and his research yields results, whose credit will it be?

She treats all professions equally without any beauty filters.

When faced with interests, even the most prestigious individuals and organizations can tear each other apart.

Secretary Fang then fell silent.

Because the housing shortage in China is becoming increasingly serious. Let alone newly hired employees, even senior scientists in research institutes may not be able to enjoy the benefits of a three-bedroom apartment.

Alas, Secretary Fang felt the burden on his shoulders grow even heavier.

Looking out the car window at the bustling and clean city of Tokyo, the contrast was truly overwhelming.

The car drove back to the embassy.

The ambassador had just finished his work and came out to greet them.

Seeing the main group, he asked in confusion, "Where's Wu Haoyu?"

Secretary Fang's secretary sighed, "Oh, don't even mention it."

As he spoke, with a face that conveyed a complex mix of emotions, he recounted the turmoil they had experienced.

The more the ambassador listened, the more subtle his expression became; he didn't know how to react to Wang Xiao.

He couldn't say Wang Xiao was wrong. What normal person could remain unmoved after hearing such insults against the country?

She was even the most suitable person to take action at that time.

Because most other Chinese people have official positions, the impact would be completely different if they started fighting.

Moreover, she is a woman, and her strength is limited, so she wouldn't actually hurt someone badly.

But now, the ambassador is really having a headache.

He sighed, "If that person takes it to court, it might be quite troublesome."

Wang Xiao is, after all, a foreigner. Fighting a lawsuit in Japan, the mere restriction on her movement is a fatal problem for an international businesswoman like her.

Upon hearing the ambassador's explanation, the others also became worried.

Indeed, despite being officials and cadres, they still dislike getting involved in lawsuits.

Besides, if the lawsuit escalates, it will be China that loses face.

You Chinese people call yourselves pigs, and the Japanese are happy to watch the show.

Ivanov reassured his friend, "It's alright, we can hire the best lawyers. You control me, and I'll do whatever you want."

Wang Xiao waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright. There's a 99% or higher chance he won't sue me for this. He's more afraid of making this a big deal than we are. He doesn't want so many people to know his original Chinese identity."

That's really vulgar; it really leaves a bad taste in one's mouth.

However, the ambassador had a good attitude and explained to everyone: "Japan has a strong sense of national xenophobia, and in their eyes, naturalized citizens are still foreigners."

He then gave a specific example, saying, "Not only naturalized citizens, but also war orphans from Japan find it difficult to integrate into Japanese society."

Everyone heard about the awkward situation of Japanese war orphans.

First of all, the Japanese government does not welcome it.

Most of Japan's war orphans were descendants of pioneer groups.

Before and after Japan's surrender in World War II, the Japanese army routinely massacred their own people. There were more than 50 incidents involving settler groups with over 100 casualties, bringing the total death toll to nearly 10,000.

After the war, the Chinese side offered to have the Japanese government come and take away the stranded Japanese citizens, but the Japanese refused.

In 1955, the Japanese government enacted a law stipulating that Japanese citizens who had not yet returned to Japan would be treated as deceased persons and their family registration would be cancelled.

Later, when China established diplomatic relations with Japan, China actively promoted the return of Japanese war orphans and their children to China, but Japan once again resorted to its own underhanded tactics.

The Japanese government not only requires war orphans to submit a plethora of documents, but also states that if they wish to return, they must obtain the consent of their relatives in Japan.

If any relatives disagree, then don't even think about it; you absolutely cannot come back.

Do their relatives agree? A large number of people refuse.

Simply put, Japan views these people as a liability and has no intention of taking care of them.

Even those orphans and their children who managed to return to Japan faced extremely difficult circumstances. This social context is precisely what made the Nuro Power organization so feared.

If Japan treats its own people this way, what about foreigners?

Everyone listened with deep sorrow, completely unable to imagine how they could be so heartless.

They don't even want their own family members, who are having such a hard time outside, to come back.

Some cadres shook their heads upon hearing this: "Isn't this just like when educated youth returned to the city and needed their family members' signatures to register their household registration?"

Once the words were out, the leader realized his mistake and could only awkwardly serve tea, trying to pretend he hadn't said anything.

Wang Xiao chuckled inwardly, "A mouth substitute, huh!"

She was about to say that too.

They're not some naive newbies, so why do they act like they're so ignorant?

To use a popular phrase, with a history of five thousand years, what foreign tricks could truly amaze the Chinese people?

She took a sip of tea and continued looking at the binder in her hand, trying to select a basic style that she thought would suit her.

Ivanov didn't join the Chinese people's conversation; instead, he sat next to her, looking at the products together and discussing which one was better.

Lyuba, the only girl among the bodyguards, peeked over to watch.

She really liked the style that Saori Yamada had chosen, and casually remarked, "If the quality remains consistent, then it will be indistinguishable from real Japanese clothing."

Wang Xiao stopped turning the pages, turned to her, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lyuba felt like she had said something wrong, but with her boss staring at her, she had to bite the bullet and continue: "Japanese products have always been of very good quality, they are always just as good."

Japanese goods are generally more expensive than Chinese goods, but she has a high income, so she can afford them. She also frequently buys Japanese clothing, skincare products, and cosmetics, and her boss doesn't interfere with these purchases.

Therefore, she believes she has the right to speak on this matter.

"Overall, Chinese goods are alright. But sometimes the quality is inconsistent, sometimes it's a little worse. And sometimes it's quite good."

Wang Xiao roughly understood what she meant: "You mean quality control."

This is indeed a problem.

In the 1980s, many Japanese businesses sought out contract manufacturers in China to produce clothing and other items.

When Wang Xiao was selecting partners for the trade city, he prioritized factories that had done foreign trade with Japan, because the Japanese are notoriously picky.

However, in Japan, Chinese goods are still synonymous with cheap and inferior products, especially in the clothing industry.

Even embassy staff, when needing to buy suits for foreign affairs work, are unwilling to choose Chinese-made ones because the quality is indeed inferior to Japanese ones.

Ivanov instinctively said, "Then let's strengthen the inspection of the products."

“No.” Wang Xiao waved his hand. “It’s not a simple inspection issue, but a problem with the entire production model. OK, since we’re selling goods in Japan, and our customers in the trade city prefer Japanese products but are forced to choose us due to economic pressure, then our products will be produced according to the Japanese model.”

She acted on her idea immediately, borrowing the embassy's phone to call Dong Li.

It's better to stick with what you know than what you don't. Since the textile technical guidance team you recommended last time played a positive and important role in the construction of the textile factory, could you please recommend another team specializing in technical guidance for the garment manufacturing industry? The requirements are similar to last time.

Toray's research institute never imagined that selling equipment would create a side business for them.

However, adhering to the principle of frequent visits, the other party agreed to Wang Xiao's request and said that they would fulfill her request as soon as possible.

After finishing his short-distance call, Wang Xiao still needed to make an international long-distance call back to China to contact Feng Zhonglin, who was far away in Xiaozhou, and ask him to select a suitable factory for renovation.

Feng Zhonglin simply asked about the requirements and immediately agreed.

After the call ended, one of the cadres who had been chatting turned to Wang Xiao with concern: "President Wang, this might not be easy. The factory is producing perfectly well; they definitely won't be happy to make any changes."

Which factory that partners with the trade city isn't doing well? Orders are booked from the beginning to the end of the year, and the workers' wages and overtime pay combined are higher than those of provincial officials.

Would people be willing to stop and accept so-called reform?

Wang Xiao didn't take it seriously at all: "It's okay, President Feng will talk to them."

The leader is genuinely concerned: "What if we can't reach an agreement?"

"Let's switch factories." Wang Xiao didn't even look up, continuing to look at the binder in his hand.

The leader became curious: "What if they stick together and none of them are willing to change?"

The others listened intently; it was indeed a possibility. If the factories banded together and refused to change anything, what could you do about it?

Wang Xiao looked up and smiled: "Keep trying to find replacements. If none of them are willing, then stop cooperating altogether and build our own factory."

If a commercial city that has reached its current scale doesn't even have this much say, then it shouldn't be in this business anymore.

But she still considered the feelings of the leaders—

You, a mere speculator (that's how many leaders define businessmen these days), have become a powerful figure who can command the wind and rain—this is outrageous!

So she added, sighing, "There's nothing we can do; the competition is incredibly fierce. If something doesn't quite meet a customer's expectations, they'll turn around and leave without even giving us a second glance."

Even so, the air in the room seemed to stop flowing for a moment, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Several officials gasped inwardly.

Goodness, no wonder she slapped someone three times in a row with just one gesture.

This woman is really ruthless.