Chapter 51 The rules of the world!
After their two cell phones were confiscated, the two men could only sit idly in the mediation room and wait.
Bored, Zhang Mo asked the police officer for some A4 paper and a pen. Zhang Mo had an excellent memory, almost photographic, and started solving the advanced Sudoku puzzles she had just memorized.
Ouyang Yuanzhong sat opposite her, arms crossed, glaring at her fiercely.
"Isn't it pretty boring? How about I share one with you?" Zhang Mo said in a friendly manner.
Ouyang Yuanzhong snorted coldly, and was about to say that it was no use for him to try to please him now.
Then Zhang Mo said, "Oh no, with your IQ, you can't even do the most basic thing, so don't waste your paper."
Ouyang Yuanzhong was so angry his teeth itched: "Do you think you're exceptionally smart?"
Zhang Mo looked at him with great curiosity: "I thought that people who have seen my academic credentials wouldn't ask this question."
Ouyang Yuanzhong sneered: "What do you think Q University represents? At most, it just means you can do exams. I have plenty of people like you under my command, who think they're particularly smart, but in reality, they're just doing nothing every day, groveling and begging for a few thousand yuan in salary."
You haven't even figured out the simplest rules of how this world works.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo seemed to finally show a little interest: "Oh? Tell me more?"
Ouyang Yuanzhong stood up and looked at Zhang Mo with a superior attitude: "The simplest rule in this world is that people are completely different from one another."
Do you think that if the police find the photos on my phone, they can do something to me?
Let me tell you, this might be a big deal for someone else, but it's nothing to me.
His voice was deep and cold, filled with an arrogant and cruel tone: "So what if the police find out? So what if the people who were secretly filmed find out? Who do you think I am? Do you think those people have the guts to come forward and sue me?"
Hmph, that's just wishful thinking.
Unless a victim comes forward to sue me, the most I'll get is a fine of a few hundred yuan.
Ouyang Yuanzhong's lips curled into a sinister smile: "But you are different."
Let me tell you, if I find even the slightest clue on your phone, you won't be able to escape charges of framing, extortion, and defamation.
I will make you bankrupt and utterly disgraced! You'll wish you were dead!
I look forward to the day when I see you kneeling at my feet, begging for my mercy and forgiveness.
And at that time, will you still be able to maintain the same expression on your face as you do now?
Zhang Mo, still holding a pen, looked up at him with a puzzled expression: "Why did you suddenly stand up? To appear taller?"
Ouyang Yuanzhong: "..." This feeling of punching cotton is really unpleasant.
After a while, Zhang Mo seemed to have figured something out and nodded: "That's true. After all, if you don't use your brain, it can only make you look taller."
"You..." Ouyang Yuanzhong was furious. "Don't try to be sarcastic with me. Was what I just said wrong? If you're so capable, then refute me with facts!"
Zhang Mo lowered her head to fill in the Sudoku puzzle, her pen continuing to leap across the grid, each number falling precisely into its correct place: "Ah, yes, yes, you're right."
Ouyang Yuanzhong's face darkened further. He hadn't expected Zhang Mo to be so calm: "Stop pretending—"
"Gentlemen, lunch is here." Officer Zhao came in carrying a bag, giving Ouyang Yuanzhong a warning glare that forced him to swallow his next words.
The bag contained two boxed meals; it was lunchtime, and Officer Zhao had just gotten them from the cafeteria.
Zhang Mo casually grabbed a dish, glanced at it, and smiled, "Thank you, Officer Zhao." She also complimented the food here.
Ouyang Yuanzhong frowned deeply as he looked at the disposable lunchbox, his face contorted with disgust as if it were garbage: "You're feeding me this kind of thing?"
Zhang Mo put down her pen, picked up her chopsticks, and began to speak in a sarcastic tone with exaggerated intonation: "How can you talk like that? The police officer is eating the same thing."
Officer Zhao replied expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, our resources are limited here."
“Someone as wealthy as Mr. Ouyang can certainly choose to order takeout from a five-star hotel.” Zhang Mo picked up a peanut. “Oh, I forgot, you don’t have a phone right now.” So she suggested in a friendly manner, “How about this, we each take a step back and pretend that what happened today never happened. Let’s each take our phones back, so that Mr. Ouyang’s precious health doesn’t suffer from hunger.”
Ouyang Yuanzhong immediately saw through her scheme: "Trying to run away, huh? Let me tell you, don't even think about it. Even if I starve to death today, I will find the evidence that you framed me!"
"Wow." Zhang Mo's tone was flat, as if she were dealing with an unreasonable child. "You're really too smart."
The tactic of provoking someone like Ouyang Yuanzhong is incredibly effective.
Zhang Mo didn't forget to remind Officer Zhao, "Since Mr. Ouyang is planning to lose weight today, then take this other boxed lunch out. Wasting national food is not good."
Officer Zhao was about to offer another word of advice when Ouyang Yuanzhong gave a dismissive snort: "Don't worry, I would never eat it."
Whether he wanted to eat it or not, Officer Zhao didn't indulge him and left with the bag containing another boxed lunch.
However, Young Master Ouyang overlooked one thing: a person may not be hungry for a while, but it's impossible for them to remain not hungry forever, especially when there are people eating nearby.
Especially Zhang Mo, I don't know what's wrong with him, he eats very slowly, it took him more than half an hour to finish his meal, and the food was cold before he finished eating.
Ouyang Yuanzhong, who wasn't hungry at first, started to feel hungry as soon as he smelled the aroma of the food and watched Zhang Mo eat so slowly and with such relish.
However, he was proud and couldn't back out and ask the police officer for a boxed lunch, so he could only close his eyes and force himself to sleep.
Ouyang Yuanzhong had already planned it all out. As soon as he got his phone, he immediately called his lawyer to ask where he was.
Before he even came in, he had already called his family's personal lawyer and told him to take the next available flight immediately!
The worst outcome will be that both of their phones will be found to have problems.
Anyway, there are no photos of Zhang Mo in this document, she wasn't involved, so she can just pay a fine and be done with it.
However, Zhang Mo's charge of forging recordings for blackmail will definitely be upheld!
If we don't teach these little bastards a lesson, they'll really think there's any fairness or justice, and that they, as ordinary people, can call the shots in this world!
What a joke!
The thought of himself indulging in wine and women tonight, while Zhang Mo was locked in a detention cell drinking cold water, filled Ouyang Yuanzhong with a sense of exhilaration, and he slowly drifted into a sweet dream...
Zhang Mo looked at the sleeping Ouyang Yuanzhong, then glanced at the clock on the wall, and gently closed the lunchbox.
Hurry up, Han Xiao.
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