Chapter 67 Evidence of Crimes Resurfaces
[Faithfulness, Expressiveness, and Elegance]
English majors are already crying.
[Damn it! I knew Da Xi's degree was fake! Last time I asked him about his thesis, he stammered.]
There's no need for such malice; it's normal to forget your English after working for a few years.
[Normal my foot! Yesterday he was posting an inspirational video of himself burning the midnight oil to study for his doctoral entrance exam. He couldn't even understand these few junior high school words?]
Wait a minute, if his degree is fake, what about the time he organized his fans to donate to underprivileged students at his alma mater?
What, then, is real?!
[I've asked for the details several times in that fan group, but he hasn't sent them. Every time I bring it up, someone tells me to trust him. It's infuriating! I'm reporting him right now!]
This time, three thumbs rose up from behind their respective notebooks.
That was Li Wei, Zhou Yue, and Chen Feng's silent admiration for Zhang Mo: Our CEO Zhang is truly amazing!
This scene was also witnessed by Da Xi.
At this moment, even the most oblivious person could understand the current state of public opinion against him!
He jumped up from his seat again, panting heavily, and glared at Zhang Mo with hatred: "President Zhang, we have no grudges against each other, there's no need to resort to such tactics, is there?"
"Me? Playing tricks?" Zhang Mo laughed. "I think you're just starving and want to go to the toilet to get something to eat, right? Here, Han Xiao, lend him a piece of paper. Tell him to go quickly."
The insult was so roundabout that it took Da Xi two seconds to react: "You!"
Han Xiao quickly shoved an A4 sheet of paper into his hand.
He glanced at it subconsciously, and then his face instantly turned ashen.
Zhang Mo's voice was as elegant and condescending as ever: "Aren't you going yet?"
Overjoyed, he lowered his head, clutched the paper tightly, and practically fled.
The comment section was instantly flooded with question marks.
Until the seventh picture was released, which was the very one Han Xiao had just slipped into Da Xi's hand—
Receipt for receiving letters on the tax violation reporting page of the State Taxation Administration's xx Tax Bureau.
It clearly stated: "Received, being processed."
The comments section exploded again!
Zhang Mo stood up and walked to where Da Xi had been sitting. "It seems the host had to leave unexpectedly. So, I'll take over the hosting duties from now on." She smiled brightly and looked at the two elderly gentlemen. "Why are you two gentlemen so quiet? Don't you have anything to say from beginning to end?"
Feng Nan looked at Zhang Mo warily, her tone cold: "I have nothing to say to you."
Han Jian was even more furious: "What does our family matter have to do with you?"
Zhang Mo shrugged: "It doesn't matter. I just want the audience to have an impression of the two old men's voices. Now, let's listen to a recording—" She beckoned in a certain direction, and Lang Ri, wearing a mask, walked in front of the camera with an old BBK repeater and pressed the play button.
That's right, just yesterday, after hugging Han Xiao and lying down in her room, Zhang Mo suddenly understood the meaning of the lullaby that Han Xiao's mother had sung.
She ran to Han Xiao's room in her pajamas and pounded on the door.
With an eye patch still hanging on his head, Han Xiao looked completely bewildered: "???"
"The only place a mother can sing a lullaby is at the head of her child's bed. Think about it carefully, is there anywhere you can hide things when you sleep?"
Han Xiao stood blankly by the door, a blurry image slowly clearing in her mind—
On a winter night, in a damp and drafty bedroom, a filthy iron chain bound a woman's ankles and a girl's neck together. To make the girl more comfortable, the woman could only sit on the edge of the bed, trying to keep her legs as tight as possible. Then she reached out a scarred hand and gently stroked the girl's forehead.
It turns out that they too had such tender moments, but she had simply forgotten them.
"I know, I know where the tape is!"
"Inside the crack in the wall above my bed!"
Thus, the evidence that had been buried for many years finally saw the light of day again.
Almost the instant Lang Ri stepped out, Feng Nan lunged at him in a fit of rage. Han Jian seemed completely unaware of the recording, but he still decided to side with his neighbor, and the two joined forces in an attempt to snatch the BBK repeater.
However, the two old men looked to be about the same height as Zhang Mo. Lang Ri, who was 185 cm tall, raised his hand slightly, and the two of them jumped and hopped like two clowns, but they didn't touch the repeater at all.
The volume of the tape recorder was turned up to maximum beforehand, and the somewhat unclear conversation was clearly audible to every audience member.
Feng: "How much money did that mother and daughter get today?"
Han: "It took about 200 yuan in one morning."
Feng: "Not bad."
Han: "Not bad my ass, it's not even enough for me to go to a brothel once."
Feng: "You're really something, you have everything at home, why waste this money?"
Han: "Her body is rotten, I feel disgusted just looking at it."
Feng: "Haha, you little rascal. But you're not wrong. As your wife, if she can't satisfy you, she should make money so you can have your fun. That's only right."
Han: "Exactly. By the way, I wanted to ask you something. Do you still have any stock? I'm thinking of buying a baby boy soon."
Feng: "You've bought a wife and now you want to buy a son? Do you have enough money? Let me tell you, in the current market, baby boys are the most expensive."
Han: "Can't you help me pay for it first? When the time comes, she'll be acting crazy, dragging a little girl who's a few years old at her feet and holding a baby boy in her arms. She'll look even more pitiful and get even more money. She'll be able to pay you back with interest very quickly."
Feng: "Tsk... Old Han, I'm only saying this because I consider you a brother. If you're going to buy a daughter, buy a daughter. Not only is she cheaper, but you can also exchange her for a dowry when she grows up, and you won't feel bad if you fight with her. For something as important as a son, it's best to have your own flesh and blood."
Han: "You make it sound so easy. Who am I supposed to have a child with now? I feel disgusted just looking at that woman. I can't exactly buy another wife, can I?"
Feng: "Look at you, so pathetic! Here's what I'll do. My wife is five months pregnant now, and I took her for a checkup; it's a boy. After this baby is born, I'll lend her to you for a year. Whether you can have another son depends on your abilities."
The recording abruptly stopped as two men's lewd laughter mingled with a woman's suppressed and terrified sobs.
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