Chapter 74 Both Palms and Backs of the Hands are Shit
Police quickly arrived at Ping An Building, took Lai into custody, and launched a full investigation.
In the end, a total of 86 hidden cameras were found, of which more than 30 belonged to rooms that were currently occupied.
These devices are hidden in all sorts of unexpected corners. Some are cleverly disguised in light fixtures, some are concealed inside smoke detectors, and others are placed behind seemingly ordinary power sockets. Their level of concealment is astonishing.
When the cold handcuffs snapped onto Boss Lai's wrists, he instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, his whole body slumping down.
Although it was a Monday, a workday, several tenants were still resting in their rooms while several sets of equipment were being dismantled.
From initially being completely confused and bewildered, to turning pale, and finally resorting to cursing.
Fortunately, the tenants here are almost all office workers from the surrounding area, both men and women, all young people in their twenties. After notifying each other, in less than ten minutes, some people had already brought their friends, partners, and colleagues to demand justice. More than 50 people crowded the scene, hurling insults and passionately venting their anger at Boss Lai.
Because there were too many people, the police contacted the property management of Ping An Building and asked them to take charge of calming the crowd.
As a result, a manager named Jia, who claimed to be the property manager of Ping An Building, arrived.
It was a man in his thirties, impeccably dressed in a suit, accompanied by two stern-looking security guards. He immediately declared, "This matter has nothing to do with our property management company or the building. We hope you'll have some manners and not cause trouble here!!!"
Listen to what people are saying.
These words were like a bowl of water poured into an already boiling pot of oil, instantly causing even greater turmoil!
"We're the ones paying the property management fees every month, and now you're saying it has nothing to do with us?!"
"You think you have any manners? Your whole family has any manners?! What nonsense are you spouting!"
"You were the one who recommended that I move here in the first place!!"
"You believe I'll beat you to death!"
Even Zhang Mo hadn't expected the management of Ping An Building to be such scum; she had even planned to move her company there. Luckily, the contract hadn't been signed yet.
Lang Xing and Lang Yue looked expectantly at the man who had threatened to beat the property management staff to death. They remembered Zhang Mo's instructions not to make the first move, so they waited for the tenants to make the first move, and then when the property management retaliated, the two brothers would quietly kick him a couple of times.
Not only the tenants, but even the police officers present turned green with shock.
I thought they came to mediate a fight, but it turns out they came to fan the flames.
The argument was escalating and was on the verge of physical violence. Left with no other option, the police officers took everyone present to the police station.
Because Zhang Mo was the one who reported the incident, even though she didn't suffer any actual loss, she still went to the police station.
It was probably only when they arrived at the police station and felt safe that Mr. Lai finally dared to speak. He sheepishly explained that he installed the surveillance cameras simply to prevent tenants from stealing things from the rooms, and that he had no other intentions. He was willing to pay compensation and begged them not to pursue the matter any further.
That's just plain stupid; even Jiang Mian and Wu Yun don't believe it.
However, after a technical examination by the police, it was found that there were no signs of the videos being copied or moved. After a comprehensive analysis of the whole matter, mediation began.
Mr. Lai, amidst tears and wailing, expressed his willingness to provide financial compensation to the victims. He offered to waive six months' rent for those who wished to continue living there, and offered 15,000 yuan in compensation to those who did not wish to continue living there.
As a result, some of the victims began to waver. After all, this could very well be several months' worth of their wages.
The property manager, Mr. Jia, chimed in, "You skipped work to deal with this matter. Does your boss even know about it? Don't end up not only not getting compensation but also losing your job."
It may sound harsh, but that's the truth.
Sign the letter of understanding, and you can take the compensation today.
If they don't sign, the future will be a long lawsuit, endless waiting, and a "justice" whose value is still unknown.
There are so few choices left for ordinary people in this world.
Both sides are shit, it's painful to choose either way.
What frustrated Zhang Mo the most was that she didn't even have the opportunity to make that choice.
According to the police, since their rental agreement had not been signed, no actual harm was caused, so she could not be considered a victim.
The police could only commend her for her courage in reporting the crime; otherwise, the case had nothing to do with her. She couldn't even get into the mediation room and had to wait outside.
She could only watch helplessly as young people of similar age as her gathered around her, and resigned herself to the reality.
The property manager, Mr. Jia, was also waiting outside with two security guards, but he seemed much more relaxed, as if he was used to it.
After one of the girls signed the letter of understanding, tears streamed down her face as she rushed out the door and accidentally bumped into Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo helped her up: "Are you alright?"
The girl looked up at Zhang Mo with tears in her eyes, then suddenly paused, "You're... President Zhang? The one who does live streaming. You mean... Han Xiao?"
The girl was a little flustered and couldn't quite express herself, but Zhang Mo still understood and nodded slightly: "Mm."
The girl instantly saw a glimmer of hope: "Then...Mr. Zhang, could you help us post this online so that more people can see it?"
She had just heard the police say that after receiving these letters of understanding, the boss, Lai, would only serve a maximum of one year in prison.
She still remembers the feeling she had when the police removed the miniature camera from her bedside, the feeling of being stripped naked and standing on a snowy street, on the verge of death.
She was unwilling to accept it; she was truly unwilling to accept it.
She was filled with hatred. Why did the person who hurt her so much only receive such a light punishment?
Zhang Mo had just begun to speak when she was suddenly interrupted: "I—"
Manager Jia said, "Miss, you're going too far with your words. Mr. Zhang has nothing to do with this matter. Why should he bother with your troubles? Besides, you've already received compensation. Don't be too greedy."
The girl froze, then lowered her head in shame: "I was presumptuous." She covered her face and quickly left.
"Hey..." The girl ran too fast, it could even be considered an escape, and Zhang Mo didn't have time to stop her.
Zhang Mo turned around and looked coldly at Manager Jia: "So what does this have to do with you?"
Manager Jia smiled and stepped closer: "Actually, I knew who General Manager Zhang was at first glance, and I did know about him before."
Mr. Zhang's recent online influence is undeniable; his marketing skills are truly outstanding and worthy of our emulation.
Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes: "Marketing?"
Manager Jia shrugged: "Those so-called 'masters,' 'finding missing persons,' and even 'dead people' certainly make for great entertainment. But Mr. Zhang, you can't expect everyone in the world to be stupid enough to believe that, can you?"
Manager Jia elegantly straightened his tie: "Mr. Zhang, we are both smart people."
Let me get straight to the point. You should be aware of Ping An Real Estate's strength. This recent public opinion event is indeed a good topic, but if you can be more open-minded, there will be plenty of opportunities for future cooperation, which will definitely bring greater benefits to your company.
Mr. Zhang, don't you think so?
Zhang Mo laughed; she laughed because she was angry.
Lang Xing and Lang Yue looked at her anxiously: What are you babbling about? I can't understand a word. Can't we just get out of here and find a place to beat this kid up?
Even Jiang Mian and Wu Yun exchanged glances: Is he bullying the boss? We don't know, should we throw him in the water and interrogate him later?
Zhang Mo gestured to the restless demons behind him to calm down, and slowly began to speak—
"First of all, people with similar intelligence levels to me have at least achieved the top score in their city's college entrance exam. So, I don't know what supports you and makes you dare to call yourself smart in front of me."
Second, no matter how powerful Ping An Real Estate is, what does it have to do with you, a mere watchdog? If you're so capable, let your boss come and talk to me in person.
Third, you just said you know me, which only shows that your information gathering ability is terrible.
If you did any research, you'd know how terrible the last person who offended me ended up.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
