Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 732 Reporter Zhang Yang

Anxi, Fujian Province, a certain company.

"Luck is only temporary; failure and regret will haunt you for the rest of your lives!"

Zhang Yang stood in the hall, his eyes sharp, and stretched out his slender but firm right arm, pointing at the several fat, big-eared men standing opposite him one by one.

The men she pointed at all wore disdainful expressions, and a few even looked mocking.

"Reporter Zhang, this isn't your Dongzhou. Anyone can talk a good game, but it's useless!" A fat man standing in the middle mocked mercilessly.

His name is Cao Yang, and he works in the service industry. He's a well-known figure in the local Ponzi scheme circle. He has billions of yuan in cash lying in the bank that he can withdraw at any time. It's said that this is specifically for Ponzi scheme bosses who want to bring their money back to China to exchange for legal assets.

Zhang Yang swallowed hard, making one last attempt: "President Cao, we've already paid enough compensation, why can't we bring the child back?"

Cao Yang spread his hands, feigning ignorance, and said, "I really don't know this boy named Lin Yu you're talking about, and I don't know where he is. Hey, Zhang, what makes you think someone who got lost in Myanmar would be here with me? You should look for him where he got lost, coming here is just going in the wrong direction."

"Mr. Cao, everyone knows that KK Industrial Park is your company."

"KK Park, didn't you already find out everything? Why are you still coming here?"

"President Cao, please don't," Zhang Yang pleaded.

"Besides!" Cao Yang interrupted Zhang Yang without any politeness, and said sarcastically, "A person as capable as Reporter Zhang has the time to come to my little place to curse, why doesn't he just go to Myanmar to find someone?"

"Hahaha!" someone laughed out loud.

"This woman, she'll be crying for her daddy the very next day after she gets to Myanmar." Some people even made what they thought were dirty jokes.

"These little internet celebrities are just riding the wave of online popularity, aren't they? You think they're really here to speak up for the people? Oh, I get it, you guys are trying to provoke her into going to Myanmar so you can help her when you're drinking? Dream on!" someone sneered.

"Handrails? You could drive a train on them!" Someone brazenly displayed their vulgar tastes.

"Scum! Beasts!" Zhang Yang's eyes were icy cold, and he no longer had any hope. Getting these bloodsucking bastards to spit out a bone was harder than climbing to heaven.

She glanced around at everyone, then led the photographer Xiao Zhao and a middle-aged woman with a sorrowful face out of the lobby of Cao Yang's company.

"President Cao, this young lady is so uncooperative. Should we send a few people to teach her a lesson? Take some photos and videos or something?" After Zhang Yang and the others left, a burly man with prominent tattoos on his arms suggested.

Cao Yang's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile. A few years ago, if a young woman with no background or power had come knocking on his door like this, he would have resorted to even more ruthless methods.

The physical torture was nothing more than beatings, torture, and electrocution. For these experienced people who had returned from Myanmar, the real scenes were far more terrifying than people could imagine.

Physical torment is merely pain, but psychological torment is the unknown fear. It gradually destroys people's psychological defenses, causing them to break down and slowly go insane.

While leaving them unable to live or die, they squeeze every last drop of value from them and their families. Even if they have no money, they have a million ways to convert them into cash.

Generally speaking, after such an experience, people tend to crave death, or even rejoice in death, because they will finally no longer have to live and suffer this torment.

These methods are all summaries of practical experience in Myanmar.

Feeling a surge of power, Cao Yang curled his lips into a cold smile and said disdainfully, "She's just a woman, she can't cause much trouble. We don't need to worry about her. Things are strict outside now, we need to be careful ourselves." Then, as if still concerned, he added, "You guys better watch yourselves. Don't go around doing these scary things. We're all rich and have families now, not like before when we were barefoot and fearless. Be careful we get caught, or we'll put you in a cage and stomp you to death on a sewing machine!"

"Understood, Mr. Cao!" everyone responded in unison.

The group walked out of the gate. The middle-aged woman had a listless look in her eyes. She muttered someone's nickname to herself as she wandered aimlessly toward the bustling street.

"Sister Liu." Xiao Zhao was about to chase after her when Zhang Yang pulled her back.

Xiao Zhao hesitated and said, "Sister Yang, are we just going to ignore Sister Liu?"

Zhang Yang's face was heavy as he watched the woman leave alone. He blamed himself and said, "Before she found us, she had already suffered too much hardship and deception. We gave her hope, but today that hope has been shattered again. It must have been a huge blow to her. Oh well."

Xiao Zhao lowered his head: "Didn't we come all this way with her to look for her?"

Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze, looked at the young Zhao, and patiently explained, "You don't have children yet, so you don't know how devastating it is for a mother to lose her child."

Xiao Zhao pursed her lips and didn't refute anymore.

Standing on the bustling street, Zhang Yang suddenly felt very lonely.

Cao Yang's words kept echoing in her mind: "If you're so capable, go find them in Myanmar yourself!"

Zhang Yang shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind, and then headed to a well-known local law firm as planned.

The two arrived at the law firm and told the receptionist that they had made an appointment with Attorney Liu.

The clerk replied that Attorney Liu was still receiving guests and asked them to rest for a while at the small coffee table in the lobby.

"Thank you." Zhang Yang, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, thanked the clerk for the coffee, but didn't drink much of it, just looked forlornly at the scenery outside the window.

Xiao Zhao opened his laptop and started typing away.

At that moment, a man with a neat six-inch haircut sat down next to Zhang Yang with a cup of coffee and casually asked, "Here to bail someone out?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the man and then looked away, showing no interest in starting a conversation.

The short-haired man shrugged dismissively and continued, "That's true. Lawyers know all sorts of people, and maybe by sheer luck they can actually get someone out of trouble."

Zhang Yang picked up his cup, took a sip of coffee, and kept his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

The short-haired man chuckled: "It's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help. Sometimes, you have to depend on yourself."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao, who was engrossed in his work, immediately looked up and said sarcastically, "If you're so great, why are you here begging for help?"

The short-haired man put down his cup, his expression turning serious. He said in a deep voice, "I just want to give myself an explanation. Since the righteous path is blocked, I can't blame myself for braving mountains of knives and seas of fire."

What do you want to do?
Why not bravely venture into Myanmar?
Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at the man in front of him for the first time.

(End of this chapter)