Chapter 141: General Zheng Returns as King

Officer Chen came over to investigate Zhang Yang's corpse case and also brought a few certificates of honor.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen someone receive so many honorary certificates at once."

“Maybe it’s because I’m involved in so many cases.”

Zhang Yang smiled sheepishly.

"In fact, if you, Officer Chen, also have a master who is a tomb robber, and your master has many accomplices who are on the run, then you can also get a certificate."

"Oh, I know what you're talking about. The 5.20 tomb robbery, right? But that's only one picture!"

"You still have two more!"

"This one was sent by the province, and it should be about the tomb robbers in Jiufeng Village." Zhang Yang explained.

"I know this too, the gang fight in the fake village."

"What about the ones in the district?"

"It was sent by the district. I guess it's Mr. Zheng's case."

"Mr. Zheng? Who is that?"

"Zheng Xiangqian, a falling star in the shareholder fraud world."

Thinking of President Zheng, Zhang Yang sighed helplessly. What a pity. President Zheng is definitely a talent. With him around, the chances of tomb robberies in Qingzhou would be much lower.

Because someone would dig up the fake tomb he built.

However, for such a talent, prison is indeed the best destination for him.

Zhang Yang was sighing when Officer Chen suddenly asked:
"This Zheng Xiangqian you're talking about, doesn't he have a northern accent, show his two big front teeth when he smiles, and likes to touch his cheeks when he talks?"

"Yes, yes, yes. And he also likes to get close to people. Officer Chen, have you also met Mr. Zheng?"

"Yes, he was at a wooden house barbecue in the city yesterday and had a fight with Mr. Huang from the antique market. I was at the scene and helped my colleagues in the district catch him."

"what?"

Zhang Yang originally thought that it might just be a coincidence of having the same name, but when Officer Chen mentioned Mr. Huang from the antique market, it must be Zheng Xiangqian.

It seems that General Zheng should be sentenced.

And it's a suspended sentence, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out.

I’m quite lucky, Zhang Yang sighed in his heart.

He cheated foreigners out of so much money, but he was still given a suspended sentence in the end. Did he hire Lawyer Luo to help him with the lawsuit?

I wonder if Mr. Zheng can take back the business from his cousin after he is released?
Stage a drama of the king's return?

Maybe God wanted to satisfy Zhang Yang's desire to watch the show. Not long after he sent Officer Chen away, a white BYD stopped at the gate of Zhang Yang's house.

Zheng Xiangqian, with a bruised face and nose, limped to the big iron gate and knocked gently:
"Is Master Zhang here?"

"Who?"

Zhang Yang walked out and was shocked by Zheng Xiangqian's condition.

What kind of weight loss crash course did you sign up for? How did you become so thin?
"Are you Mr. Zheng?"

"Yes, I'm Zheng Xiangqian. Master Zhang, it's been a long time since we last met. I really missed you so much."

"Don't be in a hurry to die. Come, let's go into the house and talk."

Seeing that General Zheng had difficulty walking, Zhang Yang helped him sit down on a stone bench.

After Zheng Xiangqian was released from prison, he was busy quarreling with his cousin. It was the first time he felt the warmth of the world.

I don't know why, but my nose suddenly felt sore...

"Boss Zheng, why are you crying too?"

"Also?" Zheng Xiangqian sniffed his nose: "Has anyone else sat here and cried?"

"There was a policeman just now, too."

"police?!"

When Zheng Xiangqian heard this, he subconsciously stood up and stood straight to the side.

How can I sit in this seat? It's an overstepping of authority.

"Mr. Zheng, please relax."

"Don't stand at attention with your legs."

"Here, as long as you don't commit any crime, no police will come to arrest you."

"Okay, sit down and rest for a while."

Zheng Xiangqian felt that there was something wrong with what Zhang Yang said, but he couldn't figure it out, so he sat down stammering.

After drinking several cups of hot tea, he let out a long sigh, held Zhang Yang with both hands and said:
"Master Zhang, this is so difficult for me."

"My cousin has transferred all my property away. Now I only have 20 million cold dollars in my account. Apart from that, there is nothing else!" How much? 20 million?

Zhang Yang pulled his hand back without leaving a trace.

Seeing General Zheng’s miserable appearance, I thought he had suffered some great punishment, but I didn’t expect he still had the energy to act so arrogantly.

The injury wasn't serious.

If I had known earlier, I should have charged for this cup of tea.

"Mr. Zheng, with your wealth, you are already financially free in Qingzhou. There is no need to be so pessimistic." Zhang Yang comforted from afar.

He really couldn't empathize with the pain of a multi-millionaire.

"But my girlfriend was stolen, my family property was transferred by my cousin, and my construction team was disbanded by him."

"The loss from this wave is at least over 100 million."

"Master Zhang, you are the first person who is willing to help me after I got out. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. After all, we were partners before."

Zhang Yang was just saying this to be polite, but he didn't expect Zheng Xiangqian to be waiting for him here.

"Well said! Partner."

"Master Zhang, can we continue to cooperate in the future?"

"Boss Zheng, are you going to go back to your old job?"

Zhang Yang looked at Zheng Xiangqian in surprise. Is this man's desire to work so strong?
That’s why they didn’t go to the Second Prison, otherwise they would have been rolled to death by Boss Zheng when they were operating the sewing machines!

But Zhang Yang was wrong about one thing.

Mr. Zheng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to do his previous job anymore.

Now I have to start a new business and take a different path.

That is to make money from foreigners in a reasonable and legal way.

"It's true."

Zheng Xiangqian dipped a tissue in the tea and washed his aching eyes. Then he looked at Zhang Yang with a sincere look and said:
"When I was in the detention center, I kept thinking about why I was sent to prison for the second time."

"I also consulted my defense lawyer."

"Finally I found the reason and explained the fraud clearly."

"Ah? Have you washed it? How did you do that?" Zhang Yang felt that when Mr. Zheng said these words, there was a philosophical air in his voice.

Could it be that he really gained enlightenment in the detention center?

There was soap in the detention center, and today I know who I am?

"In fact, the lawyer found the simultaneous interpreter and testified that I did not make any promises to the foreigners at that time, and my things were all dug out from the ancient tomb."

"This... isn't anything special?"

"Yes, Master Zhang, you don't have enough understanding!"

Mr. Zheng excitedly explained:
"From now on, I can deceive foreigners openly and honestly. If something goes wrong, I can say it was the translator who mistranslated my words and caused my foreign friends to misunderstand me."

"Is there any translator willing to give it to you?" Zhang Yang questioned.

"There are none in China, so why not look for one abroad, a Chinese college student in Southeast Asia, who can be a part-time translator? Their Chinese is not good, so it's okay if they make mistakes in the translation, right?"

"Reasonable."

When Zhang Yang heard Mr. Zheng say that the translator should be from abroad, he knew that his logic had been closed.

It really made him realize it.

It seems that going to jail really works.

Zhang Yang suddenly looked forward to the day when his master would be released from prison.

The Dragon King won’t return directly, right?
"Master Zhang, I have already told you the truth. Can you tell me the truth now?"

"What are you going to say?"

"What's the level of your antique jades?" Zheng Xiangqian looked at Zhang Yang with sharp eyes.

This question continued to bother him while he was in the detention center.

"I don't know either. Besides, I rarely make antique jade now. I am in the process of transformation."

"Then what do you do?"

"Mostly mummification."

Zhang Yang pointed to the wooden coffin standing upright in the corner, waiting for the paint to dry.

(End of this chapter)