Chapter 183 Manipulating People’s Hearts
"Okay, Zhang Yang, you are indeed a rich woman!"

Li Zi saw General Zheng's female secretary from afar in the car, and angrily wanted to reach out and twist Zhang Yang's ear, but she was afraid of breaking it, so she couldn't bear to do it.

"How do you know she is a rich woman?" Zhang Yang asked back.

"The bag she was holding was a new Chanel spring model, and the one she was wearing was a new Prada model from last fall's show. Her shoes were a little worse, they were a new LV model of the season..."

"Do you think she is a little rich woman?"

Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at Li Zi. Is this the look of a rich and beautiful woman?

In his opinion, the other person was carrying a small black leather bag, wearing a slightly hot skirt, and a pair of blue sneakers.

It's very normal!

"This was bought for him by her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is my friend who got into trouble."

"Do you understand?" Zhang Yang explained.

"Then why do her eyes light up when she looks at you?"

"Because the sun is behind us."

Zhang Yang quickly explained everything to Li Zi, but later he found out that the reason Li Zi let down her guard so quickly was because she felt that the secretary's attire meant that the other person was not as rich as she was.

Rich women do think differently.

When she saw Zhang Yang, the secretary was so excited that she almost cried. Of course, it might also be because she was dazzled by the sun.

In short, while wiping her tears, she told Zhang Yang everything that General Zheng had told her, word for word.

The 50 million contract and mummies are the top priorities.

Zheng Xiangqian meant that there was no need for Zhang Yang to rescue him, he just hoped that Zhang Yang could help manage the factory temporarily and not stop production.

After the task is completed, he will be given 5 million yuan as a reward for his hard work.

"Mr. Zhang, you will agree to help Mr. Zheng, right?"

The young secretary had tears in the corners of her eyes and her peach blossom eyes blinked as she looked at him pitifully.

"Please bring the contract here for me to see first." Zhang Yang replied.

He felt that there was something wrong with the contract for 50 pieces.

Although the secretary said that the other party bought the inventory first and then placed additional orders, it seemed like they recognized the factory's level.

But the European market cannot absorb 50 mummies.

Zhang Yang believes in Anna's judgment because her mother is a professional.

When he saw the signature of "Isabella" on the contract, the strange feeling in his heart became even stronger.

Why is there a Bella here too?
Sam's wife is also called Bella. Could it be that when he introduced her, he didn't call her by her full name?

Zhang Yang called Anna immediately.

The latter called the airline and confirmed that Sam's wife's full name was "Isabella".

There is no way around it. You must use your real name when signing a contract, otherwise it will have no legal effect.

"So, it was Mr. Zheng's enemy who deliberately placed a large order with him in order to take revenge on him, hoping to starve him to death?"

Li Zi analyzed based on the existing information:

"Then this enemy is quite thoughtful."

"It's not such a coincidence. Mr. Zheng just got the order and someone falsely accused him. It seems that they don't want him to complete the order."

"How can you be sure it's a false accusation?" Li Zi asked back, "What if he really sold the cultural relics?"

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I'm more inclined to believe that he was framed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked me to help keep an eye on the order, but would have entrusted the factory and his girlfriend to me."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he was stunned.

Why does this plot seem familiar?
By the way, that was the time when General Zheng went in. He entrusted the case to his cousin.

After this analysis, Zheng Xiangqian should know that he is not in serious trouble this time. If he had been mentally prepared to go to jail like last time, he would have entrusted his son to Zhang Yang long ago.

"That makes sense." Li Zi also agreed with Zhang Yang's opinion.

She volunteered:
"Leave this to me. It's time to show you how powerful our family's network is."

"Sam, the black Englishman, huh? I can quickly find out who he has come into contact with."

"Okay, then I'll rely on you in this regard."

Li Zi offered to help, so Zhang Yang was of course not polite, since President Zheng owed her a favor after all.

He turned to the secretary and said:

"The factory should continue production. If you have any questions, just call me. I'll come over anytime."

"Isabella is very likely to want to pay the penalty. This is the only benefit I can think of from sending President Zheng to jail."

"During this period, there is a high probability that someone will come to cause trouble. Please notify me in time and I will find a solution."

It turned out that Zhang Yang's intuition was correct.

People came one after another.

The first to come were the forestry department, which was responsible for reviewing specimen production issues. They said they had received a report that the factory was illegally producing animal specimens.

Fortunately, General Zheng listened to Zhang Yang's previous words and used his connections to get the certificate.

Just barely getting by.

Next came the person in charge of production safety in the subdistrict office, who said someone had reported that the factory was using dangerous chemicals.

Zhang Yang led people directly into the room where the chicken mummies were pickled and introduced the raw materials bit by bit, convincing the people who came to inspect.

Finally, the police came to the door and said that consumers had reported that the factory was making fake cultural relics and engaging in fraudulent activities.

As a result, when the whistleblower saw Zhang Yang, he immediately said that he might have made a mistake.

Because that person was the stall owner who used to sell goods on Qingzhou Antique Street.

When he saw Zhang Yang here, he felt numb and just wanted to go home quickly.

Zhang Yang finally found a soft persimmon, so of course he would not let him get away with it easily, and questioned him directly in front of the police:
"Is it possible that I made a mistake?"

"It was just a mistake!" said the stall owner guiltily.

"Okay, then you're making a false accusation + slander, get ready to receive a lawyer's letter."

"Just wait and see how I sue you."

Zhang Yang finished speaking lightly, and the stall owner panicked and begged for mercy:

"Boss, don't be like this. I'm blind. Just treat me like a piece of shit!" "You don't want to go to court? That's fine. Tell me, who instructed you to falsely accuse me?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No one instructed me to do that. I made the mistake myself."

"You're a mummies vendor, and you made a mistake? Fine, then wait for me to pull out the big bald guy behind you."

"Do you know who it is?"

"I know. His appearance is too eye-catching."

On the second day after Mr. Zheng’s accident, Zhang Yang saw Sam and Uncle Dong coming in through the surveillance camera in the park.

Combined with the information from Li Zi, the person responsible for the trouble has basically been identified.

However, without substantial evidence, there is nothing we can do for the time being.

But now, with the false accusation coming over, the nature of the matter has changed.

Do you know about the crime of false accusation? And the person who instigates is also an accomplice!
Zhang Yang asked his secretary to fetch General Zheng's Criminal Law, turned to Article 243 "False accusation and framing", and handed it to the stall owner, asking him to study it himself.

After a while, the stall owner raised his head with a complicated expression and said to the policeman beside him:

"Officer, if I turn myself in now, will that count as meritorious service?"

……

The next day, Uncle Dong was arrested at his home in Linzhou.

Also arrested were the black man Sam and several grave robbers.

Sam was giving the tomb robbers the money they had used to buy the cultural relics. For safety reasons, they used cash, and the payment was made in Uncle Dong's private residence.

For fear of being seen, they pulled the curtains together in broad daylight, just like a gang gathering.

This also created a good environment for the police to make arrests.

Not only did they catch the whole gang in one fell swoop, but they also caught the perpetrators red-handed.

Zheng Xiangqian, who was in the detention center, had already prepared to appeal.

I didn't expect that he would be released in the end.

"What's going on?" Mr. Zheng asked the secretary who came to pick him up.

"I actually don't know either. Mr. Zhang brought a very beautiful and wealthy woman with him, and then the two of them analyzed the situation and found the mastermind behind it."

"And then?" Mr. Zheng asked doubtfully.

"Then many people came to cause trouble, but Mr. Zhang took them on various tours and sent them away."

"no yet?"

"Also, someone brought the police to Mr. Zhang's house, and when the man saw Mr. Zhang, he turned himself in to the police, saying that he had made a false accusation."

"It's really gone this time."

After the secretary finished speaking, she looked at her boss:

"Mr. Zheng, do you understand?"

"I understand." Zheng Xiangqian nodded: "Zhang Yang is Yuri, who can control other people's minds. The bad guys are all controlled by him."

"So that's how it is!" The secretary nodded in sudden realization: "Then, boss, what is Yuri?"

"You don't need to know this. Let's go, celebrate my coming out and buy you a bag."

"By the way, how is our order?"

“It stopped a week ago.”

"Stop? Why? Who told you to stop?"

Zheng Xiangqian was shocked, and the joy of regaining his freedom was instantly wiped out.

"It was Mr. Zhang who asked us to stop."

"He said if you don't stop, Mr. Zheng, you will have to sleep with a mummy in your arms for the rest of your life after you get out."

……

What Zhang Yang said was not alarmist at all.

The efficiency of the mummy factory was so high that before Sam was arrested, it produced more than 20,000 mummies in just over a week.

When will this be sold out?

As for Bella's order, you can't count on it.

Sam was convicted of the crime of trafficking in cultural relics. In addition to this frame-up, there is a high probability that he will also be held accountable for his previous actions.

According to the information Zhang Yang had found out, this black man could probably go to prison and live out his retirement with his bros.

Well, Isabella, who has returned to England, will never come to fulfill the contract unless she is crazy.

It doesn't matter if Sam goes to jail. For Bella, it's just like he ran away.

Anyway, it is in line with the traditional customs of black people.

Therefore, the production of mummies must be stopped. Otherwise, after Zheng Zong is released, before he can file an international lawsuit and collect the contract damages, he will have to sell his butt first to pay off the payment for the goods, wages, warehouse management fees, etc.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Yang saved him twice, once by capturing Uncle Dong and his men, and once by stopping the factory from production.

"Speaking of which, with so many mummies, why not let Anna help sell some?"

"Come on, Anna, answer Miss Li's question."

In the antique shop, Zhang Yang was caught between two women and was in a dilemma.

He didn't want to be a mouthpiece, so whenever the two women had a problem, he would lie back and let them communicate face to face.

"Because Europeans no longer like mummies," Anna explained.

“Shipping to Europe would only cost a huge amount of money in shipping costs.”

"Then why not ship it to Egypt instead of Europe?"

A young girl's voice suddenly came from the corridor at the door.

Zhang Yang and the other two looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

It turned out to be Shen Yiyi, who came with her senior schoolmate Zhu Ruyan.

Zhang Yang quickly called Uncle Hu, who was sorting things in the warehouse, to come out and help with the reception.

A man must be called out, otherwise in this small antique shop, Zhang Yang, alone against four women, would find it difficult not to be suppressed.

(End of this chapter)