Chapter 66: I Said It All

When the female reporter was found, she had just finished a delivery order, collected a ten-dollar tip, and was happily parked by the roadside waiting for the next order.

By the way, she was also posting short essays online and arguing with people.

The short essay went like this:

【A friend called to ask about my community's property fees, and I said I was delivering food!

The friend was greatly shocked: "My goodness, delivering food, is that something you can do?" I answered her: "Of course, and I enjoy it endlessly!" The friend said: "I finally understand America's power; it can transform a petty-bourgeois woman who worried about the country and the people domestically into America's top-grade labor force."】

The female reporter posted on a Chinese platform; she originally had quite a few fans, and soon people saw it, liked and reposted, and there were even paid appreciations; the heat shot up at once.

Some praised her as powerful, able to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to come to the free country.

Some were surprised she didn't live her perfectly good life but ran abroad to do the hardest work, and still enjoyed it endlessly?

Finally a clear-headed passerby scrolled to this post and commented below:

【Is it possible that the reason you were a petty-bourgeois woman with time to worry about the country and the people domestically was because you had no worries about food and clothing and ate too well!

Once in America, you can't eat your fill or stay warm, and can only desperately rush about delivering food, working to earn three meals a day.

You can only be a bottom-rung grade-A labor force in America.

So you don't have that damn time to worry about the country and the people!

Why do you bother?】

This comment instantly punctured her self-deception and self-comfort; she broke down at once, and with the fastest speed deleted that reply and set the comment section to no comments allowed.

If she couldn't see it, she would pretend no one had posted hateful comments against her.

Then she also started scrolling through other people's posts.

Then she saw a post with a picture attached; in the picture were fallen trees and collapsed houses, and below was text: 【The power has been out for 5 days already; trees have fallen all over the community roads, and no one has come out to manage it; now we don't even hold hope for the power to come back!】

The female reporter took one look and immediately got excited, hurriedly commenting below: 【Domestically it's like this; usually the propaganda is all good, but once summer comes and power cuts should happen, they still have to cut power!】

Maybe the author was bored and also happened to be online; not long after she commented, the author directly replied with a sentence that was a huge slap in the face for her:

【But this is in America!】

The female reporter fell silent, feeling as if someone had virtually slapped her hard across the face; after a moment of silence, she gritted her teeth and posted another comment under the reply: 【Oh, I misread it, I misread it; turns out it's America, this problem isn't big.

Every household here has a generator, so complete energy self-sufficiency can be achieved.】

Just as she sent that comment out, the car door was suddenly yanked open.

She looked and saw that at some point several cars had surrounded her, and several Asian men had gotten out; the one who yanked open her car door was one of them.

It should be that when she was arguing with people online just now, she was too absorbed and didn't notice.

This was also a habit she had cultivated domestically, habitually thinking that America's roadsides were also very safe, so she parked by the road and didn't lock the car door.

At this time it was no different from courting death! "Get out of the car, come with us for a trip!"

Originally she was a bit nervous, but when she heard Mandarin, she instantly wasn't nervous anymore: "What are you doing? Did you get my permission? Just yanking open my car door!"

But the moment the other party drew a gun, she shut up.

At this moment she realized this wasn't domestic; women don't have much special privilege; LGBTQ are the kings.

And it was very obvious that the people in front of her weren't police...

Even if they were police, American police aren't like domestic grandpas; they don't have any "people-oriented" approach; what they're best at is emptying the magazine.

So the moment she saw the gun, she became obedient! "Your name is Lin Xiyue."

Zhang Rusong sat in front of the woman, sitting very close.

"Yes." The female reporter was a bit flustered; this man in front of her and these Asians standing beside him, one look and you could tell they weren't good people.

"I know you just emigrated here not long ago, you have a daughter, and a man.

Before I ask you things, let me introduce myself! This is the Fuzhou Bang.

The largest Chinese gang in all of America; I am the boss of this gang's Los Angeles Hall.

Personally coming to question you counts as giving you a lot of face! Do you understand?"

Zhang Rusong said faintly, very calmly; he was only wearing a simple ordinary casual outfit, looking like cheap street-stall goods not worth much money.

With such dress and calm tone, if it weren't for this occasion and those many Asian men standing beside him eyeing her like tigers, the female reporter might even have taken him for a domestic loser incel.

But now, she didn't dare have a shred of such thoughts, because she also knew what kind of group the Fuzhou Bang was.

"This boss, wh-wh-what do you want to ask?"

She spoke with a bit of a stammer, not from fear, just a bit nervous, wanting to pee.

Zhang Rusong took out a photo; on it were Ceng Hongbing and Chen Yaozu as captured by surveillance, screenshots enlarged.

"This older one, is he your man?"

"No no, we just know each other, we walked the line together, he's not my man!"

The female reporter hurriedly cleared the relationship; she knew this gang boss had found her to question her and produced this photo, so these two must have committed something.

No wonder Ceng Hongbing came back to let her take her daughter and go with him; she refused once and he immediately slipped away; turns out he had offended the gang.

Zhang Rusong did not say he had investigated that Ceng Hongbing had stayed overnight at her house; after all, in America, fleeting affairs are also very common.

"What I want to know now is all the information on these two men; you won't refuse me, right?"

"But I really don't know much!"

The female reporter trembled in fright, tears uncontrollably welling up; she really didn't know much.

"Ceng Hongbing just borrowed money from me to buy a car, rent a house, paid my utilities and property fees for me, so my daughter could have utility receipts to go to school.

So I let him sleep a few times, there really wasn't any deep relationship; I only know he has a fellow townsman who introduced him to renovation and construction work, and excavator operator and welder jobs.

The rest I really don't know.

This big brother, let me go!

This really has nothing to do with me!!"

I see, Zhang Rusong's face suddenly turned cold and impatient; the calm expression could no longer be maintained.

He spoke so calmly, rather than letting the Criminal Hall people extract a confession, precisely because he was worried about offending those two mysterious men.

When friend or foe is unclear, a kindly attitude can leave more remainder.

Leave a line when dealing with people, so you can meet again later!

Of course this is when facing those with strength; as for those without strength, who are you? Since this woman isn't that important, she isn't worthy of his pleasant expression.

"Drag her away, I want all the information on these two people that she knows!"

As a former reporter, a literature enthusiast, someone who has read no few novels and written no few, Lin Xiyue naturally knows what being dragged away means.

Seeing the little brother beside her really about to come over, she hurriedly called out: "No need to drag me away, I'll tell everything I know, I still have Ceng Hongbing's phone number."

(Chapter End)