Chapter 1522
The Devil's Advocate
Dengdengdeng.
beep, beep...
The constant knocking made Smith, whose head was foggy and whose kidneys were empty, reluctantly open his eyes.
"WHO THE FUCK!"
He got up cursing and swearing, and after taking only a few steps, he jumped up, clutching his big toe.
"Awoooooo..." I stepped on a small toy on the ground.
He cursed even more fiercely, and didn't even notice that the two girls who had spent the night with him were nowhere to be found.
Click, the door opened, and the foreigner saw a familiar, yet unusually cold, face through the crack in the door.
"open……"
The foreigner scratched his head.
"What time is it? What do you want with me?"
“3:45 a.m., that’s your first question.” Zhang Yuan raised a finger.
"I will answer your second question slowly."
"Game time is over, Smith."
After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, several burly men forcefully pushed open the door.
The door panel hit the foreigner on the head, and it hurt him a lot.
After a moment of dizziness, he was about to curse when he suddenly felt a lightness all over his body.
It then slammed heavily onto the hotel carpet.
At the same time, a series of twisting and creaking sounds came from my hands and feet, followed by sharp pains and a sudden surge of soreness from my joints.
"what……"
He had barely uttered half a sentence, his English, tinged with a southern North American accent, stuck in his throat before a large hand grabbed his throat.
His voice blocked it out.
Zhang Yuan entered the house, and the two bodyguards behind him closed the door.
There were two older men watching outside the door.
Smith, now covered in sweat, could have all his joints dislocated with a snap of Zhang Yuan's fingers.
There were also three or four bodyguards stationed at the room's windows, bathroom door, and other locations to prevent any accident from happening if the items were lost.
After training before the Lunar New Year, these people became much more shrewd and capable.
Zhang Yuan dragged a chair over and placed it in front of Smith, who was pinned to the ground, before sitting down steadily.
There is an old saying in China.
“Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts,” Zhang Yuan said calmly.
"Although I had some expectations, I still thought too highly of you."
"I thought you at least wanted to do business properly."
"So I'll communicate with you in a business-like manner."
"Now I realize that you are dealing with me like liars and robbers."
"Therefore, I can only respond with the same attitude."
"What are you doing!" the foreigner roared after being released.
"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you slowly next."
Zhang Yuan's gaze turned exceptionally cold.
The warmth in his personality is reserved only for those who love him and those he loves.
But lately he feels that this already limited warmth is rapidly slipping away.
"First of all, how dare you come to China again?"
"Have the guts to show your face in front of me again."
"You are so arrogant that you think I would try to please someone who deceived me without any scruples."
How dare you!
Zhang Yuan quoted the same famous saying as the environmental activist.
He was furious.
He was furious that the foreigner didn't treat him like a human being at all and looked down on him so much.
They were angry that the other side dared to do this, because of the impression left on white people by a bunch of spineless Chinese "predecessors".
He is outwardly fierce but inwardly weak; he would rather befriend friendly nations than his own servants.
He's a dragon at home, but a worm abroad.
These are the impressions that many wealthy Chinese people leave on foreigners.
Do foreigners really respect people like that?
They'll take advantage of you, but they'll never consider you one of their own.
I might even find you disgusting from the bottom of my heart.
What we fear most is not that foreigners look down on us, but that our own people look down on us and even help outsiders bully our own people.
Now, foreigners are bullying me. What should I do?
Do it according to the rules.
And you don't respect me, but I respect you.
Do it according to your local rules.
"Zhang Ziyi won't be coming."
"I want to emphasize again that as the company owner, I will not force any female artist to sell her body."
"No one can shake my principles, not even you."
Zhang Yuan looked down at the other party with a superior air.
The arrogant foreigners who were previously so haughty were now forced to grovel at his feet.
"As for those two women from earlier..."
"Badger game?"
Before he could finish speaking, the foreigner spoke first.
“Honey trap, Badger game, prostitution sting,” Zhang Yuan rattled off several English phrases.
"It doesn't matter what you think."
They all mean "honey trap".
This phrase comes from the famous "Three Words and Two Slaps" collection, specifically from the story "Second Collection of Amazing Stories".
The Three Words and Two Slaps are both divine books, embodying the wisdom of the ancients.
In Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan, it's called "catching yellow-legged chickens".
In old Shanghai, they were a type of "con artist".
Just like how adding lard makes a dish taste better.
And it's not just Chinese cuisine that does this; French cuisine does it too.
That's why Chinese and French cuisines are considered among the world's finest cuisines; the underlying principles are the same.
He also used the simplest method to deal with this guy.
Doing things is the same as cooking.
Because it was too simplistic and crude, foreigners never thought of it this way.
Even now, I still can't believe it.
"China is a country ruled by law!"
"You can't treat me, a foreigner, like this."
"I am protected by the embassy!" the foreigner shouted.
“You can’t be uncivilized just because our country is civilized,” Zhang Yuan criticized.
"Our country is indeed a society governed by the rule of law, but the premise is that it only protects law-abiding citizens."
“Participating in or organizing MY activities is illegal.”
“If I call the police now, you will face up to 15 days of detention and will be prosecuted by the prosecutor’s office.”
"You're framing me!"
Zhang Yuan waved, and Brother Long, wearing gloves, brought over several plastic bags.
It contained women's underwear.
"Your DNA is on this, the evidence is irrefutable."
"Also, you can think about why I would bring you here instead of having this kind of fun in the capital?"
These hotels are all owned by Hengdian Group; he didn't just pick any random place to play around.
"Moreover, I did not frame you. You walked into this room yourself, got into bed yourself, and left these pieces of evidence yourself."
Zhang Yuan waved his hand dismissively, signaling Brother Long to take the dirty stuff away.
"You asked me to know how smooth Asian women's skin is."
"I'm just fulfilling your request."
"This is my way of treating guests," Zhang Yuan said, spreading his hands generously.
"Of course, if you don't like going through legal channels, I have other options."
Zhang Yuan waved his hand, and the bodyguards opened the lampshade of the chandelier, the cover of the TV box, the base of the coffee table lamp, and the switch box of the bedside lamp.
Several miniature cameras were taken out of it.
He played the role of Mr. Jiu Zhang today...
“I think your performance just now…” Zhang Yuan said, laughing.
"The entire process was recorded."
"I can guarantee that within 24 hours you will be famous throughout China."
"Within 48 hours, your video will get tens of thousands of likes on YouTube."
"And soon, major television stations around the world will be reporting your news."
"You'll become famous, more famous than any Hollywood star."
“You are still committing a crime; you are deliberately deceiving me.” “I will sue you!” the man on the ground continued to roar.
And it became increasingly insane.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed him with some local slang.
"I'll hire the best lawyers and sue you until you're bankrupt!"
"And don't even think about coming to North America again, or I'll have someone put you in jail."
"Let ten perverts take turns torturing you!"
Zhang Yuan listened and relaxed by crossing his legs.
"Brother Long, bring the computer over."
"Show it to him."
Brother Long pointed his laptop screen at the man on the ground, while simultaneously having someone turn his head around.
"Oh, baby!"
Press the play button, and the sound that often appears in some European and American adult films will play on the computer.
"Fast forward," Zhang Yuan ordered, frowning.
"Fast forward...fast forward...stop!"
He only stopped after seeing a certain scene and asked Brother Long to play it again.
Upon seeing the video content, the person on the ground immediately experienced a contraction in their pupils and a visibly trembling of their lips.
He glanced again at the scattered wine bottles on the ground.
Beer, wine, whiskey...
Have everything.
We drank quite a bit to liven things up.
I'm still feeling dizzy.
Alcohol is a good thing.
It not only exposes people's true nature, but also amplifies it.
The two professional women also prepared a lot of small props.
In addition to common items such as sexy lingerie and black stockings, there are also some special services prepared exclusively for foreigners.
One of them was a pretty cool outfit.
A black peaked cap with a two-winged eagle on the front.
This was specially prepared for him.
He had drunk too much and was in a foreign country, so he put on his clothes without any restraint.
He brandished the small leather whip wildly.
He was still talking.
Zhang Yuan's face was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
He's a professional; he doesn't usually laugh... unless he can't help it.
He was laughing, while the man on the ground looked ashen.
Who are the most numerous people in the Hollywood entertainment industry?
Let alone the entertainment industry, the financial sector, the media industry, or even the deep-seated government, who are the most numerous?
In particular, the old rednecks in the south hate those who use various financial means to exploit them.
If the internal conflicts within the Lighthouse really explode, who will they use as an outlet?
Zhang Yuan leaned down slightly and spoke gently in a friendly tone.
“I have heard that your wife and her family are Jewish.”
"What would they think if they saw this content?"
The person on the ground couldn't help but shiver, his whole body trembling.
"Let him go," Zhang Yuan ordered.
The sweating was immediately relieved.
Because now there's no need to keep him under control.
The facts have already overwhelmed him!
The information Harvey gave him was very useful.
Especially after he repeatedly deduced the truth, he understood the other person's sexual repression problem.
He must have been feeling really stifled at home, otherwise he wouldn't have gone out to find a prostitute.
Given this, Zhang Yuan guessed that this person probably harbored resentment.
He resented his wife's family for trampling him underfoot, yet he had no choice but to submit.
So, with the help of alcohol, he would vent his usual frustrations.
To vent through the most extreme means...
He needs psychological compensation, and I'll give it to him.
Foreigners, of course, understand that this makeup look is unacceptable.
But since he was abroad, in a world not dominated by white people, he dared to act so recklessly.
Zhang Yuan's feigned servility only made him more smug.
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.
"It's not just your wife."
"What would be the reaction of other North Americans or even Europeans if they saw this?"
Zhang Yuan put on the energy of a storyteller.
"I think this will happen."
“Everyone will immediately distance themselves from you, whether it’s your wife or your company.”
"And you'll never find any job, any decent job, back in your hometown again."
"From now on, you'll only be able to do odd jobs like washing cars, washing dishes, and weeding."
"But soon, you'll be recognized and lose these jobs."
"Then, you won't be able to afford your credit card."
"Your car loan, mortgage, and student loan will instantly wipe out your already meager savings."
"Your house will be auctioned off, and you will be evicted onto the street."
"Then you'll be living with those addicts in a tent."
"We can only rely on queuing up for relief meals to fill our stomachs."
"You will gradually become thinner and weaker as a result, but your medical insurance has already been canceled because you haven't paid the premiums."
"Insurance companies will not pay attention to a customer who has lost the ability to pay."
"The coldest day of the year may be Christmas."
"While others are celebrating with their families, you will freeze and starve to death in a dilapidated, damp, and foul-smelling open house."
"However, nobody knows any of this. Who cares about the life or death of a homeless man?"
"It won't be until your rotting corpse starts to stink as the weather warms up that the police will come because of other people's complaints."
"By then, you should have been a corpse crawling with maggots, unrecognizable."
"Still, who cares who a dead homeless man is?"
"You probably know better than I how they'll deal with this pile of rotting, bloated corpses."
"A senior executive of a major film company can degenerate into a rotting corpse with just one small mistake."
"And you, my friend."
"I just happened to make that mistake."
"And this erroneous evidence is right in my hands."
Zhang Yuan told Brother Long to close the laptop and step aside.
"So, please select."
"I called the police to arrest your PC."
"Let's just post the video online."
“Or, let’s do it together,” Zhang Yuan said casually.
But every word struck the other person's heart like a heavy burden.
Some things, if you don't weigh them, you won't get an ounce; but if you do weigh them, you won't get a ton.
His actions were more serious than death in the white world.
After all, dying in a social situation is just shameful, but this is a matter of life and death.
"You just said that if I go to North America, you would have someone take care of me."
"What I want to tell you is that my hometown is China, and I can live my whole life without ever going to North America."
"But you can't go your whole life without ever going back to your hometown."
“But we’re friends, right?” Zhang Yuan said with a beaming smile.
"Of course..." Upon hearing this, the man immediately forced a fawning smile and looked up at him.
"Did I tell you to look up?" Zhang Yuan's expression changed.
The man quickly lowered his head again, behaving as respectfully as if he were in church.
However, he wasn't worshipping God, but rather Zhang Yuan, the devil's representative.
“Now I am Death, the destroyer of the world,” Zhang Yuan said in English.
This quote comes from the Bhagavad Gita.
God Krishna revealed his divine form to the warrior Arjuna.
Having witnessed the terrifying vision of Krishna's cosmic form, Arjuna was filled with awe and fear.
This is also a famous quote by Oppenheimer.
After he participated in the creation of the nuclear bomb.
"With just a simple press of the upload button, I can destroy your world," Zhang Yuan said. (End of Chapter)