672: 538 spokesperson_2 672: 538 spokesperson_2 Lan Peizhi chose him for two reasons: one was the need for a native Korean, and the other was because he was vicious enough.
Even having only t him for one day, Jiang Chen had already got a taste of it.
Of course.
For such a big deal, Lan Peizhi wouldn’t possibly leave everything in the hands of a Korean.
She dispatched a confidant from within the country to take charge together with An Zairong, but that person is now behind bars.
Although not yet convicted, the situation is perilous.
Indeed.
The one on trial today was Zou Kezhao.
It must be admitted.
You can’t judge a book by its cover.
Just by his appearance, Jiang Chen really couldn’t imagine that An Zairong, once pursued by hostile forces, was trapped and still managed to forcefully hack down more than a dozen n and carve out a path to survival.
Indeed, everyone’s success is not easy to co by.
“Mr.
Jiang, there is sothing I’d like to ask of you,” said An Zairong suddenly.
Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged, “Please speak, Mr.
An.”
“You must be quite close to Miss Lan.
I want to ask Mr.
Jiang to persuade Miss Lan.
The current situation is very unfavorable for us.
The safest thod is to make a decisive break and let Ke Zhao plead guilty temporarily, to stop the blaze at Ke Zhao’s position.
This would be the best choice for both Miss Lan and the East Sea.”
While saying this, An Zairong glanced at Gao Zhengbi.
“Of course, I don’t an to abandon Ke Zhao.
Once things die down, we can definitely find a way to get him out.”
In fact, Jiang Chen had already thought about this issue when leaving the courthouse.
If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it at all.
The evidence definitely can’t be completely obliterated.
And it’s impossible to silence all the witnesses.
For instance, the warehouse they visited today—any person there could beco a new witness.
The simplest thod,
Is to push out a scapegoat.
Zou Kezhao, who had been arrested, was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
Although he reached this conclusion, Jiang Chen had not ntioned it while in the car.
In terms of experience in such matters, Lan Peizhi was leagues above him.
What he could think of, Lan Peizhi undoubtedly could as well.
However, it seed that Lan Peizhi was not willing to “sacrifice the pawn to save the king.”
From a tactical perspective, it wasn’t rational, but Jiang Chen admired the other party’s choice nonetheless.
“Miss Lan must have her own plans,” he said.
“I’ve spoken with Che Changmin, the prosecutor in charge of this case.
His attitude is very firm; if Ke Zhao refuses to plead guilty, he will investigate to the end.”
Jiang Chen remained silent.
He could understand An Zairong’s feelings, but it seed the latter had approached the wrong person.
How could he influence Lan Peizhi’s decision?
Suddenly.
At this mont, Jiang Chen’s phone began to ring.
“Excuse , I need to take this call.”
Jiang Chen got up, took out his phone, and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
“Hello?”
He walked toward the relatively quiet direction of the restroom.
“Is this Mr.
Jiang?”
A woman’s voice ca through the phone, sounding sowhat familiar.
“Who is this?”
“This is Kim Joohyun; you gave your business card,” she stated.
Jiang Chen suddenly realized.
It was the new generation actress who had mistakenly entered his room.
“What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Do you still stand by what you told , Mr.
Jiang?”
The voice on the other end was very low, as if her mouth was covered by a hand.
“Of course, have you thought it through?” he replied.
“Yes!”
The Korean beauty said firmly, “I don’t want to stay in this company anymore.”
“If you’ve made up your mind…” Jiang Chen hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly, there was a rapid knocking, or more accurately, pounding at the door.
“I’ll be right out,” said Kim Joohyun, seeming startled, her voice quivering.
The knocking then ceased.
“Miss Kim Joohyun, is everything over there…” Jiang Chen started, frowning slightly.
“No, no problem!” Kim Joohyun quickly interjected, but anyone could tell that sothing was amiss.
“Mr.
Jiang, I’ll contact you another day,” she said, her tone revealing a thread of panic.
Jiang Chen hesitated for a mont but then asked, “Are you in so kind of trouble?”
There was no response from the other end.
“Miss Kim Joohyun?”
Suddenly.
Muffled cries rose from the other end.
“Mr.
Jiang, thank you for your concern.
I’ll handle it,”
she sobbed.
“…”
Jiang Chen fell silent.
He had no relation to this Korean idol, and under normal circumstances, he would avoid ddling in other people’s affairs, but faced with this situation, it was likely that no man could stand by idly.
“Miss Kim Joohyun, calm down first.
What exactly happened?”
The sobs from the other end grew louder, but it sounded like she was muffling her mouth, trying hard to suppress them.
“The company made co out to accompany clients again…”
“If you don’t want to, you can leave.”
“I can’t leave; they won’t let .”
There’s no smoke without fire.
Is Korea’s entertainnt industry really so dark?
“Where are you?”
“Seoul.”
“Specific location,” Jiang Chen continued to ask.
“Mr.
Jiang, are you in Seoul too?”
Jiang Chen felt helpless.
Are all won like this?
With everything that was happening, she still had the mood to ask these questions.
“I’m in Seoul.
Send your location to .”
Kim Joohyun seed a bit surprised and after being quiet for a while, she then choked up, “Okay.”
“Try to stall for ti, I’ll co over now.”
Jiang Chen placed his phone down and walked back to the booth.
“Mr.
An, I’m sorry, but I have to go because of an ergency.”
An Zairong stood up.
“What happened?”
“A friend of mine is in trouble; I need to go take care of it.”
“Mr.
Jiang, let go with you,” An Zairong offered.
Jiang Chen looked at him and did not stand on ceremony.
The person who requested Kim Joohyun’s company was certainly rich or noble; without any connections in Korea, having An Zairong accompany him might make things easier to handle.
“Alright.”
Without paying attention to the beauties, the three n left OTG and drove to a high-end club according to the address sent by Kim Joohyun.
Upon disembarking and looking at the imposing signboard, An Zairong chuckled.
“What a coincidence, the owner of this club is an old friend of mine.”
Jiang Chen said nothing and headed straight inside.
Half an hour had passed since Kim Joohyun called him until he drove over; he had no idea about the current situation.
Fortunately, Seoul was only so large; had it been in East Sea, he probably wouldn’t have made it in ti before the matter cooled down.
Bringing An Zairong was indeed a wise decision.
He was obviously more familiar with the place, certainly more so than either Jiang Chen or Gao Zhengbi, and quickly found the private room ntioned by Kim Joohyun without spending much ti.
“Knock knock knock…”
Jiang Chen knocked on the door.
No response.
“Mr.
Jiang, step aside.”
Jiang Chen stepped aside, and before he could react, he saw An Zairong lift his foot and vigorously kick the door.
“Boom!”
Even though the door looked sturdy, it couldn’t withstand the force and was kicked open on impact.
No wonder there was no answer to his knocking; the private room was playing sultry music so loud that it made one blush, equipped not only with a dining table and sofa but also a sound system, resembling a small music restaurant.
A fashionable young man was obliviously swaying his body, completely unaware of the loud noise from the door being kicked open.
Jiang Chen’s gaze swept the room and found not only food on the dining table but also tin foil and an unknown white powder.
On the sofa…
A young man with dyed white hair was pinning a woman down, chuckling strangely while tugging at her clothes.
He seed in no hurry, reveling in the woman’s struggles and the pleasure of the assault.
“Tsk, quite lively,” An Zairong remarked.
Without a word, Jiang Chen strode over and kicked the unsuspecting white-haired young man to the ground, who comically tumbled over.
The woman on the sofa quickly got up, her top already torn, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the straps of her purple bra clearly visible.
Hugging herself, she was clearly in imnse shock, and with tears streaming down her face, so admired by dostic fans as “Korea’s Most Beautiful Face,” she saw Jiang Chen, could no longer hold back her emotions, and burst into tears as she threw herself into his arms.
Jiang Chen felt a sudden surge of anger.
A man can be lustful, but not vile.
“Mr.
Jiang, let’s leave first,” Gao Zhengbi suggested.
Jiang Chen, expressionless, nodded once and shielded the completely distraught Kim Joohyun on their way out.
“Damn it, who the hell are you guys?
Stop right there!”
The young man who had been lost in dance finally realized what was happening and tried to follow.
With a slight curve on his lips, An Zairong picked up a pair of scissors that were on the dining table, presumably ant for sothing else, wrapped one arm around the man, and plunged the scissors deeply into his stomach with the other hand.
“Puh.”
The young man’s eyes bulged as he clung to An Zairong’s body, slowly kneeling to the ground.
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