Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 136 Hot Coffee
Subtitle of this chapter: Slap him in the face!
"Do you think of this as a fraternity?"
John McCall immediately retorted, "Sir, we two college students are really sorry to make you unhappy. But can't I even chat with my client?"
"Honestly, the sandwich is so bad, but this thing is not that good either." He picked up the freshly brewed coffee on the table, frowned, and sniffed it, saying, "But even the coffee tastes so bad, I really don't know if this is coffee or muddy water?"
The third-generation rich man put on an annoying attitude that only the second-generation rich can muster and said, "The NYPD is abusing criminals and... you guys?"
In fact, apart from lacking some talent in picking up girls, this little fat boy is very smart, otherwise he would not have been able to pass the New York State bar exam.
He fully understood Yuan Yanshu's meaning, so he acted in such a deliberately provocative manner.
"Are you right, Neo... Neo?!"
But our Master Yuan just stood there in a daze, not saying a word.
The lawyer, who finally realized something was wrong with him, asked anxiously, "Neo, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Yuan Yan suddenly turned her head and looked at him dully, mumbling meaninglessly.
"Neo, what's wrong with you?"
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Master Yuan suddenly pinched his throat and a look of extreme pain appeared on his face.
"Nio, Neo, don't scare me!"
Just when John was at a loss, his client's eyes rolled back and he looked like he was about to die.
"Neo...you're choking?!"
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
The Chinese man, whose face had turned purple, nodded repeatedly with his remaining consciousness.
"Neo, open your mouth!"
“Wait…”
John was really frightened, and he didn't even care when Agent Aiden tried to stop him. He picked up the cup on the table and poured the coffee into Yuan Yanshu's mouth...
A piping hot cup of coffee!
"Brother Leo, why did you let the federal agents investigate that case? You have people in the NYPD, right?"
"Donald, this case may not be as simple as you think, so it's better to be cautious."
"My dear Director, aren't we both under enough pressure these days? If you are more cautious, you as Director and I as District Attorney will both have to quit our jobs."
"Donald, don't you know what this China man did at NYU this morning?"
"Well... I've read the morning paper too. He's just a china man with some money."
"Donald, a Chinese man who can donate half a million dollars at once is not easy to deal with."
" I see. That's why you let the federal agents interrogate him. Hahaha, I really need to learn more from you, brother..."
While Prosecutor Donald Ramsey and Commissioner Leo Hill were drinking and chatting in the conference room, a NYPD officer rushed in without even knocking on the door.
I only heard him gasping for breath and saying, "Oh no, oh no..."
The two stood up in surprise and asked in unison: "What's wrong?"
"That China man..."
"What happened to that chima man?!"
"Has that chima man confessed?" A reporter who was waiting for news in front of the police station asked his colleague casually while smoking a cigarette out of boredom.
The colleague holding the camera had already seen Master Yuan's style this morning. He slowly shook his head and said, "That china... well, Chinese is not as simple as you think."
The guy who was smoking was quite arrogant and said nonchalantly, "He's just a yellow guy with a few stinky bucks. What's so great about that?"
"Two stinky bucks? Haha." The photographer glanced at him and said, "That's half a million dollars! You and I may never make that much money in our lifetime."
"But..." Thinking of the figure of 500,000 US dollars, the man was speechless and could only mutter: "It's just a chinaman..."
“Beep!”
Just then, car horns sounded in front of the police station and several .
"Oh, Mr. Stephen, the famous reporter from the New York Times, is here too."
"It's only natural for him to show up for such a big case... Look, isn't that Mr. Pulitzer, the editor-in-chief of the World? I didn't expect him to come in person. This is a bit strange."
"Yeah, does a press conference require him to be present in person? There must be something fishy going on!"
Not only did the two young reporters feel strange, even the big reporter from the New York Times was surprised.
He took off his hat and greeted, "Mr. Pulitzer, why are you here in person?"
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde laughed and said, "Mr. Stephen, I haven't attended a press conference for a long time, so I came here to feel the atmosphere."
A reporter for the New York Times must be a smart person, and he immediately realized that the old man was lying. Was this press conference so important that the chairman and editor-in-chief of Le Monde would personally attend?
Could it be that the other party has some information that we don’t know?
Just as Mr. Stephen was thinking about how to get information out of Mr. Pulitzer, a young reporter rushed over breathlessly, pointed behind him and shouted, "Back door!"
back door?
The reporters present immediately reacted and rushed to the back door of the Metropolitan Police Department. Even Mr. Pulitzer, his daughter, and Mr. Stephen were no exception.
When the group of reporters arrived, they saw several men in plain clothes rushing out of the building in a hurry, and one of them was carrying a wounded person.
The wounded man is our Master Yuan. He was originally a handsome man, and he was the kind of pretty boy that was popular in both the East and the West at that time. If he tidied himself up, he would definitely become a male god.
Otherwise, how could there be the saying "Wang, Zhou, Jiang, Zhang and Mei are not as good as a little Yuan in Jiangzuo" in the future?
But Yuan Yanshu himself didn't like this sentence very much. One was a traitor with water in his brain, one was a loser with water in his brain, and the other was just an actor. How could these three be compared with himself?
As for the Military Killing Fist and the Linbei Kick, of course I can still make do with them..
But now this piece of creamy male god is almost ripe!
Well, it was actually oral burns. His mouth was like a pig's mouth, red and swollen. His vital organ... well, one of the two was the worst affected, and he couldn't even close his mouth because of the swelling.
In addition to the burns, the dying Master Yuan's mouth was still bleeding red blood. This was the result of him accidentally biting his tongue.
So in the eyes of everyone outside the police station, this Chinese man looked like he was being tortured!
Mr. Pulitzer, who was running out of breath, looked at his daughter who was fumbling with the camera and shouted, "Take a picture of his face!"
