Zhuang didn't know what was happening in Fanjing Mountain.

In the ward specially prepared for Mr. Lehman in Wanghai Hospital, he looked through an English document, and the expression on his face was a little strange.

This is a copy of the testamentary documents provided to Senator Lehman and Tan by Tan's U.S. lawyer.

"What do you think it represents?" Zhuang asked with a shake of the document.

"It's clear that Tan is a fool." Lehman chewed on a thick cigar and smiled sarcastically from his sunken eye sockets; "Only China would have such fools. Perhaps, I should call him a Chinese-style idiot. Mr. Stephen was reluctant to let it shine, and as a senior lawyer, it would be a shame to make such a legal document for a client. ”

Tan Tian's will is very simple, the first dozen pages are a detailed statement of his assets, and what really has is just a few lines of text on the last page.

He left only $500,000 in cash to his wife and children, and donated all of his remaining assets to an organization called the Huaxia Strategic Research Foundation. According to the documents, it is a non-profit organization registered in the United States.

I don't know if this American China has anything to do with Beijing. If it is indeed one, the situation is too complicated.

"We need more information." Zhuang put away the documents and temporarily suppressed the big doubts in his heart; "What's going on with those people downstairs?"

They were in the master bedroom of the villa, which was also Mr. Lehman's nominal ward. In the large living room downstairs, there is now a group of people talking.

Mr. Lehman's aide and the F.B.I. security officer Peter were, of course, as did Mr. Stephen, Tan's American lawyer, and the secretary of the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai. They belonged to Lehman's think tank, and Zhuang had no intention of interfering.

There are also four Chinese, or once China, who were more accurate. They all looked impassioned, and just now they were pulling Zhuang to ask questions and pointing out the country and talking eloquently, and they looked extremely dissatisfied with the human rights situation in China.

"They." Mr. Lehman looked at Zhuang's expression and said; "What's the problem? They were Peter's friends, and when they heard that I was going to participate in a debate, they had come to give some information. ”

"What information? Can I take a look? Zhuang held out his hand.

"I don't think it's a polite request." Lehman waved his hands in refusal.

"What do you think I should say?" Zhuang did not withdraw his hand; "I have to understand what you're going to do, and that information may be **** to you. I cannot allow any unpredictable risks in this debate. This is my stage! You, just an actor. ”

"If you insist." Lehman compromised. Open the closed box at the head of the bed and take out a stack of documents and two portable hard drives; "It's all here, I haven't had time to see it yet. It is said that it carries a lot of weight. Importantly, they assure that these are facts. ”

Zhuang flipped through a few pages and said with a solemn expression: "Mr. Lehman, have you considered it?" What are the consequences once you use them in your debate? ”

"Peter thinks they're powerful." Lehman replied.

"You should ask your friends, how many of them are willing to stand with you and plant you in a fight that could have serious consequences?"

"Your opinion is that using them will ......," Lehman asked, fiddling with the cigar in his hand, uneasy.

Focusing on the human rights of a criminal suspect in China's name is one thing, but triggering a campaign that could destabilize U.S.-China relations is another.

"That's what I meant." Zhuang shook the things in his hand and said affirmatively; "You're faced with a choice. If there are enough species, they can send you to heaven. If your country is not prepared, you will become a clown who is abandoned by everyone. I don't think you're qualified to use them in your current environment and status. ”

"They promised it was true."

"I didn't question their authenticity. But, as you and I both understand, at least half of the truth is deliberately manufactured; Or it is to show the ulterior conspiracy with part of the truth. ”

"Dear Lee, you don't understand the United States, I can use them. Of course, that requires a certain amount of skill. Lehman shook his head dissatisfied.

"Tricks?" Zhuang looked at Lehman puzzled.

"For example, I can give them to some ...... You know, everybody calls them well-informed ≡, that's them! They spread it out, and then a reporter would ask me what I thought of it. Hey, at that time, believe my friends are ready. Maybe in a week, we'll know their true value, and I, Lehman, will be in the headlines for some time......"

"That's in America." Zhuang understood, and simply dispelled Mr. Lehman's imagination; "Don't forget, we're in China, in Shanghai."

"Is there a difference?" Lehman's eyes blinked, clearly pretending to be confused; "Human rights know no borders, and the observance of human rights cannot be separated across borders. They are people, both American and Chinese. You should admit this fact. Tan committed suicide, and my friends thought that as a senator, I should have done more. And, they believed I could do it. I can't let them down. ”

Zhuang knew that there was a lot of attention in the media at home and abroad about Tan Tian's suicide today, and it was normal for Lehman to have such a reaction. He and his friends are people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Mr. Lehman." He took out the lighter and lit the pile in his hand; "Look, they're just a nice bunch of fuel."

"Oh God! What are you doing! Lehman was stunned, and the flame in Zhuang's hand was gone; You don't have the right to destroy them! This is unforgivable. ”

"If you insist on using them, you and I will burn like them, and end up in worthless dust." Zhuang threw the burning thing out of the window into the artificial lake; "I would never allow that to happen. You still have three days left in Shanghai, and after three days, you have to leave Shanghai. This must also end from the moment you board the plane. ”

"I respect your decision." Lehman compromised very well and immediately asked another question; "Since this is a gentle conversation, what about those people outside? I owe them a good reason. ”

"Really?" Zhuang pulled out Long Xinghao; "It's very simple, this is Wanghai Hospital, you have come thousands of miles to live in this room, not for work, but for those people in the ÷ who have come to treat the disease...... I'm sure for you, they're not a problem. ”

Lehman fell asleep, and Zhuang gently closed the door and walked down the stairs.

In the living room, several men were courteous to Celea.

She wore a long green dress today, with a hollow back, slender and tall legs, bumpy collarbones, and plump breasts, showing her perfect curves.

"Boss." Cerea saw Zhuang and quickly came to him; "They're going to talk to you."

"It's not working time, don't call me boss." Zhuang gave Sirea a smile; In the past two days, thanks to her, Zhuang did not look too embarrassed, and he also grasped anything that happened around Lehman.

"Mr. Lee."

"Mr. Li."

"Dr. Lee."

"Dean Li."

Four men gathered around and greeted the four salutations warmly.

Instead of being embarrassed by the different titles, they laughed happily.

Standing opposite Zhuang was a middle-aged man with glasses, with a white face and a goatee that didn't match well.

He handed over his business card with both hands and said humbly:

"The contemptible surname is Du, Du Shi Niang's Du, is the director of the American Shihua Permanent Human Rights Foundation. We have been paying attention to the human rights situation in China, and every time we come back, we are lamented by the indifference to human rights in China, which is a manifestation of social degeneration......"

"Mr. Du, do you need money?" Zhuang fiddled with the business card in his hand.

"What? I don't quite understand what Dean Li meant. Mr. Du asked puzzled, his expression was as sincere and innocent as his hair.

"Shihua Forever Human Rights Foundation, it costs a lot of money to build such a thing, right?" Zhuang said with a smile.

"Money is nothing. We have been abroad for many years, although we have a fairly comfortable life abroad, but every time I think of our compatriots at home, we are suffering from ****, and human rights are wantonly trampled on......"

"Oh, I understand what Mr. Du means∨ Mr. doesn't understand what I mean. I would like to know, what is your profession? Zhuang didn't give him a chance to talk at length.

"My profession?" Mr. Du laughed and laughed; "At home, we used to be peers. That was 20 years ago●If you were in the United States and have a superb medical skill, you would not have encountered what you just experienced......"

"So, Mr. Du is also a doctor? It seems like it's been a long time since you've ...... Sorry, I don't smell the hospital on you. ”

"It's been a long time since I've been a doctor. However, I believe that it is more important to heal the wounds of the human psyche. Mr. Du was slightly embarrassed and glanced back at the corner of the living room. There, is the cultural secretary of the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai.

"They must have given you a lot of money?" Zhuang leaned closer and said in a low voice; "How much per year? $100,000? $200,000? Mr. Du, if I give you ...... I'm sorry, but what will I get in return if I provide a $1 million grant from the Shihua Permanent Human Rights Foundation? ”

Mr. Du was obviously hit by Zhuang's suggestion, and was stunned for more than ten seconds without speaking.

"Any condition, as long as it is within our means." The older man next to him replied, the awe-inspiring aura just now was gone, and there was a faint hint of flattery.

"For example......" Zhuang grabbed Sirea's waist and said, "Beauty." ”

"Beauty?" All four of them had confused expressions.

"Miss Cerea is charming and beautiful, isn't she?"

"Of course, Miss Cerea is a standard Western beauty." Mr. Du said attentively.

"Yes, Miss Cerea is blonde and blue-eyed, with skin like snow, and a better figure. However, the reason why we can appreciate a beauty like Miss Cerea is because under the influence of their strong propaganda, we have come to accept the Western definition of beauty. A hundred years ago, the Chinese would not have understood such beauty. But have you thought about another question? What do they think of us? Are Chinese beauties beautiful or ugly in their eyes? What are the oriental beauties they admire? This is an interesting and eye-catching subject. ”

"Mr. Li's question, is it really worth studying?" Mr. Du said thoughtfully.

"Okay, it's getting late today, we can make another appointment. You can talk to Miss Celea, she's in charge of scheduling my time. Good night to all. Zhuang understood what kind of goods this was, and there was no point in staying here.

He greeted Peter from afar, and led Cerea out of the villa.

This book was first published.

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