As usual, Zhong Xiaoyang didn't come home until very late after drinking. He staggered into the house smelling of alcohol.
Snap!
The switch made a crisp sound, and the retro chandelier emitted warm yellow light. Zhong Xiaoyang wandered to the sofa and fell down.
Not long after, gentle snoring could be heard in the living room.
When Zhong's mother heard the noise downstairs, she walked to the stairs in her pajamas and looked down. When she saw her son falling asleep, she couldn't help but shook her head secretly, and then let out a long sigh.
In the past month or so, Zhong Xiaoyang has been like this every day. He will not go home without drinking until he is drunk.
Zhong's mother tried to persuade her son several times, but in the end she did not speak. The two of them had been abroad for such a long time and had not received any notification from Zhong Guotao.
Especially since the couple recently applied for green cards, no matter how stupid their son is, he can still guess that something is going on at home.
Zhong Xiaoyang asked Mother Zhong in a roundabout way several times, but received no reply.
Therefore, Zhong's mother could barely understand her son's drinking to relieve his sorrow.
Not to mention Zhong Xiaoyang, even Zhong's mother would sometimes secretly hide in her room and take a few sips. Ever since she left the country, her heart had been hanging on her chest and she had not slept peacefully for a day.
The first period of time was a little better, and I could still receive calls from my husband occasionally. The two of them talked on the phone basically once a week, and they communicated with each other about their recent situations.
However, the situation has changed now, and Zhong Guotao was absent from last week's routine phone call.
This made Zhong Mu particularly worried, and her anxiety reached its peak.
Now that things have happened, Zhong's mother has to prepare for the worst. Perhaps her husband is likely to be controlled. In the days to come, there is a high probability that only mother and son will depend on each other.
Fortunately, they brought a sum of money with them when they went abroad, and with the transfers that had been made over the past month or so, the money in Zhong's mother's bank card already amounted to a few million dollars.
I have food in hand and I don't feel panic. However, if you look at it in the long run, the money is still far from enough.
You definitely don’t believe that you can just sit back and have nothing. In the past two days, Zhong Mu has begun to look for channels and is preparing to start a small business to test the waters.
"well."
In the corridor, Mother Zhong sighed again, and then Zou Xia went upstairs quietly, took out a blanket from the cabinet and covered Zhong Xiaoyang.
After covering her son with a blanket, Mother Zhong stood there for a while, looking at her son who was still frowning in his sleep, and the thoughts that had just arisen in her heart dissipated.
'The situation is not yet certain yet, let's wait.'
'After a while, if there is still no news from the country, it will not be too late to have a showdown with my son.'
'It's just a pain for this child.'
Although I have millions in cash on hand, compared with the previous days in China, there is no comparison between the two.
In the interrogation room of the Harbin City Procuratorate, Zhong Guotao sat on the confession chair with a dull expression, wearing a pair of silver bracelets on his hands.
Directly opposite, a prosecutor in a neat suit stared at Zhong Guotao sharply and said sternly.
"Zhong Guotao, don't take any chances. Since we can invite you here, we naturally have key evidence in our hands."
"I would like to advise you, it is best to actively cooperate, honestly explain the problem, and strive for leniency!"
Today was the fourth interrogation, but the old and cunning Zhong Guotao didn't say a word. He acted like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. No matter what tricks he used, the other party just refused to speak.
Therefore, the young prosecutor seemed a little impatient. This was his first time handling such a big case. When he learned the details of the case, he was trembling with excitement.
After entering the system for more than two years, I finally encountered a big situation.
Who would have thought that the guy in front of him is like a copper pea that cannot be steamed, boiled, beaten or fried.
Zhong Guotao raised his eyelids and glanced at the young prosecutor coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
Leniency?
Think he is a primary school student?
He was carrying too many things on his back. If he were to reveal everything at once, his sentence would probably be longer than it is now.
Instead, he insisted on not saying anything. The most the prosecutor could do was convict him of bribery. He made a rough estimate in his mind. At worst, he would stay there for four to five years, maybe seven or eight years.
There was a reason why Zhong Guotao thought this way, because the moment he was taken away by the Procuratorate, the Jumao Group collapsed.
For him, there is absolutely no difference between being there for four or five years and being there for seven or eight years. Anyway, after being there for a few years, he will come out with nothing.
The only pity is that he didn't have time to transfer the nearly ten million US dollars. Without this money, the mother and son's life abroad may not be as good as expected.
The interrogation lasted for several hours, and the young prosecutor said his mouth was dry.
Unconsciously, the time came to eight o'clock in the evening. Zhong Guotao yawned, looked at the prosecutor who was still energetic, and spoke for the first time.
"Wu Jian, it's getting late. Your interrogation of me has exceeded the allotted time. I apply for a break."
"you!"
Prosecutor surnamed Wu slammed the table and glared at Zhong Guotao. Just when he was about to lose control, the colleague next to him reached out to stop him.
"Xiao Wu, calm down, calm down!"
call!
suck!
call!
suck!
Prosecutor Wu took several deep breaths and suppressed the anger in his chest. According to the guidance issued by the Supreme People's Procuratorate, the confessions obtained during the fatigue interrogation should be excluded.
According to regulations, criminal suspects should be guaranteed necessary rest time during the interrogation process.
Rest time should include long periods of undisturbed sleep at night, as well as the time between interrogations, the respondent's meals and the time before and after.
Of course, there is currently no clear definition of the criteria for fatigue interrogation, and there is still room for maneuver during the investigation process.
Zhong Guotao had long foreseen that such a day would come, so recently he made a special effort to make up for the relevant legal provisions. The purpose of his questions was just to disgust the other party.
The boy in front of him has been talking in his ear non-stop from morning to now, buzzing and disturbing.
The prosecutor next to him is obviously more experienced. He has seen many people like Zhong Guotao. Faced with this situation, he will definitely not be able to break through in a short time.
If we continue to ask questions today, there will be no results. It is better to stop the interrogation temporarily, recuperate, and fight again tomorrow.
"Xiao Wu, I think that's all for today."
Prosecutor surnamed Wu glanced at Zhong Guotao, then at his colleagues around him, and nodded reluctantly.
"Okay, that's it for today."
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PS: The copy of Thirty Only is coming to an end. Little Xingxing has a few ideas in mind. One is "Flying Life" for kidney pain, one is "Let's Watch the Meteor Shower", and one is "The Hunting Ground". Readers, do you have any better suggestions?