Zhu Tong didn't know what happened in Fanjing Mountain.
In the ward specially prepared for Mr. Lehman by Wanghai Hospital, he looked through an English document, and his expression on his face was a little strange.
This is a copy of the will document provided by Tan Qianchi's American lawyer to Senator Mr. Lehman, a Senator.
"What do you think it represents?" Zhu Tong asked.
"It's obvious that Tan is a fool." Lehman bit the thick cigar and smiled sarcastically from his deep concave eye sockets. "Only China has such a fool. Perhaps, I should call him a Chinese idiot.
Mr. Stephen is not willing to let it be exposed. As a senior lawyer, it is ridiculed to make such a legal document for clients."
Tan Qianchi's will is very simple. The first ten pages are his asset details list, and there are only a few lines of text on the last page.
He left only $500,000 in cash for his wife and children, and all the remaining assets were donated to an organization called the Huaxia Strategic Research Foundation. The documents show that it is a non-profit organization registered in the United States.
I don’t know if the United States’ China is related to Beijing. If it is indeed a family, the situation will be too complicated.
"We need more information." Zhu Tong 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 main bedroom of the villa, which was also the nominal ward of Mr. Lehman. In the large living room downstairs, there was a group of people talking loudly.
Of course, Mr. Lehman's assistant and FBI security officer Peter were there, and Mr. Stephen, Tan Qianchi's American lawyer, and the secretary of the US Consulate General in Shanghai were there. They belonged to Lehman's think tank, and Zhu Tong did not intend to interfere.
There are four Chinese people, or China, who were once more accurate. They all looked passionate and just now pulled Zhu Tong to ask questions, and talked about the country and talked freely. They were extremely dissatisfied with the domestic human rights situation.
Look.
"They." Mr. Lehman looked at Zhu Tong's expression and said, "Is there any problem? They are Peter's friends. I heard that I was going to participate in a debate and came to send some information."
"What information? Can I read it?" Zhu Tong stretched out his hand.
"I don't think this is a polite request." Lehman waved his hands and expressed his refusal.
"What do you think I should say?" Zhu Tong didn't take his hand back; "I have to understand what you are going to do, and that information to you, maybe a bomb. I can't allow this debate to have any unpredictable risks. This is
My stage! You are just an actor.”
"If you insist," Lehman compromised. Open the safe at the head of the bed, take out a stack of files, and two mobile hard drives; "It's all here, I haven't had time to read it. It is said that it's very important. What's important is
, they promise that these are facts."
Zhu Tong looked through a few pages and said with a serious expression: "Mr. Lehman, have you considered it? Once you use them in the debate, what are the consequences?"
"Peter thinks they are powerful," Lehman replied.
"You should consult your friends, how many people are willing to stand with you and support you inciting a political storm that could have serious consequences?"
"Your opinion is that using them will..." Lehman asked uneasily, fiddling with the cigar in his hand.
Focusing on the human rights of a criminal suspect in China is one thing, and triggering a political storm that could cause turbulence in Sino-US relations is another concept.
"That's what I mean." Zhu Tong said affirmatively, shaking the things in his hand; "You are facing a choice. If there is enough support, they can send you to heaven. If your country is not ready, you will become
Become a clown who is abandoned by everyone. I think you are not qualified to use them in the environment and identity you are in now.”
"They promised that these are true."
"I did not question their authenticity. But you and I understand that at least half of the truth is deliberately created; or a conspiracy that is ulterior motive with some truth."
"Dear Lee, you don't understand the United States, I can use them. Of course, that requires some skill." Lehman shook his head dissatisfied.
"Skill?" Zhu Tong looked at Lehman in confusion.
"For example, I can give them some... You know, everyone calls them well-informed people. Yes, that's them! These things are spread out by them, and then there will be reporters asking me what I think of these things. Hey, that one
At the time, I believe my friends are ready. Maybe in just one week we will know their true value. Think about it, I, Lehman, will occupy the headlines of major media for a while…”
"That was in the United States." Zhu Tong understood and simply dispelled Mr. Lehman's imagination; "Don't forget that we are in China now, in Shanghai."
"Is there any difference?" Lehman blinked and obviously pretended to be confused. "Human rights have no borders, and compliance with human rights cannot be isolated through borders. They are humans, whether Americans or Chinese. You should admit this
Fact. Tan Qianchi committed suicide, and my friends thought that as a senator, I should do more. And, they believed I could do it. I couldn’t let them down.”
Zhu Tong knew that today, at home and abroad, the attention of Tan Qianchi’s suicide was paid to Lehman. It was normal for him and his friends to be afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
"Mr. Lehman." He took out the lighter and lit the pile of things in his hand; "Look, they are just a good pile of fuel."
"O God! What are you doing!" Lehman was stunned and stared at the flames in Zhutong's hands; "You have no right to destroy them! This is unforgivable."
"If you insist on using them, you and I will burn like them, and eventually turn into worthless dust." Zhu Tong threw the burning thing out of the artificial lake outside the window; "I will never allow it."
That happens. You have three days left in Shanghai. After three days, you have to leave Shanghai. This thing must also end from the moment you board the plane."
"OK, I respect your decision." Lehman compromised very consciously and immediately asked another question; "Since you hope this is a gentle conversation, what should those people outside do? I owe them a suitable reason."
"Really?" Zhu Tong pulled out the dragon star hair; "It's very simple. This is Wanghai Hospital. You have been staying in this room from thousands of miles away, not for work, but for the treatment of the disease. The people below... I believe you
They are not a problem."
Lehman fell asleep, and Zhu Tong closed the door gently and walked down the stairs.
In the living room, several men were showing their attentiveness to Sireya.
Today she wore a long green dress with a hollow back, slender and tall legs, concave and concave collarbone, and plump breasts, showing her perfect curves.
"Boss." Sireya saw Zhu Tong and quickly came to him; "They hoped to talk to you."
"It's not working hours now, don't call me boss." Zhu Tong gave Sireya a smile; in the past two days, thanks to her, Zhu Tong did not look too embarrassed, and also mastered anything that happened around Lehman.
"Mr. Li."
"Mr. Li."
"Dr. Lee."
"Director Li."
Four men gathered around and greeted Zhu Tong with four names.
Instead of feeling embarrassed because of the different titles, they laughed happily.
Standing opposite Zhu Tong was a middle-aged man with glasses, with a fair face but an incomparable goat beard.
He handed the business card with both hands and said humbly:
"Du, whose surname is Du, Du Shiniang, is a director of the American Shihua Eternal Human Rights Foundation. We have been paying attention to the human rights situation in China. Every time we come back, we will be disgusted by the indifference to human rights in China. This is a manifestation of social degeneration.
…”
"Mr. Du, do you need money, right?" Zhu Tong fiddled with the business card in his hand.
"What? I don't quite understand what President Li means." Mr. Du asked in confusion, his sincere and innocent expression was as unconfused as his hair.
"Shihua Forever Human Rights Foundation, it costs a lot of money to do such a thing?" Zhu Tong said with a smile.
"Money is nothing. We have been abroad for many years, and although we have a comfortable life abroad, we always think that our compatriots in China are suffering from autocracy and human rights are trampled on... "
"Oh, I understand what Mr. Du means. Mr. Du doesn't understand what I mean. I want to know, what is your profession?" Zhu Tong did not give him the opportunity to talk a lot.
"My profession?" Mr. Du laughed, "In China, we used to be a colleague. That happened twenty years ago. A person like Dean Li who has superb medical skills will definitely not be able to do so if he is in the United States.
You'll encounter what you just experienced..."
"So, Mr. Du is also a doctor? It seems that you haven't had it for a long time... Sorry, I didn't smell the hospital on you."
"I haven't been a doctor for a long time. However, I think it's more important to treat human trauma." Mr. Du was a little embarrassed and turned around and glanced at a corner of the living room. There was the cultural secretary of the US Consulate General in Shanghai.
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"They must have given you a lot of money?" Zhu Tong got closer and whispered, "How much is it? One hundred thousand US dollars? Two hundred thousand US dollars per year? Mr. Du, if I give it to you... I'm sorry, Shihua Eternal Human Rights Fund
If you provide a million dollars in funding, what reward can you get?"
Mr. Du was obviously hit by Zhu Tong's suggestion and was stunned for more than ten seconds without saying anything.
"Any condition is within our ability." The older man next to him replied, the awe-inspiring aura just now disappeared, and there was a faint look of flattery.
"For example..." Zhu Tong put his arms around Sireya's waist and said, "Beauty."
"Beauty?" The four of them showed confusing expressions.
"Miss Sireya is charming and beautiful, right?"
"Of course, Miss Sireya is a standard Western beauty." Mr. Du said attentively.
"Yes, Miss Sireya has a blonde hair and blue eyes, skin is as snowy as she is, and her figure is even better. However, the reason why we can appreciate a beauty like Miss Sireya is because under the influence of their strong publicity, we have accepted the Western attitude towards the West.
The definition of beauty. A hundred years ago, Chinese people would not understand such beauty. But have you ever thought about another question? How do they view us? Are Chinese beauties beautiful or ugly in their eyes? The Orient they appreciate
What is a beauty like? This is a very interesting and eye-catching topic."
"Mr. Li's question is indeed worth studying?" Mr. Du said thoughtfully.
"Okay, it's already very late today, we can make another appointment. You can talk to Miss Sireya, she is responsible for arranging my time. Good night everyone." Zhu Tong understood what kind of people this is, stay there
There is no point here.
He greeted Peter from a distance and took Sireya out of the villa.