Qin Mu has a last move

Han Xueling immediately raised her eyebrows and moved her wrists a few times to prove it to Anna. Qin Mu smiled and stretched out her right hand and made a stop gesture, but her eyes were chilling. The words she spoke out from her thin lips made Anna directly feel the displeasure from the Chinese man: "Miss Anna, does my mother's company have no one to take action? I doubt your ability and attitude to work. If Miss Anna feels that she is not competent for this job, I think the lawyer next to me is happy to take over your position in the company."

What is Qin Mu's identity? Aside from the identity of Chinese officials, he is the real Shaodong of the "Huaxia Consortium" established by Weng Wenhua. Although Qin Mu did not control a stake in the Huaxia Consortium, based on his identity as Weng Wenhua's biological son, Anna, who believes that China Communications will easily judge that as long as Qin Mu's words, Weng Wenhua will transfer all 99% of the shares of the Huaxia Consortium under his name to Qin Mu without hesitation.

Anna smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Qin, I don't think we need to be so tense, right?"

Qin Mu's eyes lit up when talking about Anna's words. He showed kindness to the lawyer next to him who showed an excited expression on his face. He put his hands under his jaw and slowly said, "Since Miss Anna's Chinese level is so high, I knew I was a polite relationship." After saying that, Qin Mu suddenly stood up, supported his hands on the table, and said word by word: "Now, please represent me, an ordinary Chinese passenger coming to Los Angeles, solemnly protested to the Los Angeles police, and reserved the right to file a complaint against him."

"Uh!" Anna and lawyer Smith looked at each other silently. They came here for the counterfeit banknote incident in Qin Mu, but they didn't understand why the situation turned sharply and turned into Qin Mu's protest against the Los Angeles police.

Lawyer Smith is a black man. He straightened his glasses in front of him and said seriously: "Mr. Qin, you have to understand that this is the United States, and there will be a big charge for false accusations."

Qin Mu smiled lightly, took out his phone from his arms, found several simple functions and pressed them. At that time, although Qin Mu hung up the phone, he happened to meet Han Xueling chasing the robbers, so he turned on the recording function.

A "yellow-skinned monkey" with a strange tone soon filled the ears of Anna and Smith. In the United States, racial issues have always been listed as a major event by the government, and there have been several riots caused by racial issues in history. Qin Mu's move immediately raised him, who was originally in a downturn, to a righteous position.

Isn’t it just selling hundreds of thousands of counterfeit money? What’s the big deal? The United States has always emphasized the issue of human rights and has even attacked China many times in this theory. Now if Chinese officials put this evidence in court, whether to punish counterfeit money or safeguard human rights, the Los Angeles government will be in a very embarrassing situation.

After all, Anna and Smith are Americans, and in a short time they discovered what kind of frenzy of Qin Mu's recording. If the US government does not show a correct attitude, it will definitely arouse the anger of the yellow people in the United States, which will become a manifestation of the government's incompetence.

Qin Mu looked at the uncertain expressions of the two men, knocked on the table with his index finger and continued, "Actually, there are other people who robbed, but two white people."

This sentence directly triggered the anger of Anna and Smith, who spit out two vague syllables respectively. Anna was talking about "scum", while Smith cursed "white pig". Qin Mu laughed and said, "Two, I think you should know what to do now. I think some people will be happy to meet me once."

Qin Mu's meaning is very clear. If he wants him to delete the recording, there is no other choice. The Los Angeles Police Chief, lpd leader, came to negotiate with him. If the police chief does not satisfy him, perhaps the mayor would not mind having a deep conversation with an official from China.

Han Xueling flashed her big eyes aside, and her fists had already been put down. Although she couldn't understand Qin Mu's English, she clearly found from the tone of her speaking that the two foreigners had already left the fierce momentum when they arrived just now. Instead, they nodded frequently to Qin Mu, which only showed one situation, and Qin Mu had already convinced them.

Qin Mu clapped his hands and smiled gently, "Okay, we should go back to the detention room now. However, you should tell them solemnly that I am very sincere in talking to them, but don't when I am in a bad mood."

The meaning of words is obvious. No matter who stays in the detention room for too long, he will not be in a very happy mood.

Seeing Anna and the others nodding and turning around and leaving, Han Xueling shouted sweetly: "Wait!"

The two of them didn't know what Han Xueling had to say, so they stopped and turned to look at her. Han Xueling smiled contemptuously, and her body roamed 180 degrees, and her solid and plump right leg instantly kicked over her head. Anna and Smith's eyes were frozen in the hovering little feet for more than a second, and their little feet in black elegant and seamless high heels suddenly pressed down with a thousand-pound momentum, and landed heavily on the table in front of Qin Mu.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the three-centimeter-thick wooden tabletop became shattered under the seemingly cute and cute calves. The broken scene made Anna and Smith grow their mouths wide, and a few uncontrollable tongue saliva fell down.

After Han Xueling finished her move, she supported her left hand on Qin Mu's shoulder and proudly raised her chin to Anna and the others.

Qin Mu shrugged helplessly and said to Han Xueling with a doting tone: "I love to show off my strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, two policemen holding guns rushed in outside the door and shouted, "Don't move."

Anna came to her senses at this time and pushed Smith with her elbow. Smith remembered this task when she was hit, and hurriedly walked to the police to take out her ID and began to do the aftermath.

Han Xueling leaned into Qin Mu's ear and whispered: "Hold me a little harder. It seemed like they had used force just now. Their table is so hard, and their calves are a little hurting."

Qin Mu burst out laughing, pretending to be considerate of his girlfriend, helped Han Xueling leave the reception room, and followed the police.

"Oh my God, this Chinese woman is really a monster." Smith slapped her forehead exaggeratedly: "I seem to see a female version of Bruce Lee."

Anna murmured with deep thought in her black eyes: "I think that Chinese man, no, should be a Chinese boy."

When he returned to the detention room, Han Xueling rubbed her calf in sorrow and cried out in pain. Qin Mu was a little worried and asked her how she was doing.

Han Xueling pulled up her trouser legs with a red face and half pulled them. The delicate skin of the snow made the cold detention room look warm. Qin Mu saw Han Xueling's ankles and calves faintly blue, sighed and sat next to Han Xueling, rubbed his hands hard for a few times, and gently placed his hands on Han Xueling's calves.

At the same time, Anna and Smith angrily pushed open the door of Director lpd's office. The director, who was holding the phone and talking softly, hurriedly pressed the phone up, slapped the table and shouted: "Who are you? You dare to break into my office randomly!"

Anna learned Qin Mu's movements, supported her hands on the edge of the director's desk, and leaned forward. She felt that this posture was very imposing and could push the pressure to the other party in an overwhelming manner. She looked at the director's light blue and turbid eyes slowly sliding downwards, and said in a charming voice: "Dear Director, I think you are in trouble."

The director didn't understand what Anna said at all. He made a speech at the corner of his eyes and mouth at the same time, and said disdainfully: "What trouble will be? Two, I'm already very busy and don't want to delay too long."

Anna smiled slightly, straightened her body, no longer letting the old guy try to explore the deep thoughts along the faint gully in front of her chest, and wrapped her hands in front of her chest, and the two snow peaks hidden under her clothes became more full. Smith walked over from the side, took out the accusation letter he wrote in the shortest time in his handbag, and then stood back behind Anna without saying a word.

The director took up the letter Smith placed on the table with suspicion, and glared at the pretty mixed-race girl reluctantly before focusing on the content of the letter.

Suddenly, a layer of cold sweat oozed out of the head of the police chief's forehead uncontrollably. The security in Los Angeles was very chaotic. If a racial riot was triggered at this time, he would definitely not be able to sit in this position, and he would even be locked up with the criminals he had caught for dereliction of duty. The letter said, "We have evidence that someone among the four policemen on that day had racial discrimination against my client, which made him scold several times in his heart.

Anna looked at the police chief's face changing drastically, tightened her capable professional attire with her hands, and continued to smile: "Now, I think I should add a sentence to this letter, the police chief sexually harass me."

After saying that, Anna chuckled and turned away. Smith pushed her glasses and said magnificently: "My client was very tired after a long flight. I think I have the right to give him the most comfortable resting environment."

The police chief was already in a mess at this time, so he quickly picked up the phone and ordered his subordinates to release Qin Mu and the others. Smith smiled and took out his business card, put it casually on the director's table with one hand, and said, "My client wants to know when the director has time, maybe everyone can sit down and have a good drink... Well, have a cup of tea." He originally wanted to say that with coffee, but now all interests must be followed by his boss, so he naturally understands that the most elegant drink that Chinese people appreciate is not coffee, but tea.

"Okay." The police chief's fat face suddenly showed a relieved expression and repeatedly agreed.
Chapter completed!