Chapter 323: Should I just hold my neck out to be slaughtered? (Part 3)

With the judge and Brook's old butler being taken away, the scene was like a nuclear bomb being detonated, setting off a huge wave of shock. The reporters in the hearing room were writing and talking non-stop, and some had already taken out their phones and started making calls back, making sure to send the news back as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Brooke came up to Zhou Ming and said with clenched teeth, 'You've done a really good job, Zhou Ming of China! But listen, even though my butler and the judge in this trial have been arrested, you can only go so far. You can't take another step forward because you don't have any evidence in your hands, so you've still lost!'

'Is that so? But I don't think so, because I can always take another step forward.'

Zhou Ming smiled slightly, took another step forward, and then said to Brooke, who was stunned, 'If you don't believe me, you can look behind you.'

Brooke turned around as Zhou Ming said, only to see a group of people in the uniform of the Public Prosecutor's Office walking in and rushing towards him.

'Let me explain,' Ming said. 'Unfortunately, after the FBI took over the case, they discovered through technical surveillance that you had sent money to Hem through other accounts. This is enough to prove that he was defrauded by the dormitory convenience store at your behest, so you will have to be arrested again, and this time it will be the responsibility of the state prosecutor's office, and they will not withdraw the lawsuit.'

Zhou Ming's words left Brooke stunned. It wasn't until he was caught by the prosecutor's office that he suddenly reacted: 'Zhou Ming, you son of a bitch, you really use every possible means. You're despicable! Obviously, you've already lost this lawsuit, so why didn't you just wait for me to humiliate you? Why didn't you just wait for the judge's verdict? Why did you have to struggle and resist to find all this evidence?'

Brooke yelled at Zhou Ming, and even the law enforcement officer from the prosecutor's office could hardly hold him back. Zhou Ming, however, just smiled slightly in the face of Brooke's yelling, and asked him, 'Classmate Brooke, don't you think what you just said is ridiculous? Why should I obediently wait for you to target me? Why is it that in this trial, you can use so many methods against me, while I can only obediently let you do whatever you want?'

'Because you are a yellow-skinned bastard, you have no right to stand on this land in Massachusetts. I feel sick just thinking about breathing the same air as you!'

Brooke yelled at Ming Zhou, his emotions appearing to be very unstable. However, this was normal. First of all, Brooke had suffered greatly at Ming Zhou's hands. Now, he had finally found an opportunity to turn the tables on him, but he never expected that Ming Zhou would turn the tables on him again at the last minute, when victory was within reach. As a result, he would have to be taken into custody again. Most people would not be able to handle such a psychological roller coaster.

Brooke finally said, 'I'll tell you, I want you to be convinced, I want you to kneel down and call me Daddy, I want to see your expression of helplessness, I want to premeditatedly mess up your dormitory convenience store, I want to screw you up! I want you to go to hell with that nigger Hem!'

Hearing this, Brooke's lawyer Sapir hurriedly came up to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Zhou Ming turned to Allen and asked, 'Did you record that remark?'

Allen waved the recorder in his hand and said, 'Of course, with the FBI's evidence and his own confession, there is no chance of overturning this case. Perhaps we can also add a charge of racial discrimination against him, because he seemed to have cursed a nigger just now.'

Brooke's eyes widened, and he instantly understood that in the end, he had actually been tricked by Zhou Ming.

He glared at Zhou Ming. If eyes could convey temperature, Zhou Ming would have long since been reduced to ashes in Brooke's gaze. Unfortunately, this was impossible, so Brooke could only jump angrily in the arms of the two law enforcement officers from the prosecutor's office: 'Zhou Ming, you son of a bitch, and Allen, you scum of the American people, I'm going to kill you, I'm definitely going to kill you!'

However, no matter how much he cursed, it was useless, and he was still taken away by the law enforcement officers of the procuratorate.

Zhou Ming and Allen didn't even bother to look at him anymore. As he was taken away by the law enforcement officers, Zhou Ming said to Allen, 'Although we have overturned this case, the whole thing is not over yet. What's the situation with Wharton? Is he still insisting on the lawsuit?'

'I have already sent him a copy of the contract with highlights and my explanations. I believe he should have received it already,' Alan said.

'Are you saying that we can get the ownership of Wharton without a fight?' Zhou Ming asked.

'As long as this Mr Wharton is not as impulsive as that Mr Brook Jr., in case he insists on going to court with us, even though I can win with ease, it will take some time,' Alan said.

At this time, Zhou Ming's pager rang. Zhou Ming picked it up and glanced at it, then smiled and said to Allen, 'There's only one person who is that impulsive, and our Mr. Wharton is still very rational.'

Zhou Ming then showed Allen the pager, and the message on it was exactly from Wharton: "Mr. Zhou Ming, I need to talk to you face-to-face.'

'This is the most ideal outcome," said Allen.

Then Zhou Ming and Allen left the courthouse together amidst the noise and commotion of countless reporters. In fact, those reporters were not without the idea of interviewing them, but the defendant's seat and the hearing seat were separated. If Zhou Ming was determined to leave, it would be difficult for the reporters to stop him.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ming and Allen arrived at a bar in the Fenway district. Wharton was already waiting here. In front of him, there were two empty rum bottles, and it was clear that he was not in a very good mood here.

'Mr. Wharton, we meet again. I'm glad we can meet in a bar instead of in court. And drinking culture is a very distinctive culture in China, usually especially prominent in the business world.'

Zhou Ming said as he sat in front of Wharton. Wharton did not respond to Zhou Ming's teasing, but just stared at Zhou Ming fiercely, with an expression as if he could skin Zhou Ming alive.

Zhou Ming put his hands up: 'Okay, without further ado, let's get down to business. Regarding the ownership of Wharton...'

Zhou Ming's words were not finished when he heard Wharton suddenly speak from across the table: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, you deliberately set up a word trap in the contract. As long as I object to any of your actions, I will be in breach of contract. Why do you say that you used such despicable means to gain my company?'

'Walton Company was established with great difficulty. He is like my child. I had hoped that he would grow up strong and healthy, not to become a towering tree, but at least to bear fruit. But now, it is you, Zhou Ming, a despicable Chinese, who ruthlessly want to take him away from me, and still use such despicable means!' Walton scolded Zhou Ming.

'Despicable and shameless tactics? You really can say that, 'Zhou Ming laughed, "Before saying that, shouldn't you reflect on your own actions?'

'What's wrong with my actions?" Wharton asked Zhou Ming, his eyes wide and red.

'It seems that there is an old saying in the West that is true: bandits will readily admit their crimes, but scoundrels will vehemently deny and cover up...'

Zhou Ming's words were rudely interrupted by Walton: 'I am not a scoundrel, you are the scoundrel, the scoundrel who robbed my company!'

'If you really think so, I think you need to sober up first.'

Zhou Ming then picked up the unfinished glass of wine on the table and poured it directly into Wharton's face. While Wharton was stunned, Zhou Ming took out the prepared documents and placed them on the table, saying to him, 'This is the share agreement we signed. I contributed 1.5 million to purchase 51% of Wharton's company. Even if I don't specify anything, I think I will still be the person with the most say in the company. But what have you done, Mr. Wharton?'

'I registered the project of the dormitory convenience store at Harvard University under the name of Wharton Company, and in the name of Wharton Company, I helped the dormitory convenience store go through all the relevant procedures. I did not embezzle a single dollar from the company's accounts, but Wharton, you actually unilaterally declared that the dormitory convenience store was an illegal project, and at the same time, you also wanted to embezzle my 1.5 million shares?'

Zhou Ming sneered and continued, 'Mr. Wharton, you would say that Wharton Company is like your child, and you will not allow others to bully it. Then the dormitory convenience store and the 1.5 million shares are not my children, and you can bully them as you please?'

After Zhou Ming finished speaking, Wharton was still frozen in place, looking at Zhou Ming as if he had lost his soul. After a long while, he suddenly stood up, pushed all the wine bottles on the table onto the floor, and yelled at Zhou Ming, 'What are you? Can you compare with me?'

Wharton pointed at Zhou Ming and continued, 'You are from China, and your money was obtained through corruption. But my company was built up little by little through my hard work. I am going to use your money to build up my company. When it grows in the future, I will remember you, Chinese people. But you...you said why did you use such a plot against me, so why didn't you just hand over the money to me? You cunning villain!'

'Are you saying that you want to rob me of my money, and I should just hand it over and say thank you?' Zhou Ming asked with interest.

'I don't want you to say thank you, but your money will be of great benefit to the development of my company,' Wharton said.

Zhou Ming was so angry that he turned to Allen and asked, 'Today is the second time. I heard someone say that he was going to bully me, and he even put a knife to my neck. I couldn't resist, I could only submit.'

'Just as you said, Zhou Ming, a robber will admit his crime quickly and painlessly, but a scoundrel will vehemently deny and cover it up,' Allen said.

'That's true,' Zhou Ming sighed, stood up and said to Wharton, 'It seems that there is nothing more to talk about between us. Just wait for the court summons, Mr. Wharton. You will pay for your actions.'

After saying this, Zhou Ming and Alan turned to leave, but Wharton stopped him the first time: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, don't go. I don't want to go to court. I beg you, I'm willing to give you Wharton Company, just don't go to court again.'

Zhou Ming and Alan were both surprised, because Wharton actually knelt down to them as he spoke.

Zhou Ming helplessly patted his forehead and sighed inwardly: "This alcoholic's behaviour is really unpredictable."