Chapter 358: This is punishment

In the conference room of the headquarters building of Deep Blue Airlines, a grand press conference was being held, and Zhou Ming and Deep Blue Airlines' chairman Mark both attended the conference.

'Previously, the fluctuation in the stock price of Deep Blue Airlines was the result of manipulation by despicable people. They sent someone to follow Mr. Zhou and me, recorded our movements, and then heavily shorted and longed the stock of Deep Blue Airlines, causing all my investors to suffer heavy losses. But thank God and the FBI, fortunately this person was caught in time, and the court accepted the application to freeze his stock market funds. Now he can no longer harm Deep Blue Airlines.'

Facing the reporters in the audience, Mark recited from a prepared script: 'With the removal of the villain who was working behind the scenes, the stock of Deep Blue Airlines will return to normal. The loans that were previously affected by the stock market have now been disbursed, which shows that the bank still has confidence in Deep Blue Airlines. On the other hand, after this lesson, Deep Blue Airlines will also make every effort to adjust its future strategic deployment.'

'In the final analysis, the bottom line is that Deep Blue Airlines welcomes all investors to continue investing. Deep Blue Airlines will treat you like family and do its best to protect your investment!' Mark concluded.

Then it was Zhou Ming's turn to speak. He took the microphone from Mark, gathered his emotions, and said, 'First of all, I would like to say sorry to Mr. Mark and all the other shareholders and investors of Deep Blue Airlines. It was I who failed to promptly discover such a villain who was secretly sucking our blood and allowing our investment to become his nourishment.'

Mark comforted Zhou Ming, saying, 'Mr. Zhou, no one will blame you for this. After all, there was such a villain that none of us could have imagined. In the end, it was you who discovered him in time and brought him to justice, wasn't it? So you are the hero of Deep Blue Airlines!'

'It's just a pity that I could have discovered it earlier,' Zhou Ming said, shaking his head slightly. 'But to make up for this loss, my co-investors and I will invest at least another 20 million US dollars in public to purchase additional shares and bonds of Deep Blue Airlines.'

As soon as Ming Zhou said these words, the scene immediately became chaotic. The reporters, who had previously been lazy and unmotivated, suddenly perked up. One by one, they picked up their pens and frantically scribbled down Ming Zhou's words in their notebooks, while also taking photos of him. The Americans admire heroes, so they must record this great hero who taught the bad guys a lesson and saved Deep Blue Airlines, even though he has yellow skin.

Mark immediately responded, 'As I said before, Blue Sky treats all investors like family, including Mr. Zhou of course. I can make a decision on behalf of the board of directors here to give Mr. Zhou the most preferential shareholder treatment and the company's maximum bond interest rate.'

Then it was time for the press to ask questions. Immediately, a reporter raised his hand and asked Zhou Ming, 'Mr. Zhou, I heard that this time, Blue Sky suffered losses because you used some unscrupulous means to take over Wharton, and that Wharton's founder was retaliating maliciously, is that right?'

Zhou Ming had been in the United States for a quarter of a year and had been dealing with reporters for some time. He knew that these American reporters were cunning and mean, always trying to make big news to attract attention, so he was not surprised by this question.

Zhou Ming pretended to be surprised and replied, 'I don't know where you got this news, but I just want to say here that this is complete nonsense and completely impractical, because Deep Blue Airlines is a company that is very well regarded in the market. To move this stock, at least 20 to 30 million US dollars is needed. If he has this financial strength, then can I still acquire Wharton?'

'I heard that it was your sudden withdrawal of capital on Monday that caused another plunge in the stock price of Deep Blue Airlines. You said that you would accompany Deep Blue Airlines to the end, so aren't you betraying your own promise and hurting all the investors of Deep Blue Airlines by doing this?' Another reporter stood up and asked a very tricky question.

Zhou Ming remained calm: 'This is a very good question, and it is the reason for my previous apology. However, I had to do it because at that time I already knew that someone was targeting the stock of Deep Blue Airlines. I could only do this to keep the bad guy's money, so that I could follow the money to catch him and finally send him to where he belongs, which is prison.'

'So, Mr. Zhou, do you consider yourself a hero of Deep Blue Airlines?' another reporter asked.

'I like the title of hero very much, and I also admire heroes very much, but unfortunately I am not one, at least I have not yet fought off the aliens to save the earth,' said Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming's humour caused a burst of laughter in the room, and Zhou Ming's joke made many people involuntarily think of the well-known movie. These reporters said one after the other, 'First of all, you need to have red shorts, and then you have to wear them outside, and there has to be an S on your chest! Kent is from the distant planet Krypton, and you are from the ancient and mysterious East. From this perspective, you two do have a lot in common...'

Zhou Ming was at a loss for what to say to these reporters' teasing. He himself did not want to be, nor was he interested in being, a superhero, and just wanted to make his own little money.

Amidst the laughter, this press conference came to an end. Zhou Ming and Mark had lunch together before returning to Harvard. He arrived in front of the Economics Department building, but saw his beautiful class advisor, Jie La, waiting for him here.

In fact, Zhou Ming was a little helpless with Jie La. If she were an enemy, Zhou Ming would have a hundred ways to get her. Or he could simply ignore her, but she liked him, which was annoying. After all, a beautiful woman has a crush on you, and you slap her instead? This is very gratifying, but Zhou Ming thinks he can't do it.

So Zhou Ming had to go over there with a stiff upper lip: 'Teacher Jie La, I'm here for the morning and afternoon classes.'

Jie La snorted, 'You know how to come to class? You disobedient student, come to my office, I'll teach you a lesson!'

After she finished speaking, Jie La dragged Zhou Ming to her office. When they arrived, there were several students inside discussing problems.

Jie La then glared at them, 'Which grade are you in? Why are you in my office? Get out of here!'

With these words, several students ran out of the office, looking back at the closed door and saying to each other, 'I don't know what's wrong with Miss Jie La today, why is she in such a bad mood?'

'She's always in a bad mood, who let her teach such a troublesome class? There are so many Chinese people, I think the whole of Harvard, the most absenteeism is their class, especially the guy who just went in, I heard that he hasn't attended a few classes this semester.'

'He's in trouble then. Judging from Jie La's temper just now, she'll definitely scold him to death, so let's pray for him!'

...

Three people outside the door were observing a moment of silence for Zhou Ming, but they didn't know that just beyond the door was a very forbidden scene: the beautiful class teacher, who was admired by countless people, was kissing Zhou Ming at that moment.

Not only did the three students outside the door not expect it, but Zhou Ming also did not expect that Jie La would be so bold as to kiss him forcibly after closing the door. Zhou Ming struggled and pushed her twice and said, 'Teacher Jie La, don't do this, there are still people outside!'

Zhou Ming said this to remind her, but Jie La didn't care. She even deliberately stuck out her little, fragrant tongue and licked her lips, then deliberately leaned in Zhou Ming's ear and said to him, 'It's precisely because there are people outside that it's exciting. Don't you have a reaction? I said I want to teach you a good lesson for always not attending class!'

The fragrant warm wind tickled Zhou Ming's ears. If this was the punishment from the beautiful teacher, I'm afraid that more than a thousand people at Harvard would be scrambling to enjoy it.

However, Zhou Ming said with a sad face, 'But Teacher Jie La, I came to class this afternoon.'

'I know, I've already seen the news. On Monday, the stock price of Dark Blue Airlines plummeted. It must have been your doing, bad student. You lured Congressman Brook into the trap, then sold the stock to trap him, and reported him for insider trading, so that he was arrested. In this way, you won hands down.'

Jie La thought for a moment and then said, 'And this morning, at your press conference with Mr. Mark, you withdrew your funds and then injected them again, driving up the stock price and then easily withdrawing. You bad student must have made a lot of money from this investment, right?'

Zhou Ming was very surprised. He didn't think that even an old fox like Brock would fail to see the whole picture. He had fallen for it, but now Jie La had revealed the whole thing in one fell swoop. It was only then that Zhou Ming remembered that Jie La was not just pretty, but also a member of the Harvard Fund Research Association and a top student of economics and finance at Harvard.

Seeing Zhou Ming's surprised expression, Jie La was very pleased. She continued, 'Since Chairman Zhou's business is over, he will definitely have to come back to class. I know this, but I just want to punish you!'

While saying this, Jie La unbuttoned Zhou Ming's shirt, and with Zhou Ming's surprised gaze, she kissed her way down his chest. Even Jie La's small hands began to unbutton Zhou Ming's belt.

'Teacher Jie La, don't do this!' Zhou Ming exclaimed.

...

While there was a spring breeze in Harvard's office, in the No. 1 Detention Centre in the southern suburbs of Brighton, another event was taking place.

It is true that the law reigns supreme in the United States, but the ruling class in the United States are not fools. Since they cannot guarantee that they will not be caught by the law, they have to ensure that they can maintain their noble stature after breaking the law. Therefore, many special prisons have been built. These prisons are clean and tidy, with modern facilities, and offer everything except freedom. Massachusetts Prison No. 1 is one such prison.

Old Brook was temporarily detained here. He sat on his bed, lost in thought, as was his habit since entering the prison. He didn't know if it was because he refused to accept the reality or because his heart was dead.

An old bald man was sitting opposite him, talking incessantly, boasting about the money he had made on the outside and the girls he had screwed. Old Brock didn't want to pay any attention to him, but when he got tired of listening, he said back to him, 'Don't tell me about that. I'm not like you. I won't be locked up here forever. I'll get out and go out and punish the bastard who got me into this, until I send him to hell!'

As if it were a prophecy, as soon as the old Brock finished speaking, a prison guard suddenly came to the door and knocked on the cell door, saying, '9132, come out for a moment.'

9132 was the number of the old Brock. He looked up and saw the cell door open. He was taken outside and met a person. Brock could no longer hold back his emotions and said with a quaver in his voice, 'Anthony, my brother, you have finally come to save me.'

  The man in front of him was a white man with a refined appearance and black-rimmed glasses. He was no one else but Massachusetts Lieutenant Governor and Senate President Anthony.