Chapter 15: If you don't reciprocate, it's not polite.

'Deputy Director Mueller, what are you doing? On what grounds did you release a criminal suspect without authorization? This is dereliction of duty, and I will reserve the right to report you to the Parliamentary Oversight Committee!'

In the investigation office of the Election Committee in the Capitol Building, after Zhou Ming and the others had left in a big way, Lao Brook's anger could no longer be contained, and he immediately vented it on Deputy Director Mueller.

Although the parliament is a supervisory body of the FBI, in the face of Brooke's anger, Mueller still ruthlessly gave him a retort: 'I have not been derelict in my duties. If you idiot want to report, you can report to wherever you want, even to the governor, I will still accompany you! But I will also report to the speaker that you, a senator, have no brains and are abusing your public power here for personal gain!'

Old Brock and Mueller glared at each other angrily, both looking as if they wanted to devour the other alive. But Mueller was the first to come to his senses. He took a breath and said, 'Mr. Brock, I don't think there's any point in us fighting here. Instead of mindlessly accusing me here, why don't you think about why I let the Chinese guy go?'

Mueller's words suddenly made Brook realize what had happened, and he muttered, 'Why?'

'The reason is actually very simple,' Mueller replied. 'Senator Brook, I don't know if you remember what you once told me: that Chinese man, Zhou Ming, is a very clever person, and he probably already guessed that you would target him in this election. So do you think he would give you such a big opportunity knowing that you are targeting him behind his back?'

'Are you saying that someone else was behind the incident of having excrement thrown at me?' Brook asked in return.

Muller felt a little speechless at Brooke's question. He couldn't imagine how such a stupid person could become a senior senator, but he still answered honestly: 'I'm sorry, I don't want it to be like this either, but that's the truth. My assistant just came in and told me that the suspect in today's case has been arrested. According to the interrogation, he doesn't know anything about the Chinese at all. He was assigned by another candidate.'

Old Brook immediately responded: 'This must be Zhou Ming behind the scenes inciting that candidate to do so. As long as we catch that candidate, we will definitely be able to find out who the Chinese person is!'

'Representative Brook, why is it that no matter what I say, you just don't understand? This game of who the murderer is is not fun. Regardless of whether it is related to that Chinese person Zhou Ming behind the scenes, even if there is evidence pointing to him, it would be difficult to convict him with such a complicated contact us. And if it isn't him? Do you still want to be humiliated by that Chinese person again?'

After calming down a bit, Mueller continued, 'Mr. Brook, I know that because of your son's case, you have a lot of conflict with the Chinese, but maybe...this is also my suggestion, you should take your eyes off the Chinese for a while, so that you can regain your sharp mind, and you will discover more useful things. You will discover that the senator can do more than just make trouble for the Chinese.'

After Mueller finished, he also had no interest in continuing to dawdle here with Old Brook, and just left with a sentence of 'I have something else to do.'

Facing Mueller's departure, Old Brook just stood there without saying anything. In fact, as the self-appointed senator of Massachusetts, he certainly would not gain much, but because of the matter of Little Brook, he was blinded by hatred, which led to today's result.

One minute...two minutes...ten minutes...

Old Brook had been in his office for half an hour, staring blankly at the wall. The staff of the Fenway District Council were all peering outside the door, but due to the argument between Old Brook and Mueller just now, they subconsciously didn't dare to come in, for fear that they would also suffer for no reason.

Although the state parliament does not have a direct supervisory relationship with the district council, it is still very easy for a senior state parliamentarian to find trouble for a member of the district council. After all, the power and influence they have are completely different. For details, please refer to the Chinese person just now. However, they do not think that they can be as lucky as that Chinese person. Therefore, it is better to avoid trouble.

I don't know how much time passed before the old Brook in the office finally came back to his senses. He let out a sigh and said, 'Good for you, Zhou Ming, you're lucky this time, but don't think you can get away with it. We'll meet again, but there are some things I think I was a bit too kind about. Are you running for councilor of the Vidda community? I'll let you run a good campaign!'

Old Brook grinned evilly, startling the council staff who had peeked in through the door. At this time, he had no idea that the idea he was preparing would later help Zhou Ming again.

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While Old Brook was scheming against Zhou Ming in his office, the person he was scheming against had already got into the car and returned to Harvard.

In the car, Huang Yi recalled the situation just now and danced for joy: 'Teacher, you were really awesome just now! I didn't expect that you would not be afraid in the face of the investigation by the Congress and the FBI, and they could do nothing about you.'

'I have to thank the evil capitalist legal system,' Zhou Ming said with a smile. 'If this were in the West, I'm afraid I wouldn't even need an investigation, I'd just be shot. But here, they have to have solid evidence, and everything must be based on the law. That way, I'm not afraid of them, because they can't do anything to me.'

Zhou Ming paused for a moment and continued, 'As for the fact that they will keep targeting me, there is nothing I can do about it, because it seems that even if I don't do this, they will still keep targeting me, so it doesn't matter.'

Zhou Ming's words made Allen unable to help but give him a thumbs up, because even the President of the United States would not be able to sleep peacefully in the face of the targeting by Congress and the FBI, the largest monitoring and investigative agency. I'm afraid that only Zhou Ming can remain so calm.

'Just one thing, teacher, I'm curious. Why did they let us go so easily? I think within the framework of the law, they could have made things difficult for us,' Huang Yi asked curiously.

Zhou Ming did not answer Huang Yi's question, so Alan answered for him: 'If I'm not wrong, it's because they've arrested the key person, for example, the suspect who caused the incident this morning. After interrogation, they found out that it wasn't Mr Zhou Ming who did it, so they immediately released the person, so that we wouldn't complain afterwards.'

'But if they let me go now, won't I still complain?' Zhou Ming said with a hint of meaning, "If you don't return the favour, it's not polite. Lawyer Allen, how do you think I should thank them?'

'Two ways. One is to go to the relevant units to report and complain, such as the state parliament and the judicial bureau, or we can also collect evidence and directly prosecute," said Allen.

Zhou Ming nodded and smiled, 'Lawyer Allen, I think you should understand what I intend to do.'

'I think Mr. Zhou Ming is planning to sue directly,' Alan replied.

Zhou Ming shook his head, and Alan asked with some surprise, "Did I guess wrong? Mr. Zhou Ming, are you planning to report and complain?'

Zhou Ming still shook his head, which confused Alan, but Zhou Ming didn't keep him in suspense and then told him, "We Chinese are used to doing two things at once, reporting complaints and suing together is better.'

Alan also smiled, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, you've got them in a lot of trouble.'

'That's why I said that if you don't reciprocate, it's impolite! They're accusing us of slander and the FBI is summoning us for an investigation, so I'd be doing them a disservice if I didn't give them a big gift,' said Ming.

Alan nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go back and get ready, and I'll file a lawsuit against them in state court.'

'Then I'll leave it to Attorney Alan," Ming said politely.

Zhou Ming first sent Allen back to the law firm, and then returned to his Harvard dormitory by himself. His classmates from the finance class were waiting in the dormitory lobby. Although they all had great confidence in Zhou Ming, they were still inevitably a little worried in the face of the targeting by the council and the FBI. Therefore, when they saw Zhou Ming return, they immediately cheered, and girls like Ye Ning all cried out of joy.

'Teacher, it's great that you're back, we were all worried about you!' Ye Ning said with sobs.

Zhou Ming patted Ye Ning's little head gently to comfort her, and then said loudly, 'Classmates in the Finance Class, please rest assured. Since I am your teacher, I will be fine until I have graduated you all. Don't look so sad!'

Zhou Ming's words made his classmates burst into laughter. However, at this time, the dormitory door suddenly rang. This sudden knock made everyone freeze for a moment, and then they all became nervous. After all, once bitten, twice shy. Zhou Ming had just returned from the council and the FBI. They all understood that Brooke was targeting Zhou Ming, so it was only natural that they would be worried.

In fact, even Ming himself was a little surprised: did the FBI find evidence that he had framed Garrett? Or was it after he had sent Alan back?

But then the voice outside the door relieved everyone's worries: 'Ming Zhou, it's your class advisor, Jie La. Come out for a moment, I need to talk to you.'

It turned out to be his beautiful class advisor.

All the students in the finance class let out a sigh of relief, except for Ye Ning, who felt even more nervous.

Zhou Ming then told everyone to go back to their rooms, and only then did he open the door. Everyone else had already left, except for Ye Ning, who resolutely followed Zhou Ming and gave the class teacher a very hostile look.

As soon as Zhou Ming stepped out of the dormitory, he was bombarded with questions from Jie La: 'Zhou Ming, I'm asking you, did you go register to run for office today? And did you organise the whole dormitory?'

Zhou Ming felt very innocent about this: 'I say, Miss Jie La, I don't remember any Harvard rules that forbid running for office. We are all normal people with political power. Although we don't have the right to vote, it's still fine to set up a foundation to help with the campaign. Besides, today is the weekend, and our class doesn't have any classes, so I'm not skipping class.'

'It's true that there isn't, but why didn't you tell me? I've been in touch with you more often than you have with me on this matter. I used to work as an assistant in Chairman Anthony's campaign foundation, and I know the campaign process very well,' said Jie La.

Zhou Ming was helpless. He never imagined that the reason his beautiful class teacher had made a special trip to his door was for this reason.

While Zhou Ming was in a daze, Ye Ning stepped forward and said on Zhou Ming's behalf, 'Ms. Jie La, thank you very much, but I don't think we need it. Besides, Speaker Anthony is not a good person. You worked under him, and we won't trust you.'

Jie La turned to Ye Ning and said, 'Ye Ning, are you doubting me? Besides, I was asking Zhou Ming's opinion, and it has nothing to do with you.'

'Think whatever you want, but I am the administrator of this campaign foundation, and I have the right to say this.' Ye Ning showed no signs of weakness.

Hearing Jie La and Ye Ning confronting each other in front of him, Zhou Ming was at a loss, because he knew very well that they were ostensibly talking about the campaign, but in reality they were both aiming at him. However, he was the worst at handling these kinds of triangular relationships. In the end, Zhou Ming could only lament in his heart: this kind of love triangle is really not for the average person to handle!