I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 658 The Respect That Deserves It (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)
"Raymond Reddington, nicknamed Red Devil, is a former military intelligence officer."

He is also a key figure on the FBI's most wanted list.

He facilitated various transactions for criminals of all kinds around the world, brokering illegal businesses, and was known as the 'administrator of the criminal world'.

What do you think of this character design?

Tulsi Gabad was both amused and exasperated.

She had imagined all sorts of reactions from Liu Jin, but she never expected that he would actually tell her stories in the FBI interrogation room.

However, it seems quite interesting.

Tulsi paused for a moment, then said, "So, it's the Red Devils versus the FBI?"

"No, no, no, that's too cliché."

Liu Jin took a sip of coffee.

"vomit!"

Then he spat it out without hesitation.

"The coffee from the FBI is absolutely awful."

Tulsi felt his fist getting a little harder.

Not only him, but the old man behind the glass window and the other agents also had darkened faces.

Only the Black agent Bill, quite out of place, said, "I knew it, our coffee really is awful."

"Bill, shut up!"

The old man couldn't hold back any longer and cursed, "If you dare to say another word, I'll rip your head off and stuff it into your ass."

Upon hearing this, Bill immediately shut his mouth and made a zipper gesture.

"Intelligence agencies around the world are helpless against Reddington."

Until one day, he suddenly went to the FBI and turned himself in.

"Yes, like now, he's sitting in my seat, saying to your superior: 'I can provide a list, a list full of criminals' names. I can help you arrest them, but…'"

"but what?"

“I will work with Officer Tulsi Gabbard, and I will only work with Officer Tulsi Gabbard.”

"why?"

Tursi blurted out the question.

Liu Jin thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“I haven’t thought about it yet!”

"You haven't thought about what to say?"

"This is a story I just came up with while sitting in the room. It's just a rough outline; I need to work out the specific details."

"Amos, have you had enough fun?"

"I wasn't playing; I was just chatting with you."

Tursi, somewhat embarrassed and angry, slammed the folder in his hand onto the table.

"From February 19th, to a few days later, it was a total of forty days."

Diddy, Will Smith, Kanye West, and Jay-Z were attacked 32 times in succession.

"Three of them were sniper attacks, and two were by motorcycle gunmen..."

"Wait a minute, what does this have to do with me?"

“Amos, what I want to tell you is, don’t go too far. Your actions have seriously jeopardized America’s safety. I can tell you without exaggeration that with just one document from us, we can send you away from America.”

"Fine, I don't like it here anyway."

They were discriminated against, threatened, harassed in various ways, and slandered.

Do you think I really want to stay in New York? To be honest, I'm starting to regret accepting Columbia University's exchange program application. In France, I'm also of Asian descent, with a Chinese face, and at least people respect me. My teachers, my friends, they all care for me, and the media is accommodating.

Unlike here, where people slander us every day.

"Oh, and they even burned my books... I just don't understand. Are you Americans out of your minds? If you oppose me, just oppose me. Why go to bookstores to buy my works, and then a bunch of you burn them together?"

"Forehead!"

Tursi was a little unsure how to answer.

If Liu Jin had shown the slightest weakness just now, she would have seized the opportunity without hesitation.

However, Liu Jin's behavior showed extreme disappointment and disgust towards America, which left her at a loss for what to do.

Bill felt that several eyes were watching him in the room.

He felt a little ashamed.

Yes, if you're boycotting him, why burn his books? Isn't that money?

And it seems he's done something like that before.

Now, someone's gotten their face right in front of me and used their ultimate attack...

“Agent Tulsi, Amos’s lawyer has arrived. Let’s get straight to the point.”

The old man suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and said.

Tulsi paused for a moment, then said, "Amos, whether you admit it or not, we know you placed a hidden bet of fifty million dollars."

"I don't!"

"Okay, you didn't go down."

"Let's assume you were the one who placed the hidden bribe, how would you stop?" Liu Jin looked at Tursi, and after a long while, sighed.

“Tursey, you see, deep down you also discriminate against me.”

"I don't!"

"No, you do!"

Liu Jin raised his hand to stop Tursi from speaking, and then said, "You should know very well that I am very rich, a wealthy man."

"Yes, you are quite wealthy."

"Moreover, this money was earned through legitimate means, and it was all clean."

I paid taxes, a lot of taxes, and every time I came to America, I spent lavishly. My studio is small, but it employs four people, which increases America's employment rate. I have hundreds of millions of dollars sitting cleanly in my bank account, and I also have various collaborations with Universal, Columbia Pictures, and Warner Bros.

I wasn't wrong, was I?

"Yes!"

"Who does Diddy think he is? A street urchin who became a musician with a few nonsensical street songs. He plagiarized extreme melodies, then spouted nonsense about money, money, and freckles, and he became a successful person? How much money does he have? What culture did he create for America? And what right does he have to point fingers at me?"

If negotiations fail, they resort to smear campaigns; if smear campaigns fail, they threaten me with a car accident.

Who does he think he is?

A rat, a mouse that should be living in the sewers… what right does it have to be disrespectful? What right does it have to disrespect the hundreds of millions of dollars in my bank account? Look into my eyes, why, baby, tell me why?

"Mr. Amos..."

"Tursey, you haven't answered my question yet."

I earned my money honestly, through my intellect and talent. I should have been the center of attention, and I should have enjoyed the respect I deserved. But no, I didn't feel any respect at all in America.

I have a clear conscience, therefore I will retaliate in kind.

Tulsi Future is an awesome guy.

but now……

She's only 26 years old!
Even though she was a congresswoman from Hawaii, Liu Jin's words silenced her completely.

After Liu Jin finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair.

He let out a long breath and remained silent.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the old man was also having a headache!

This guy is really different from any other Chinese person he's met before; he's well-versed in America's underlying operating rules.

What rules?
Money is everything!

"Is there any cigarette?"

"Um, I don't smoke."

"It's good that you don't smoke."

Silence fell again in the room.

The old man took a box of Marlboro cigarettes out of his pocket, handed it to Bill, and gestured for him to take it over.

He had investigated Liu Jin and knew what kind of alcohol he liked to drink, what kind of cigarettes he liked to smoke, and... what kind of women he slept with.

Bill walked into the interrogation room, placed cigarettes and matches on the table, and left without saying a word.

Liu Jin picked up a cigarette and lit it.

He turned his head and looked at the glass window.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, waved at the glass window, and then smiled at Tulsi, saying, "It really is one-way glass."

Tursi covered his face.

"My exchange program ends in two months."

"what?"

"Two months later, regardless of whether Columbia University grants me a graduation certificate, I will have to go back to Toulouse to take the exam."

For the next two months, I'll be in seclusion writing the book I made a bet with Mr. Jeffrey. After I finish it, I'll leave, and what happens afterward will be none of my concern. That's it; if I were the one placing the bet, I would probably do the same.

After all, I don't want to be a criminal, nor do I intend to fight America's law.

I am a student, a writer… I don't offend others unless they offend me, but if someone does offend me, how can I swallow my anger without teaching them a lesson? I am a well-educated person, but those who offend me must be punished.

Tursi looked at Liu Jin for a while, then picked up the folder, got up and walked out.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.

"What was the name of that story you just told?"

"Um, I haven't decided yet... What do you think of a blacklist?"

Tulsi smiled.

She thought for a moment, opened the folder, pulled out a piece of white paper, and wrote down her email address and phone number on it.

“A very interesting story. I’d love to see it written sooner rather than later. I’m curious to know why Reddington wanted to work with Tulsi.”

"Could it be because Tulsi is a beautiful woman?"

"Pfft!"

Tursi smiled, opened the door, and went out.

Then, the door slammed shut again!

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(End of this chapter)