Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

The first thing heard on the tape recorder was Liu Wensen's tentative exploration.

Then, an extremely calm female voice, with a condescending tone, rang out in the living room.

"I have personal connections here."

"We can't use the official mail receiving center; the address is that apartment in Maryland."

In the recording, Shen Wanyi spoke clearly and logically, and every word she uttered precisely crossed the line of instigating crime.

Attorney Huang fast-forwarded a section and switched to another tape.

"Whether you say it or I don't say it, once we get our hands on that efficacy description, Dongfang Fengwu will be suspected of endangering public safety."

"Greenwood will handle the rest."

The voice was clearly identifiable; the tone and intonation were exactly those of the Ivy League graduate, the aloof eldest daughter of the Shen family.

Qian Weimin listened with amazement and gave Liu Wensen a thumbs up.

"Old Liu, it's a waste of your talent that you're not making Infernal Affairs."

"These few words, once recorded, mean even a god couldn't save her!"

Attorney Huang pressed the stop button, turned to look at Jiang Mian, and his tone became very serious.

"Ms. Jiang, with these original audio recordings as evidence, along with the express delivery receipts, financial records, and the copies provided by Mr. Liu that we intercepted earlier, the chain of evidence is now completely closed."

Attorney Huang's analysis was very logical and well-reasoned.

"As long as these materials are submitted to the North American prosecutors and the FDA's Department of Internal Affairs, Shen Wanyi's attempt to shirk responsibility and take the blame will immediately become a serious obstruction of justice."

Attorney Huang added, "Even if she had a hundred waivers signed, they would all be worthless pieces of paper."

That's it.

This is exactly the effect that Jiang Mian wanted.

She had gone to great lengths to release the coded product and had Qian Weimin accompany Smith and his group in circles, all in preparation for this decisive and crucial evidence.

Now that the goods have been delivered to our door, this pawn, which could turn against us at any time, has lost its value.

Jiang Mian yawned lazily and patted Lu Ting's hand.

"Put your things away."

Lu Ting stepped forward, closed the briefcase with one hand, and carried it away.

Liu Wensen looked at Jiang Mian nervously, "Miss Jiang, about the agreement..."

Jiang Mian looked at Attorney Huang, "Attorney Huang, according to Mr. Liu's wishes, draft a termination agreement on the spot."

Attorney Huang immediately took out a pen and letterhead from his bag and started writing quickly.

In less than ten minutes, a neatly written statement of termination was placed in front of Liu Wensen.

Liu Wensen's hand holding the pen was still trembling.

He signed his name and affixed his fingerprint to the document, and the heavy weight that had been pressing on his chest for days and nights finally lifted.

With the 20 million yuan bounty cleared and Shen Wanyi's mess out of him, he now only wants to leave this place of trouble immediately.

Jiang Mian picked up the warm water next to her and took a sip, her gaze falling on Liu Wensen.

"Mr. Liu, although the agreement has been terminated, I want to make it clear from the outset that I'm warning you."

Jiang Mian's tone was very gentle.

"After you sign, you must leave Hong Kong Island immediately and are not allowed to have any contact with anyone related to the Shen family."

Liu Wensen nodded repeatedly, "Definitely, definitely, I will never get involved."

"If you hear rumors in North America and try to come forward as a good Samaritan or witness, this termination agreement will be automatically void."

Liu Wensen felt a chill run down his spine and quickly grabbed the copy on the table and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I understand! I'll disappear today!"

After saying that, he stumbled out of the villa, escorted by Acheng.

Watching the car drive away outside, Qian Weimin laughed heartily.

"Dr. Jiang, this kid runs faster than a rabbit."

The living room fell silent again.

Lu Ting went over and opened the window wider so that the sea breeze outside could quickly dispel the unpleasant smell of smoke in the room.

He had been holding back for a while, and now his expression finally improved. He turned and went to the kitchen to cut fruit for Jiang Mian again.

Jiang Mian stood up from the sofa.

She took the briefcase full of cassette tapes, turned around, walked to Qian Weimin, and handed the briefcase to him.

"Boss Qian, you do the dirty work."

"Send the dirtiest people in the cleanest way possible."

"Alright, leave it to me!"

Qian Weimin, carrying a briefcase, came out of the villa on the hillside and got into the car with Attorney Huang.

The driver drove all the way to Wong's law firm in Central.

"Old Huang, you and your team aren't getting any sleep tonight!" Qian Weimin threw the box onto the large desk and clicked open the combination lock.

Inside, five black cassette tapes were neatly arranged.

Attorney Huang quickly adjusted his glasses and immediately called in the four assistants in the firm who were most knowledgeable in North American law.

For the next 48 hours, the blinds in this seaside office were never opened.

……

Two days later, a joint case file, more than eighty pages thick, was placed in front of Qian Weimin.

The documents included a notarized copy of the English transcribed content of the tape, a copy of the international mail parcel receipt, a stub of a one million dollar promissory note, and Zhou Zhichang's confession with his fingerprints on it at the Repulse Bay garage.

Everything was stitched together by Attorney Huang using an extremely tight chain of logic.

Attorney Wong also specifically sought out the most authoritative voiceprint identification center on Hong Kong Island to issue an extremely detailed comparative preservation report on Shen Wanyi's recordings.

Everything is in order.

Holding the stack of case files, Qian Weimin swaggered into the Peninsula Hotel's Huirui office.

When Smith saw him, he immediately stood up to greet him.

Qian Weimin didn't sit down; he simply slammed the brown paper bag onto the table.

"Mr. Smith, this is the final pledge of allegiance that Oriental Style has prepared for you."

Smith was completely bewildered. He unwrapped the wire and pulled out the documents inside.

He only flipped through the first three pages before his expression changed.

"You got your hands on a recording of her?"

"Not just the recordings, but all the bills and receipts." Qian Weimin patted the paper bag heavily.

"What's needed now is a whistleblower with legal status in North America to bring these things to the federal prosecutor's office."

Smith clenched his fists tightly.

Hui Rui filed a formal complaint against the Shen family?

This is tantamount to completely breaking ties within Wall Street circles.

After reading the case summary, Victor broke out in a cold sweat.

He quickly leaned close to Smith's ear and whispered.

"Sir, we've already stepped into these muddy waters."

"Now that Dongfang Fengwu has complete and irrefutable evidence, this matter will be exposed sooner or later."

"We had previously received business intelligence from the Shen family. If we don't proactively report it now, the prosecutor will quickly list us as accomplices who knowingly withheld information!"

This analysis of the pros and cons hits the nail on the head.

Smith gritted his teeth and stared up at Qian Weimin.

"If we submit this document, can we move on to the final stages of negotiations for the North American agency rights?"

Qian Weimin's smile was flawless.

"Of course, Doctor Jiang is always fair in rewarding and punishing, and this is a crucial step in securing a spot on the shortlist."

Without further hesitation, Smith grabbed the pen on the table and signed his name on a federal whistleblower authorization form as an independent victim.