Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

Located in the city center, the Dili Hotel Restaurant boasts a pleasant ambiance with air conditioning, white tablecloths, professional service staff, and even a pool bar. It's one of the few remaining internationally-standard dining venues in Dili, offering an à la carte menu primarily featuring Portuguese cuisine with Asian elements, as well as Western-style formal meals and banquet services. Since its opening last year, it has become a preferred venue for hosting heads of state, diplomats, and senior UN officials.

The average expenditure per person is $30-50 (excluding drinks), which is equivalent to a month's salary for a resident of Dili city. And the residents of Dili city have a much higher income than the average East Timorese.

Today, Zhou Hong and his group of eight ordered a dish that made Tanui's eyelids twitch; the average cost per person was definitely not less than $50.

The appetizer is a seafood platter (grilled shrimp, squid rings, and fish chunks, served with lemon juice and hot sauce), which costs $15 per person.

We also ordered Portuguese-style seafood paella, which included shrimp, squid, and shellfish, for $25 a serving. We also ordered Portuguese fruit and vegetable bakaru (pickled cod with potatoes, onions, and olives), Portuguese roast chicken, and more.

The most terrifying thing was that Prosecutor Hong ordered Australian lobster as the main course. These are dishes where the ingredients are not guaranteed to be available. Prosecutor Hong heard that there were Australian lobsters that had just arrived at the port that day, so he asked if they had any weighing more than 3 kilograms. Tanui almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the waiter replied that the largest of the lobsters that arrived weighed 1.9 kilograms.

"Then we'll take two."

Tanui, who had just calmed down, felt a pang of guilt. "Is this even human language? When someone else is treating you, you order the food. Is that the rule in your transvestite country?"

"Alright, that's all for now!" Zhou Hong closed the menu.

In fact, I noticed the extremely rich changes in the old man Tanui's facial expressions.

Clearly, this is an old swindler. Although the old man comes from a poor country in Africa, the more impoverished the country, the richer and more powerful the people there are.

Of course, in such a country, if an old man is appointed as an international prosecutor, he will most likely be sidelined.

The reason is that young and middle-aged prosecutors come here to gain experience and prestige, but at his age, there is no possibility of further advancement. He has no choice but to give up his domestic power to participate in the peacekeeping support mission in this godforsaken place, and he is naturally suppressed.

"Prosecutor Tanui, it's my treat today. How about the drinks?"

As they were talking, Zhou Hong's satellite phone rang.

"Arrived? All the formalities are done? Already left the port area? Okay, deliver it to the Dili Hotel restaurant, I'll go down and get it." Zhou Hong stood up. "Don't order any drinks, I just happened to have some things arriving in port, I'll go get them."

When Zhou Hong went downstairs, he found Clara quickly catching up with him and following him into the elevator.

Clara, dressed in a bright red dress, with fair skin, a hot figure, long white legs, black stilettos, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a delicate face, was truly a sexy stunner.

"Prosecutor Hong, do you have guests?" As an office assistant, she was clearly doing her job diligently. Prosecutor Hong had just arrived in East Timor, and helping him get familiar with the environment and communicating with him was part of her duties.

"Someone's bringing over some wine, you don't need to go down." Zhou Hong waved his hand and held the elevator door shut.

"I'll stay with you." Clara pressed the close button on the elevator.

Zhou Hong wasn't one to ramble on, so he nodded and said nothing more.

……

A few minutes after the two arrived outside the hotel, a silver-white Land Rover pulled up in front of them.

The slender girl driving smiled shyly after Zhou Hong patted her head. She handed Zhou Hong the car keys and registration, bowed slightly, and got into the taxi.

It was Shisihua, Zhou Hong's coordinator and liaison officer in East Timor and the outside world, who had come to pave the way long ago.

Although this Land Rover is the top-of-the-line model, it is naturally not eligible for the "public vehicle" parking space. It was originally purchased by Zhou Hong using the main regional public funds. Now it seems that the main regional public funds it consumed have been restored, and the public funds of the East Timor Residence have been deducted by US$8.1.

When clearing customs at Dili Port, although it was not a UN official vehicle but an international prosecutor's private vehicle, Dili customs treated it the same as a UN vehicle, with no customs duties or other miscellaneous fees, allowing it to enter the country directly, and even giving it a blue license plate with white lettering from the UNMISET (United Nations Support Mission).

In East Timor, if you're going to the countryside and need high-performance off-road capabilities, a Hummer might be the best choice, followed by a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

But Zhou Hong had had enough of driving them, so he got a Land Rover, which is much more comfortable than a Hummer or a G-Class. It's enough for the suburbs around Dili, as long as he doesn't go to remote rural areas.

If I'm ever transferred to an area outside of Dili in the future, I can just get a helicopter for commuting.

The "residence" also has a dedicated bus seat.

The system reimbursement limit is one-tenth of the actual "official vehicle" expense.

As for fuel consumption, maintenance, and so on, they are all reimbursed by the system, just like the benefits for "public transportation".

Moreover, although it is only one-tenth of the "public vehicle" reimbursement limit, because the public vehicle limit is based on annual salary, the holiday effect, and has the "philanthropist" and "thrifty" four-fold buff, its limit has reached as high as US$4672 million.

The "Residence" bus allowance is US$467.2 million.

Although the "East Timor Residence Bus Quota" is insufficient for the top-of-the-line S-92 large helicopters equipped in Laos, it is still not a problem to buy a medium-sized helicopter worth several million US dollars.

Hmm? I'll do it myself when I get home tonight, and then ship it over whenever there's demand. It's all system benefits anyway, might as well use it.

These transportation costs are also covered by the system's "public vehicle" maintenance reimbursement.

Zhou Hongzheng was pondering this when he was slightly taken aback. It turned out that the "public funds" quota for the "East Timor Residence" had been restored, while the "charity funds" quota had been reduced by US$8.1.

After a moment's thought, it seems that Tongzi's judgment that he, as a prosecutor, bought a car to facilitate investigations was also a way of helping the people of East Timor.

Looking up, I saw Clara standing to the side, trying her best not to look into the car, showing a respect for her leader's privacy.

"Alright, let's go, we're heading back!" Zhou Hong took a bottle of red wine from the specially made temperature-controlled compartment in the trunk, pulled out a box of cigars from another humidifier, made a gesture, and walked towards the hotel entrance.

Although tobacco and alcohol arrived on the same ship as the Land Rover, they were stored separately and carefully loaded into the vehicle upon arrival at port.

"Prosecutor Hong, shall I help you?" Clara reached out her hand, and Zhou Hong handed her the wine bottle.

The newly released 2000 vintage of Romanée-Conti is a testament to the exceptional quality of the grapes from the Left Bank, making 00 a top vintage for Burgundy.

The 00 vintage of the Conti sold for around $8000 in the US market.

……

Zhou Hong and Clara returned to the table, where appetizers had already been served.

Seeing Clara calling the waiter to help her sober up, Zhou Hong laughed and said, "It's alright, this is new wine, it won't taste bad even if you drink it directly, don't wait."

"Wait, boss, let me take a picture! Conti, haha, I can drink Conti too, God bless me..." Xiao Hei chuckled and took out his camera phone.

Zhou Hong was speechless. It seemed like a pipe dream, and many socialites on Xiaohongshu were behaving this way.

This little black guy, a boy, exudes the air of a socialite from his social media feed... ah, this...

"Prosecutor Tanui, here you go!" Zhou Hong opened the cigar box and tossed over a cigar.

I just grabbed it from the trunk without thinking; I don't even know what kind of wine or cigar I took.

Now it appears to be a Cohiba Churchill cigar, a pack of 15, with a Cuban factory price of $35 per cigar.

"Churchill, this is good stuff!" Tanui's eyes lit up immediately, clearly showing that as a senior prosecutor in a corrupt African country, he had seen a lot.

Then Tanui's face fell, only to see Zhou Hong give one to each of the technical assistant Xiao Hei, bailiff Rajesh, and Bendituo.

In other words, every man present who sees this gets a share.

Tanui rolled his eyes. What would they know? What a waste!

"You might not be able to get this cigar for $50 at a duty-free shop outside of Cuba. You guys should really enjoy it!" Tanui exclaimed.

Xiao Hei, Rajesh, and Bendituo were all stunned, staring at the thick cigars in their hands, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Just as Zhou Hong was about to speak, Clara whispered a reminder, "Should we ask Bendituo to come downstairs and keep an eye on your car?"

Hmm, that's quite clever; she immediately realized that she must have a lot of good stuff in her car.

Moreover, it is clear that in his own office, the local Aboriginal bailiff Ben Ditto has the lowest status, even though he was once a lieutenant colonel in the previous regime.

"No need!" Zhou Hong smiled.

There is naturally someone named "Mao" watching over his vehicle.

In this chaotic land of East Timor, eight "guards"—two white and six white—came to secretly assist him in his work.

"Oh, Prosecutor Punam!" Prosecutor Tanui stood up and waved to greet him.

A handsome middle-aged Indian man in a suit was passing by in the side aisle.

Zhou Hong looked over and, upon hearing the name, wondered if it was the former prosecutor in his office who had been transferred to headquarters before he arrived.

Punam turned his head, paused slightly, then walked over with a smile, shook hands with Tanui, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then looked at Zhou Hong, smiling, "You are my successor, Prosecutor Hong?"

Zhou Hong stood up, shook hands with him, and smiled, saying, "Hello, Prosecutor Punam."

Punam laughed, "Very young, very good!" His gaze then fell on Clara. "Clara, you can definitely learn a lot from such a young prosecutor. You need to work on your temper and avoid making the same mistakes again!"

"Get out of my sight!" Clara said coldly, radiating an aura that warned others to stay away.

Zhou Hong was stunned. It was the first time he had seen Clara with such an expression. Her face was full of disgust, as cold as ice, and even her bright red lips seemed to have lost their sex appeal.

"Clara, do you want to be fired?" Punam asked coldly.

Zhou Hong had a bad impression of Punam from his sarcastic and increasingly sarcastic tone when he referred to himself as a "young" prosecutor.

His expression turned serious: "Prosecutor Punam, it's not your place to instruct my office staff, is it?"

"Ah, you two, this..." Old man Tanui was a little confused.

Punam nodded to him: "I have friends over there, see you later." He turned and left.

The atmosphere at the table became somewhat tense.

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Come on, let's drink! Let's ignore these pointless people."

Everyone raised their glasses, and Xiao Hei licked his thick lips. "I bet that guy doesn't know what kind of wine we have in our glasses. We're not telling him, just to annoy him!"

Little Brown Girl chuckled, and the dining table gradually became lively again, although the conversations were not loud.

Moreover, they had all been Punham's subordinates, so it seems they had no affection for their former "boss".

"Clara, what's wrong?" The old black man, Tanui, looked at Clara with concern.

"I signed a confidentiality agreement, so I can't say." Clara gently shook her head.

Tanui frowned: "There's a rumor that Punam harassed you, and you complained about it?"

Zhou Hongxin shook his head. He acted like a caring elder, but he lacked boundaries. It was obvious that the other person didn't want to continue the topic.

Clara glanced at Zhou Hong and said, "Prosecutor Hong, what do you think about my complaint against him?"

After all, no boss likes a subordinate who complains about their supervisor; this is a major taboo in office politics, and the same applies within the framework of the United Nations.

Zhou Hong pondered and said, "Since you brought it up, let me guess. After you filed your complaint, the investigators ultimately didn't accept your version of events. At that point, the Indian guy voluntarily applied for a transfer, and then you were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement. In order to earn extra credits for international volunteer legal assistance, you ultimately chose to compromise?"

Clara looked at Zhou Hong in surprise. If the beginning of the incident was not hard to guess, the subsequent events seemed to be witnessed by this new young prosecutor.

"Come on, have some lobster!" Zhou Hong smiled and changed the subject.

Actually, it seems that Clara noticed the Indian guy, who was also known as the "salted pig's trotter."

UN peacekeeping personnel are prohibited from having sexual relations with their superiors, regardless of whether it is a romantic relationship or not.

Because of the unequal power between superiors and subordinates, there is a suspicion of sexual exploitation.

Perhaps the weaker party doesn't even realize that what actually attracts them is the allure of having control over their future.

Therefore, in many countries, it is easy to define "sexual exploitation or sexual harassment" as a legal matter between superiors and subordinates.

The same applies to the relationship between teachers and students.

Of course, ironclad rules are one thing, but the actual situation is hard to say.