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

The two-story villa, with an attached one-story building, was originally the residence of the Indonesian commander's guards and servants.

The villa, which features Portuguese colonial elements, was originally the residence of Portuguese officials in the 1970s. After the Indonesians occupied East Timor, it was renovated and decorated.

During this period, the "outpost" also underwent simple renovations and a thorough cleaning.

The oval blue pool in the beautiful backyard garden has had its water intake filtration system reinstalled.

The main building has a red tiled roof and luxurious interior furnishings, including imported furniture, crystal chandeliers, and thick wool carpets that have been laid out after the original wooden floors were deeply cleaned.

The newly installed central air conditioning system, including a high-powered diesel engine, is unique among the villas in Dili.

Even in Dili city proper, water and power outages are frequent, not to mention the suburbs, where there is no stable power supply.

In remote mountain villages, people never even knew what electricity was.

Little Brown Girl and Little Black Girl walked inside, both exclaiming in amazement.

Little Black didn't mention it, but Little Brown actually comes from a powerful family in Dili, and is the granddaughter of the vice-speaker. Otherwise, she wouldn't have become one of the first prosecutors in the new East Timorese government.

But at this moment, she looked around curiously, like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden.

Besides the three people, there was also Shisihua standing in the living room porch.

The remaining 1.6 cents were not here, but were scattered and hidden, staying in other hotels and guesthouses.

The two maids living in the annex building, who are considered pretty by local standards, were hired by Fourteen Flower from the refugee camp.

In terms of security, the area where these detached villas are located is right behind the Presidential Palace and opposite the headquarters of the support mission. It is one of the safest areas in East Timor, with police patrols present almost 24 hours a day.

"Boss, can I really move in?" Little Brown Girl looked at Zhou Hong incredulously.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "Of course, this will make it easier for us to study the case later, and we can also calculate it as overtime."

Little Brown Girl was speechless. Her grandfather had asked yesterday if she could learn anything from her current prosecutor. He'd heard she was from Elephant Country and only eighteen. Elephant Country was being far too perfunctory; if things didn't work out, they'd just move her to a different prosecutor's office.

So, the first thing we're learning from the "teacher" is how to cheat our way of calculating overtime hours?

But the environment here is just too good, a hundred times better than my own home. Who could resist such a temptation? I'm not a very self-disciplined person like my grandfather.

"Thank you, boss!" Little Brown Girl's initial reluctance vanished in a second, and she immediately agreed.

Then she looked at Clara and said, "Sister Clara, why don't you move in too?" She might be older than Clara, but she was used to calling her that.

"Me?" Clara hesitated.

"Let Little Brown Girl have some company, move in here," Zhou Hong said with a smile.

After dinner last night, I took them home one by one, only to find out that Clara was staying in a very remote little hotel, which was not even as good as the guesthouses in China in the 1960s and 70s.

Clara's family is probably middle class in Australia, but after starting university, she might not like asking her family for money.

"Okay, thank you, Prosecutor Hong." Clara nodded gently and smiled. "I can't afford the rent, so I can only offer you extra services outside of work."

Clara has a strikingly beautiful and delicate face, usually exuding a cool and aloof air like a Western angel, but when she smiles, she becomes exceptionally alluring.

"What extra services?" Little Brown Girl winked mischievously.

"For example, when the prosecutor needs to run errands to buy personal items, there are many such requests. I am a delivery specialist." Clara's defense was impeccable.

"Okay, then you two choose a room, and then we'll have lunch together. I'll help you bring your things over." Zhou Hong gestured, interrupting the two's inexplicable conversation.

As he spoke, Zhou Hong glanced at the welfare fund module. After entering the KODIM residence, all the expenses, including rent and renovation costs, were converted into charitable funds from the local "East Timor Residence".

Moreover, Clara and Little Brown Girl were also nominated as servants, obviously because they lived in his house for free and had an economic bond with him.

With a thought, the two became servants, both in the fourth column, the same column as Zhu Mao and Zhu Hua. Their notes both read "Minor Assistant in Official Career," with an annual stipend of 5 days' salary.

The annual allowance should be supplemented to "16 + 32 + 64" US dollars.

Okay, that's another $200 million made.

……

In the afternoon, after handling a few simple cases, Zhou Hong took two bailiffs to the No. 1 refugee camp immigration point and chatted with the refugees for the afternoon.

Afterwards, he treated all the office staff to dinner, because everyone would have to work overtime after dinner.

Indian bailiff Rajesh declined to go to dinner.

The remaining six people, including Zhou Hong, were crammed into the Land Rover and were pulled back to the Kodim residence by Zhou Hong.

The villa's annex originally housed a meeting room from the Indonesian military occupation. Now renovated, it's air-conditioned and features modern sofas, making it more like a salon than a meeting room.

It really did feel more like a casual after-dinner gathering, with the maid serving everyone tea, snacks, and fragrant tea.

Zhou Hong mentioned the "war" in the refugee camps and encouraged everyone to speak freely.

"Can I really speak...?" The speaker was Ben Dituo, a local bailiff and a lieutenant colonel from the old regime.

His words also represented the sentiments of several people.

For example, the technician Xiao Hei, and the translator Maria.

Even Clara, as an "administrative" assistant, would not participate in discussions about the case.

Little Brown Girl is the only one who can truly discuss the case with Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "We're all one big family. If you're free, just chat. Maybe I'll get some inspiration."

Bendituo nodded, but frowned in thought. Clearly, there was no solution. The conflict between the Deton and Manbai people had a long history, and the fact that Refugee Camp No. 1 was crammed with refugees in such a small camp made the conflict between the two sides extremely acute. This was not the first time the two sides had clashed, but this time the consequences were a bit more serious.

If not handled properly, there is a risk that the two major ethnic groups in the refugee camps may resort to more drastic measures.

"If you ask me, we should arrest and sentence those two old charlatans!" Clara was the boldest of them all, being the first to voice her opinion.

"If no one presides over the service, we Durtons will consider it an offense to God..." the little brown girl whispered.

"Why not just find anyone to host it?" the technician, a young African man, casually remarked.

This immediately earned him eye-rolls from Little Brown Girl and the translator Maria.

Maria is also a local young woman who studied English in Australia. She comes from a well-off family and received Portuguese education from a young age. Her Portuguese name is Maria.

"Without a convincing conviction, clergy across the country will protest," Mary said.

Once they started talking, their discussion became increasingly lively.

Zhou Hong closed his eyes slightly to rest, seemingly considering everyone's opinions, but in reality he was studying the system modules.

Currently, 911 people have been rescued, and we are striving to reach 1000.

However, the number of servants is only 479, which is because I recently accelerated the recruitment of servants.

Before coming to East Timor, I visited several branch offices.

Originally, only the branch company's senior management were in the servants' category. Now, any middle-level managers or junior employees who have been seen as reserve servants have been thrown into the servants' column.

Therefore, we still need 21 more people to reach 500. There is no other way, even among our own company employees, only those we have met in person have a chance to be included in the candidate list for servants.

The discussion gradually subsided as everyone sipped their tea and pondered something.

"Okay, that's all for today. Thank you for working overtime with me; it was very rewarding."

As Zhou Hong spoke, he made a gesture, and Shisihua brought over several envelopes.

"For you guys, overtime doesn't count towards your vacation days, and you don't get any extra compensation, so I'm giving you some personal allowance."

Zhou Hong glanced at his watch and said, "We've been working overtime for four hours today." Actually, it had only been a little over an hour since they entered the salon meeting room.

However, if we calculate from the 5 pm closing time, it is indeed past 8 pm now, so rounding it up to 4 hours makes sense.

"Our duty allowance is $95 per day, which is $12 per hour. For 4 hours, everyone gets $50."

The envelopes that Shisihua handed to each person contained a green paper with a face value of 50 yuan.

The group was taken aback and declined the offer.

"Boss, how could you use your own money?"

"Yes, no, absolutely not."

Zhou Hong coughed and said, "If anyone doesn't take it, I won't call them for overtime anymore. What's the point of calling them if they don't treat me like one of their own?"

"Boss, thank you..." Ben Dituo was the first to put away the envelope, his face full of gratitude.

He was a military officer in the old days and lived a very comfortable life, supporting a large family.

As a result, East Timor experienced a change in government, and he was unemployed for a long time, spending all his savings. He finally managed to secure his current job, but as a local government employee, he may earn more than most people, but compared to UN employees, his salary is meager, and his family struggles to make ends meet. He feels ashamed every day when he sees his wife's resentful eyes, and he even has to work a second job every night.

The $50 in the envelope represents his current monthly income.

He couldn't resist the temptation and vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to help Prosecutor Hong.

Ben Dituo took the lead, and the others accepted it with varying expressions.

Zhou Hong smiled: "That's more like it!"

The list of candidate servants now includes the portraits of Bendituo, Xiao Hei, and Maria.

There was even one more person to be rescued, namely Bendituo.

Now that Tongzi's IQ has increased, he must have judged that Bendi Tuo would get out of his predicament with his help.

However, this doesn't apply to children sponsored by the Northwest itself, probably because the authorities believe there are too many variables and they need to see the final outcome.

Moving the three portraits into the servant column brings the number of servants to 482, bringing us one step closer to 500 servants.

Huh? Benteto is in the second to last column, receiving a 3-day annual allowance.

Little Black and Maria were in the last row, receiving their annual daily allowance; this was to be expected.

Even so, if they were given $50 a day, it wouldn't amount to $2 a year.

Their annual allowance is $12, not to mention the additional $8 or so for the retroactive payments for both active and non-active service.

Benteto's 3-day allowance was an unexpected bonus.

Furthermore, my ideas were validated.

Sure enough, even if they weren't his employees, because he provided them with an "office" and subsidies, Tunko considered them as temporary employees, thus qualifying them for the candidate servant column.

In fact, servants' output is becoming an increasingly large part of the economy.

The daily wage is over $120,000; even for a few hundred lowest-ranking servants, that's tens of millions of dollars.

Moreover, because the payments are distributed in three phases, each activation of the lowest-level servant requires an annual allowance of approximately $20.

Annual revenue has already been measured in "hundreds of millions of US dollars".

Fortunately, the current "annual allowance" does not need to be used for any specific purpose.

So, aside from salary payments, any surplus funds are invested in a wholly-owned investment fund owned by Sister Yu'er, and then transferred to "New Power Angel Investment," which is wholly owned by me.

This can be considered as completing his money laundering of the system. Logically, he gave all the annual allowance to Sister Yu'er, and Sister Yu'er then gave it back to him.

"New Force Angel Investment" is registered on Paradise Island and mainly invests in some Western stocks and participates in the financing of potential companies, such as Google, a future internet giant. "New Force Angel Investment" participated in GG's third round of financing.

They invested $100 million and acquired 15% of GG's shares.

The reason for not participating too much is that everything is uncertain. GG becoming the world's number one high-tech company in terms of market value is the result of the combined efforts of many investors.

If "new force angel investment" takes the lead now, then the future GG may not be the same as the GG of the past.

So, good enough is fine. It won't interfere with GG's development direction. We can just enjoy the future benefits.

……

After Bendituo, Xiao Hei, and Maria left, Zhou Hong took a relaxing bath.

Listening to Little Brown Girl and Clara chattering excitedly downstairs, especially Clara, even though it was just a shower, she hadn't been able to take such a comfortable bath in a long time. In the guesthouse's public bathroom, the water would either suddenly stop or be too cold. She had to be careful to avoid being spied on, so she always chose unpredictable times to go.

Zhou Hong deliberately locked the door, but no one came to push open his bedroom door in the middle of the night.

When Zhou Hong woke up in the morning, he couldn't help but smile, wondering what he was thinking.

But boys need to take extra care of themselves when they're out and about, right?