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

Happy Restaurant is right next to the Fu Lai Hotel, and it's also a Chinese-owned restaurant.

In the private room, Zhou Hong, Gao Tiejun, and Xu Xiaolin discussed the situation at Refugee Camp No. 1.

According to Gao Tiejun, the prisoners handed over by the two tribes, based on the statements of the parties involved and eyewitnesses, should be real suspects, rather than just a few useless scapegoats as before.

Xu Xiaolin was quite surprised and wanted to know how this fellow prosecutor had managed to get both sides to cooperate.

"How did you know the details of the fight between the two sides?" This was the question Xu Xiaolin most wanted to ask.

As the day passed, some rumors circulated among the refugees, and Prosecutor Hong knew the details of the day's brawl perfectly.

"I persuaded one of the parties involved," Zhou Hong said vaguely.

"No, some people say that you didn't mispronounce a single word in their conversation during the fight."

"Everyone likes to exaggerate their stories, right, Brother Xu? It's not that I have any channels you don't know about. For example, I went to the garrison to inquire and see if there were any drones patrolling overhead that day, but there really weren't any."

Xu Xiaolin felt relieved, as he had always suspected that even in peacekeeping operations, other countries' intelligence systems might be excluding China.

"Xiao Hong, the food today is a bit extravagant!" Gao Tiejun said with a smile.

The table was laden with a luxurious seafood and beef feast, featuring lobster as the main dish. The wine wasn't the cheap liquor provided by the restaurant; it was the wine that Zhou Hong brought.

I opened a bottle of ten-year-aged Wuliangye and a bottle of Hennessy Richard.

Hennessy Richard corresponds to Rémy Martin's Louis XIII, a cognac aged for over fifty years.

"Xiao Hong, I heard you're planning to get some supplies for Refugee Camp No. 1 separately?" Gao Tiejun asked again.

Zhou Hong nodded: "Yes, and there are also young and middle-aged laborers. I'm also going to try to find some jobs for them."

Gao Tiejun gave a thumbs up, "Xiao Hong, it seems you've inherited our glorious tradition. In community work, we like to mediate every little thing to solve problems at their root."

"Well, for poor people, the problem isn't scarcity but inequality. You did the right thing, but other refugees in other camps, including local residents, will definitely have their own opinions when they hear about it." Xu Xiaolin shook his head.

"Luck is sometimes the most important thing in a person's life, and you have to accept it..." Zhou Hong picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"You little brat! You mean the refugees in Camp 1 were lucky to run into you, right?!" Xu Xiaolin glared at him.

"Brother Xu, Xiao Hong seems to be right." Gao Tiejun chuckled.

Gradually, he stopped treating Zhou Hong as an outsider and started calling him "Brother Xu" instead of "Director Xu".

"That's true! But this kid is infuriating!" Xu Xiaolin puffed out his beard and glared. "So what? Tie Jun and I were just lucky to run into you and get to eat a lobster feast?!"

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "If I want to treat you to a lobster feast, I'd have to go all the way from Dili to Beijing. It depends on whether you want to go or not, right?"

"Bullshit!" Xu Xiaolin glared. "You have no common sense at all. From Dili to Beijing, that's 5 kilometers. Even if each person is lined up 5 meters apart, that's still over a million people. You find me a million people who wouldn't make me pay for their meals. If you could find that, I would have quit my job long ago!"

"Bro, you're getting serious, this is outrageous..." Gao Tiejun laughed and raised his glass. "Come on, let's have a drink, the three of us. I have Hennessy in my glass, the top-of-the-line Hennessy brand. I've never even heard of Hennessy before."

"You, you've been drinking foreign liquor ever since you came out!" Xu Xiaolin glared at Gao Tiejun. He and Zhou Hong both had Wuliangye in their glasses, while Gao Tiejun had poured himself a glass of brandy.

"Our Xiao Hong also loves drinking foreign liquor, but I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with just drinking baijiu..." Gao Tiejun chuckled.

"No, I don't care what I drink, they're all the same!" Zhou Hong smiled and clinked glasses with the two men.

Everyone took a big gulp, with Gao Tiejun taking the most. Zhou Hong said helplessly, "Brother Gao, slow down. This stuff is easy to swallow, but it'll really make you drunk later."

Gao Tiejun laughed and said, "I love the feeling of being drunk. I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight. I haven't slept well for months."

Xu Xiaolin snorted, "Is it my fault? I shouldn't have taken you! You were teaching criminal investigation, weren't you?"

"Look, Brother Xu, I misspoke, so I'll make up for it with a drink!" Gao Tiejun poured himself another full glass.

"You could save Xiao Hong some wine!" Xu Xiaolin said helplessly, looking at the guy who had found another excuse to drink.

At this moment, Zhou Hong's phone rang. It was a call from a lieutenant colonel, the battalion commander of the Australian military camp. The Australian military camp agreed to help Zhou Hong store aviation kerosene and diesel fuel for generators, with each type of fuel weighing around 100 tons.

As for the price, Zhou Hong sponsored them with 30 tons of aviation kerosene.

For Zhou Hong, this was a "company car" expense reimbursed by the system, so it didn't matter.

After Zhou Hong hung up the phone, Xu Xiaolin asked, "What aviation fuel?" His English was indeed quite solid, and he could understand such professional terms.

Zhou Hong scratched his head. "I was planning to get a helicopter for commuting, so I stored some fuel in advance and borrowed the fuel storage area of ​​the airport barracks. The deal is done now."

Gao Tiejun immediately gave him a thumbs up, "Xiao Hong, you're amazing! Your family is full of super-rich second-generation kids!"

"A helicopter? For commuting? Wow, that's impressive!"

"When we saw you bring over a Land Rover, Xu and I were wondering which company you belonged to. Well, it seems Xu and I were just ignorant!"

Gao Tiejun drank a bit too much and is now clearly quite drunk, clicking his tongue in admiration.

Xu Xiaolin smiled and raised his glass: "Xiao Hong, I used to think you were a spoiled brat, but I apologize for that. You handled the case at Refugee Camp No. 1 brilliantly, bringing honor to the Chinese people! Come, let me toast you."

Hearing Xu Xiaolin say this, Gao Tiejun also raised his glass seriously, "Xiao Hong, Xu-ge and I will toast you together!"

Zhou Hong was a little embarrassed, after all, the leader's credit was taken by someone else. He raised his glass and joked, "Alright, Brother Xu, Brother Gao, cheers! I think we should swear an oath of brotherhood in the Peach Garden in a few days!"

"You little brat!" Xu Xiaolin said helplessly.

"Great, sworn brothers?! I'm willing!" Gao Tiejun echoed repeatedly.

……

When Zhou Hong returned to the Kodim residence, Little Brown Girl and Clara were each holding a laptop and surfing the internet.

Satellite networks were installed at Kodim's official residence during the "Outpost" renovation period.

As the legal secretary and administrative assistant in the prosecutor's office, both were provided with laptops for the support team's logistics.

In August, the temperature in East Timor is in the 20s, so the two of them turned off the air conditioning and dressed very lightly.

Clara, in particular, with her painted purple T-shirt, denim shorts, revealing a pair of fair, healthy, and strong legs, and her slender feet in blue stockings resting on the sofa, exudes an irresistible allure.

Upon seeing Zhou Hong return, Clara smiled and said, "Prosecutor Hong, I'm still working overtime!"

These past few nights, the entire staff of the "Hong Kong Prosecutors Office" has been working overtime. When Rajesh, an Indian bailiff, heard about the overtime pay, his eyes lit up and he joined in too.

But today, Zhou Hong, Xu Xiaolin, and Gao Tiejun had dinner together, so the talk of "overtime" was no longer relevant.

Zhou Hong walked over and sat down next to her. Clara was clearly caught off guard and quickly closed the social chat software. Zhou Hong glanced at it and saw that it was probably Yahoo Messenger.

The global instant messaging market is now almost monopolized by MSN and Yahoo Messenger, with ICQ ranking third, and only China's QQ standing alone.

"So, you're just going to work overtime like this?" Zhou Hong scoffed.

"Boss, Clara, I'm sleepy, goodnight!" Little Brown Girl went back to her room without hesitation.

The moment Little Brown Girl closed the bedroom door, Clara's snow-white legs were stretched out across Zhou Hong's lap. She leaned comfortably against the soft pillows on the sofa armrest and continued operating her laptop.

Zhou Hong was taken aback. Why were they suddenly being so intimate with him?

Moreover, Little Brown Girl seemed to know something, which is why she left the scene early.

"Boss, isn't it a bit of a waste for just the three of us to live in such a big villa? I have a friend who can move in, she's a beautiful woman who pays your rent..."

Looking at the alluring, long, white legs of the Australian woman in his arms and the beautiful curve of her little feet in blue stockings, Zhou Hong glared at her and said, "No good!" He pushed her legs away, got up, and went upstairs.

"By the way, boss, the court notified us that the case in Refugee Camp 1 is scheduled for Friday at 9 a.m.!" Clara called out from behind.

Many courts today are staffed by international judges, and the cases are diverse and complex, making scheduling very urgent.

However, in cases where a plea agreement has been signed, it usually involves a court hearing where the suspect acknowledges understanding the contents of the plea agreement and that the agreement was signed voluntarily.

Judges usually make their sentences based on the prosecutor's sentencing recommendations, and a dozen or so suspects can be dealt with within an hour.

Of course, there are extreme cases where judges do not approve of plea agreements, but those are extremely rare and represent a different story altogether.

……

I went upstairs, opened my laptop, and started by dealing with various emails.

First, Caigong sends an email every day, which serves as a summary of the company's major affairs.

There were also various reports and emails from other branch office executives.

There are several emails from the Northwest.

Yes, there was also an email from Fang Ting today, mainly stating that 100 outstanding students have been selected and are preparing to go to the summer camp in Donghai.

Zhou Hong instructed Du Jiacheng to coordinate with him and arrange all matters related to the summer camp.

In addition, there is a major investment that Zhou Hong is currently most concerned about: a "milestone in buying a house," which is to buy his first home in Beijing.

Originally, I wanted to buy an old villa in Donghai, No. 1 Yanghuai Road.

But after achieving the "homeownership milestone" and receiving two 10x cards, Zhou Hong set a new goal.

The acquisition of a complex of buildings in the capital city, which included ultra-luxury hotel apartment buildings, was considered by Tung-ko to be a form of "buying property."

Today, Tachibana Ayamichi received a separate email, indicating that she and her team had begun initial contact with the other party.

"Speed ​​up the acquisition!" Zhou Hong replied simply in an email. Cai Gong was already completely used to his style of doing things and understood the deeper meaning behind his brief email.