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

Zhou Hong entered the prosecutor's office in Solawaon, carrying two case files.

Prosecutor Solawon only works in Chiang Luang on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. Mondays are for cases to be prepared for court, while Tuesdays and Wednesdays are the days when the provincial court's branch court in Chiang Luang holds hearings.

Zhou Hong placed the case file of Boss Zhao's son on Prosecutor Solawon's desk and asked, "Professor, could I investigate this case further?"

Soravon glanced through it casually, saw it was a minor offense, and nodded: "Okay!"

During his time learning from his mentor, Zhou Hong, the intern prosecutor, was actually similar to a prosecutor's assistant, and could even take on more important responsibilities, assisting in the investigation of cases without any problems.

Actually, the real criminal case file for that robbery and assault has even more problems, but let's take a look first.

Let's test the waters here first with the case of Boss Zhao's son.

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Zhou Hong arrived at the port area's vegetable market, a large market mainly for wholesale. The vegetables mainly come from the Mekong River transport network, including potatoes, mustard greens, cauliflower, radishes, peppers, onions, mushrooms, etc. imported from Yunnan, China, as well as some agricultural and sideline products from Laos on the other side of the river.

The timid young man following Zhou Hong was none other than Zhao Haoming, Old Zhao's son.

Soon, we arrived at the scene of the incident, in front of a Chinese vegetable wholesaler's stall.

Old Zhao was a regular here, and the vegetable vendors obviously recognized him too. Upon seeing Zhao Haoming, they immediately greeted him: "Haoming, how did things go? Was it resolved?"

The middle-aged, slightly overweight man, who was about the same age as Lao Zhao, also ran a family business. The few "employees" who helped him were probably his relatives.

Zhou Hong listened to Lao Zhao's introduction of the vegetable merchant, surnamed Xu, who came here to make a living at the beginning of the reform and opening up. He frequently traveled between the two places, but at that time he mostly smuggled small items. After accumulating his first pot of gold, he started to do small-scale trade, and his business went relatively smoothly. Not long ago, he obtained permanent residency in Xiangguo.

"Boss Xu, my name is Zhou Hong." Zhou Hong smiled and shook hands with Boss Xu in accordance with Chinese customs.

Old Xu felt a sense of familiarity and shook hands with him, exchanging pleasantries, "Hello, hello."

"I have a trading company here, and I'd like to cooperate with you, Lao Xu. You can help me stock up on some good cigarettes and alcohol from China."

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Of course, I won't go into the details since this trading company hasn't been registered yet."

Indeed, although the "160 million" US dollars is the public allowance for "residence in Elephant Country", it can only be spent in Elephant Country.

However, Zhou Hong still plans to buy more domestic goods, hoping to contribute as much as he can.

Old Xu was taken aback. He turned around and saw that his "nephew" Haoming looked completely bewildered, clearly unaware of the background of this young man named Zhou Hong.

But he smiled and led Zhou Hong into the small house in the back: "Come, let's talk inside."

Zhou Hong smiled. This guy is shrewd; that makes things easier.

Entering the small office-like room, Old Xu warmly brewed tea for Zhou Hong. "Same accent, Mr. Zhou, are you from the North?"

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "That's true. Nowadays, when Chinese people talk business, they always address each other as 'General Manager X.' It's very popular, even if they are just shell companies."

Zhou Hong pulled out a check for $50,000 and said with a smile, "This is the deposit. As for tobacco and alcohol, Moutai is the main choice, Wuliangye is the second choice, and we don't want any other brands. I don't actually smoke cigarettes, so you can decide what to do. Order about $50,000 for me each month."

Old Xu stared blankly for a moment, looking at the check in his hand with even more hesitation. It seemed to be a legendary cash check, but he had never used such a high-end item before, and he couldn't tell if it was real or fake.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "This is a $5 cash check from Citibank. It's essentially a large sum of cash, so don't lose it. You can't report it lost; it's the same as losing money."

Old Xu's hand trembled, and he quickly returned the check, laughing, "Let's talk first, let's talk first." Damn it, who are you trying to scam?

Zhou Hong didn't take it seriously; he was just showing off his strength. If he had known it was their first meeting, how could he have dared to take it?

He pulled out a wad of US dollars from his handbag. "Here's what we'll do: a $1 deposit."

Although Lao Xu didn't see green banknotes often, he could distinguish between real and fake ones. He paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "President Zhou, just tell me, what exactly do you want to do? What goods do you want to bring over from China? I'll see if I can accept the money." He assumed that Lao Xu wanted to use his channels for smuggling.

"It's really about hoarding cigarettes and alcohol, mainly alcohol." Zhou Hong wasn't really thinking about accumulating value through alcohol hoarding, but there didn't seem to be anything worth buying for the time being.

We'll use it when we visit relatives for the New Year. My dad likes a drink, so we'll keep it for him year after year.

Old Xu looked at Zhou Hong with some disbelief.

"Brother Xu, here's what we'll do. Keep the money and give me a receipt, noting that it's for me to buy alcohol. We can talk about long-term cooperation later, let's take it slow," Zhou Hong said.

"That works!" Old Xu immediately laughed and said, "Okay, okay, but I don't know the wholesale prices of Moutai and Wuliangye right now, so I can't give you specific figures on how many cases to buy."

"Of course, I understand!"

After Lao Xu wrote the receipt and pressed his fingerprint, Zhou Hong took it and put it away.

The stack of green bills that were originally on the table had disappeared. Old Xu hid them immediately, afraid that after he left, they would be stored in his rented safe at the bank.

"Also, there's something I want to ask you. When Haoming was bullied here that day, did anyone see the whole thing?" Zhou Hong asked again.

According to Zhao Haoming, the other party provoked him first with various threatening words. Zhao Haoming was filled with fear and acted impulsively, throwing those two punches as if to break through that extremely fearful and oppressive feeling.

"Oh, I see. If you're helping Haoming, I can't accept this money." Old Xu was about to get up to take out the hidden US dollars.

Zhou Hongyi frowned: "I'm seriously discussing business with you, what do you mean by that?!" After thinking for a moment, he said: "If that's what you think, then you should indeed pay me back, and we can discuss cooperation later."

Old Xu paused for a moment, then gradually understood. "Okay, okay, I'll go ask them. I wasn't there that day, so I'll see who was!"

Zhou Hong nodded: "Make sure they tell the truth. Every word they say must be true, without any additions or omissions. Just state the facts 100%."

Old Xu nodded, turned around, and strode out.