I control the AI ​​empire thanks to the geniuses in my group.

Newton, on the other hand, remained quite calm.

"Charona's work."

"What do you mean?"

Newton leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced in front of his stomach: "I previously submitted a personnel appointment letter to the Mint's management committee, recommending you for the position of Inspector General. This document will be filed with the House of Commons according to procedure."

Su Zhou was taken aback: "But my identity..."

"Identity issues are easy to resolve."

"In the eyes of the authorities, the vast majority of ordinary people at the bottom of society are nothing more than a name."

Newton picked up the now-cold black tea on the table and took a sip: "As for foreigners like you with an Asian face, the legitimacy of your identity does not depend on where you come from, but on whose person you belong."

Su Zhou immediately understood: "So, it depends on who provides the guarantor?"

"That's right."

"The streets of London are teeming with French Huguenot refugees fleeing the war, Dutch merchants who came with King William, and various foreign sailors brought back by the East India Company. Those idiots in Parliament can't even calculate the taxes in their own territory, how could they have the time to verify the genealogy of an Easterner?"

"In the appointment filing I submitted to the House of Commons, I fabricated an absolutely perfect resume for you."

"What did you write?" Su Zhou swallowed hard, suddenly having a bad feeling.

"I write that you are a fallen nobleman and mathematician from an ancient empire in the far East. Because your family was persecuted for upholding pure faith during the dynastic change, you went through many hardships to escape to England on a merchant ship of the East India Company."

Su Zhou was stunned.

Good heavens, a fallen nobleman, a foreign scholar... layered armor, huh?

If this character were in a modern online novel, he would definitely be the male lead. It seems that Lord Niu is also a first-rate writer!

"But...would the council believe such a thing?" Su Zhou asked guiltily.

Whether they believe it or not is completely irrelevant.

"Importantly, this resume concludes with the signature of Isaac Newton, a core member of the Royal Society and the Lucasian Chair of Mathematics at Cambridge University!"

It's good to stick close to the big shots; green cards are issued easily, and at least he's not an illegal immigrant anymore!

Newton looked at Su Zhou and reminded him, "However, Charona has people in Parliament. He must have seen this document. A young foreigner of unknown origin suddenly being promoted to the position of Inspector—what would you think if you were in his shoes?"

Su Zhou understood instantly.

Charonna would see this as a flaw.

A weakness that can be exploited.

"He deliberately listed me as an attendee in an attempt to find a loophole!" Su Zhou said.

"That's right, he wants to embarrass you in public. A foreigner sitting in the position of Superintendent of the Royal Mint is enough to raise questions among members of parliament. He only needs to point the finger at your identity and qualifications during the hearing to make Parliament distrust the entire management of the mint."

Newton sneered: "This move is aimed at me. He wants to use you to prove that I made a bad choice in personnel, thereby undermining my position."

"Then we certainly can't back down."

Newton stated bluntly: "That's exactly right. I'll go first, and you sit to the side. Don't speak, don't make any unnecessary expressions. Whatever they say, you only need to do one thing: stay on the sidelines and listen."

"Charona's target is me. They have to start with me. Once I present the data, his accusations will be worthless, and he won't have a chance to spread the war to you."

Su Zhou nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

But there's always a feeling that something's not quite right.

If Charona were so easily predicted, he wouldn't have caused such a stir in history.

Two days later.

Westminster Palace.

Besides the six members of the committee, the gallery was almost full of people, including newspaper reporters, government officials from other departments, and a few faces that Su Zhou didn't recognize, who were probably arranged by Charona to bolster his presence.

Chalona himself sat opposite, wearing a dark velvet coat, his hair styled perfectly with hair wax, his chin slightly raised, and his signature gentle smile on his face.

His gaze lingered on Su Zhou when he saw her.

His smile deepened slightly.

Like a fox that sees its prey and walks into a trap.

Mom!

The feeling of being targeted by criminals is just like being targeted by a venomous snake.

As a 13-year-old junior high school student, Su Zhou could only suppress the urge to run away, sit expressionlessly next to Newton, place his hands flat on the table, look straight ahead, and not look at Charonna.

The committee chairman tapped his gavel to signal for silence.

"This hearing is now officially open. The first item on the agenda is..."

He looked down at the documents in his hand.

Everyone was waiting for him to say, "Please have Mr. Newton, the Mint Supervisor, make his statement."

Newton had even leaned forward slightly, preparing to get up.

But the chairman's gaze passed over Newton and landed on Su Zhou.

"Mr. Su, the nominee for Superintendent of the Royal Mint, is requested to respond to the Committee regarding the recent allegations against him."

What? I've been accused?

Su Zhou looked at the person who spoke, puzzled.

Newton frowned, ignoring the stares of others, and said, "Mr. Chairman, according to the conventions of hearings, the presiding officer should speak first..."

"Mr. Newton."

The chairman raised his hand and calmly interrupted him: "During the deliberation period, this committee received an urgent report concerning Mr. Su's serious illegal activities. According to Article 3 of the special investigation procedure of the parliament, the committee has the right to prioritize matters involving suspected criminal offenses."

"Please remain silent until the matter is concluded. You may not speak on behalf of the parties involved or provide any form of prompting. Violation of this rule will be considered contempt of the committee and you will be removed from the room."

Newton's face was no longer ashen, but jet black.

He glared at Charona across from him.

Charona returned a polite smile and even bowed slightly, his demeanor more humble than Newton's, more like that of a gentleman from high society.

Su Zhou's mind raced.

What accusation?

Isn't this questioning my qualifications for the position?

How did I become a criminal suspect?

Before he could even figure it out, the chairman had already picked up a document from the table and begun to read it aloud.

"Mr. William Charoner has submitted a whistleblower complaint to this committee. Mr. Charoner, please begin to state the specific allegations and present your evidence to this committee."

Charona stood up and took over the conversation at the opportune moment.

"Mr. Chairman, fellow Members, I am reluctant to make such serious accusations in public, but since it concerns the monetary security of the British Empire, I have to risk offending people."

He took out a document and handed it to the clerk.

"I have conclusive evidence that this Mr. Su, the foreigner whom Mr. Newton wanted to promote, took advantage of his position to privately access and copy the core parameters of at least two sets of coin molds within just a few days of entering the mint."

A low gasp rippled through the hearing room.

Su Zhou was stunned.

Selling coin molds illegally?

In 17th-century England, this crime was punishable by hanging.

Unexpectedly, the other party also wanted to give him a gallows trial card.

Too bad!

Charonna continued, deeply concerned: "This leaked mold information has very likely fallen into the hands of counterfeiters, directly leading to the recent sharp increase in the number of counterfeit coins on the London market. Detailed data comparisons can be found on page three of the report you have."

The lawmakers opened the report, their expressions growing increasingly grave.

Whispers had already begun to circulate in the audience area.

Su Zhou heard someone behind him whisper, "I knew it! How could an Asian become the supervisor of the mint? Turns out he's an inside man!"