Super Zoo-Chapter 687 - 677: The End

"Wait a second." Zhou Jing, now fully awake, hastily slid into the driver's seat, looked around to make sure no one was there; then lowered her voice, sounding exasperated, "Didn't you say you'd pay that driver a sum of money and he'd agree to take the fall? Why has he backed out now? Let me remind you, this was your idea, you found the guy, and I merely informed you of Yang Lin's schedule. Even if it comes down to it, at most I'm an accessory to the crime..."

Even though she was dressed like a modern, fashionable person, deep down she was still a country bumpkin inexperienced in the world's ways. When she really faced trouble, she'd panic and blurt out without thinking. If Chen Yuan on the other end of the phone had recorded the conversation, this dialogue would serve as strong evidence and cause her significant trouble.

"It's not the driver's fault. The driver hasn't confessed. It was an accidental incident. Even if someone was killed in the crash, he didn't flee. He wouldn't have to serve time; at most a suspended sentence of two to three years, and he could earn half a million. He would never admit it."

Hearing Chen Yuan say this, Zhou Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, this matter is indeed too suspicious. The lawyer Yang Tao hired should be able to notice something is amiss. He specifically mentioned this when he called me. If we aren't willing to meet for a mediation, they'll go through legal procedures. That'll be somewhat troublesome." Chen Yuan said, "Now you go back and get some sleep. I'll pick you up at eight tonight to meet with them."

Eight-thirty that night, Room 205, Spring Rain Jiangnan.

In the vast private room, not a single dish was on the table, just a pot of tea brewed. Yang Tao sat on the sofa with a face ashen, the ashtray beside him filled with half-smoked cigarette butts, the room choked with the pungent smell of smoke.

Suming and Wang Hao were sitting with Yang Tao. Zhang Si Ming, the lawyer, had just gotten off the plane and had hurried over, now inquiring into all the details Yang Tao was aware of.

Someone pushed open the door to the private room from the outside. A waiter led a man and a woman in. The woman walking in front, not even thirty, her face heavily made up, carried a lingering scent of alcohol detectable from a distance; the man behind her seemed clean-cut, wearing glasses, but on closer inspection, there was something indecent in his eyes.

Upon seeing these two people, Yang Tao abruptly stood up, saying bitterly, "My dad's still lying in the hospital, and you, at the very least still his wife, don't even care for him, instead you're out here seeking pleasure."

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The room reeked of smoke, Zhou Jing frowned in disgust and said, "Which law states that if a husband is in the hospital, the wife can't go out for fun? Tell me." After saying this, she walked over to the window, pushed it open, and said disdainfully, "Really no class. You ask for help but smoke so much, sooner or later you'll get cancer."

That comment alone clarified the sort of woman Zhou Jing was for Suming and Wang Hao; no need to delve into the truth or morality of the matter. The sort of person who could utter such words was no good at all.

Yang Tao had probably been insulted by Zhou Jing before, his face turning a deep red, but considering the purpose of today's meeting, he took a deep breath and held back.

Wang Hao couldn't stand it, sneering, "Yes, yes, we should open the windows to air it out, the room is filled with a foul odor. Su, do you smell that? It's mixed with a stench of disease—gotta be something dirty. Good thing we're opening the windows, don't want to infect others."

"What crap are you spewing? Saying I have a dirty disease, you ill-mannered brute!" Zhou Jing pointed at Wang Hao and shrieked.

Wang Hao shrugged, "If the cap fits, wear it, miss. Oh, you even know about manners? That's rare, really rare. By the way, where did you learn your Mandarin tinged with such a rustic accent? Can you even read? Shall I teach you how to write the words 'home training'?"

After marrying Yang Lin and jumping several social statuses, Zhou Jing was especially sensitive about anyone mentioning her rural background. Wang Hao had a sharp eye for reading people and spotted her weakness instantly. His biting wit could enrage Zhou Jing with just a few offhand remarks.

Suming and Zhang Si Ming looked at each other but said nothing, letting Wang Hao provoke them; it might be helpful in the impending negotiation. If the other side lost their composure, it would benefit them. They had also brought recording equipment; if they could get the other side to lose their cool and reveal some truth, it would be advantageous evidence for a future lawsuit.

"All right, all right." Chen Yuan, the glasses-wearing man, seeing Zhou Jing about to explode, stepped forward, blocking her, and said, "Aren't we here to talk? Let's talk."

"Let's talk business first," Suming patted Yang Tao on the shoulder and then nodded to Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang took out two documents from his bag, spreading them out on the table one by one. They contained both text and images. His work efficiency was incredibly high. In just one afternoon, he had rushed to Jiangcheng City and prepared the materials, even managing to compile the strong evidence that Yang Tao possessed at hand.

Chen Yuan glanced over them contemptuously and laughed, "This is it? Sure, I slept with Zhou Jing, but so what? It was my own skill that got someone else's wife into bed, and that's not illegal."

"Don't think that bringing a lawyer makes you something special, bullying us for not understanding the law, that's not going to happen!" Zhou Jing stood off to the side with her arms folded, "Unless we've been separated for three months, you can't take a penny of my property."

Zhang Si Ming didn't pay attention to the two of them and pointed to a document on the table, "Korda Company, registered in Australia, engaged in seal hunting and fur trading. The travel agency has invested twelve million into this company this year. However, according to the information my classmate in Australia found, this company hasn't conducted any business in a year."

"Well, that I didn't know. When I invested in this company, I thought it had potential," Zhou Jing said indifferently, "Who can guarantee that all investments will succeed?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment. Even if the other party could find out the details of this company, they couldn't legally prove the investment was a transfer of assets.

After Zhang Si Ming finished speaking, he fell silent for half a minute, giving the other side a chance to speak. Seeing that neither of them had any reaction, he wasn't in a hurry and took out the next piece of evidence.

"Wu Qi, a muck truck driver for Construction Group, was not on his usual route on the day of the incident, and the timing was off. According to the Construction Group's rules, muck trucks are only allowed into the city from ten at night until five in the morning. I've investigated this person. He has a daughter in elementary school and a mother who is sick in the hospital and in need of money."

He looked up at Chen Yuan and Zhou Jing and said, "All of this person's information is domestic. If it's looked into in detail, it would be very easy to find out, for example, whether his bank account has recently received a sudden sum of money."

"Money or no money, what's that to us?" Chen Yuan rolled his eyes, "We don't know the guy."

Zhang Si Ming continued unfazed, sticking to his own plan, saying, "Regardless, in a marital relationship, my client Yang Lin doesn't wish to be utterly ruthless. He needs money for his treatments now. My proposal is that after the divorce, there's no division of property. My client will also not pursue the previous twelve million investment. But from a moral standpoint, I hope that Ms. Zhou can provide five million to cover Mr. Yang Lin's medical expenses."

This offer was actually quite fair for both parties. If the investment money was seriously traced, it would be difficult to recover, but the incident with the muck truck could very likely be brought to light.

"Four million?!" Zhou Jing suddenly exclaimed, slamming her hand down on the table, "Not a chance. Yang Tao, I'm telling you, out of past affection, your father's paralyzed, and I'm offering him two hundred thousand as a farewell gift. Take it or leave it!"

Before the words had died away, Suming, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up and slapped Zhou Jing hard across the face.

With a smack, Zhou Jing was sent flying and crashed over a table, her cheek immediately swelling up.

Everyone in the private room was stunned, Chen Yuan gaped at Suming for several seconds before finally muttering, "You... "

"Two hundred thousand for a farewell, is that right? Fine, I'll give you two hundred thousand for your farewell," Suming said.

He yanked the tablecloth off, casually wiped his hands, and tossed it to the floor, then turned and headed for the exit of the private room, "No need to talk further, prepare for your farewell."