I Have Amnesia, Don’t Be Noisy!

Chapter 114: Hand-Pulled Noodle

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The lawyer glanced at Zou Bo and ignored him. Instead, he insisted on listening to the situation on the phone. The more he listened, the more ugly his face became.

A few minutes later, the lawyer hung up the phone, turned to look at Zou Bo, took a deep breath and said, "The police closed the company and found the account of your extortion from the star..."

"What extortion! They gave it voluntarily, but I didn't want to sell it to them!" Zou Bo slapped the table angrily and interrupted the lawyer's words. In his opinion, these are all industry rules. Which paparazzi does not make money from this? Now these people have turned against the sky, and they will come to the ground while he is in trouble, and when he goes out, they will definitely make them look good.

"What's the use of talking about this now? Listen to me!" The lawyer didn't want to listen to his complaints anymore, and asked him to calm down. "Not only that, but also the company's tax evasion and tax evasion were found, and Yao Yueshan was stabbed back then. Also turned it over, along with other things…”

This lawyer is the legal counsel of Zou Bo's company and his own personal lawyer. Over the years, Zou Bo has done so many illegal acts and avoided risks under the guidance of this lawyer. The lawyer also knows exactly what he has done.

A considerable number of people in the entertainment industry can do whatever they can for their superiors, and they are willing to be slept by Zou Bo. But there are also some people who have their own perseverance and integrity, and refuse to agree no matter what conditions are offered. Zou Bo has always been like this. If he can't be tempted with resources and money, he will use other coercion and inducement.

"I don't want to listen to you about how bad my situation is, you just tell me how to solve it." Zou Bo calmed down and stared at the lawyer, as if confirming his loyalty. After all, he has been a rogue in the entertainment industry for so long, and he is prepared for many things. Now the police have only found these things. Whether the crime can be convicted or not is a matter of choice.

"Extortion is easy to handle. After all, it is willing to fight and suffer. As long as those celebrities dare not come out and correct me, this crime is not easy to be punished, and it can only be counted as unknown income." The lawyer also calmed down and carefully analyzed the current situation, "Yao Yueshan In this matter, there is no evidence that you hired someone to beat him, not to mention that it has been so long, the key now is, can you still find those little hooligans back then?"

"This, go and ask Secretary Zhang." Zou Bo said in a low voice.

The lawyer walked out of the detention center and couldn't help but took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face. Now this matter is getting more and more difficult. I hope he won't make any more troubles before he solves it.

"At present, it seems that he is hiding drugs and allowing others to take drugs. The evidence is conclusive," Zhong Yibin's lawyer is also analyzing the situation. "It's just extortion and intentional injury. These two charges are not easy to be sentenced. Extortion, you need to be punished. The blackmailer came forward to testify, but the stars are afraid..."

Most of the photos Zou Bo used to blackmail the stars were "indecent photos" and "derailment photos". These are things that artists have to hide from what they say. Now let them testify in court or take out those photos that threaten them. Obviously impossible.

"How much money can be sentenced for extortion?" Chu Qin was also listening and asked.

"More than 30,000 is a huge amount," the lawyer replied.

"That's easy, leave this to me." Chu Qin smiled, revealing two small pear vortexes.

"What bad thing do you want to do again?" Zhong Yibin felt itchy, and reached out to poke the small pit.

Chu Qin avoided the poking hand and pinched Zhong Yibin into a chick's mouth with his backhand: "I'm not doing bad things, I'm killing harm for the people." The chick's mouth moved, and he leaned over to kiss him.

Mr. Lawyer and Secretary Jin looked at each other and looked out of the window very tacitly.

Chu Qin went to meet a friend in the afternoon, and also had dinner outside, and sent a message to Zhong Yibin saying that he didn't have to wait for him. Zhong Yibin got off work and sat in the car blankly, not knowing where to go. I drove the car for two streets aimlessly, and when I came back, it had stopped at the downstairs of Shengshi Group.

Looking up at the high-rise president's office, the lights are still on. In the past two days, Father Zhong has taken Mother Zhong out for a trip, and only Zhong Jiabin is left here to look after the house, and he is left to handle everything by himself, so he hasn't gotten off work at this time.

Zhong Yibin put down the glass, put one hand on the car window, and slowly rubbed his chin.

My memory was restored, and all the past things were brought back. I remembered everything about my parents, about my eldest brother. I used to have a bad relationship with my eldest brother, and I felt bored when I heard him speak. Now I think about it carefully, my brother has never been malicious to him since he was a child, and he has even been thinking about him all the time. Since when did the rift between the brothers begin

"You are small, and don't communicate with each other."

"This project, you are not good enough, you should be like this..."

What my brother said the most seems to be these words, and how did he answer it? Zhong Yibin scratched his head.

"Just take care of yourself."

"Yes, I can't do it well, you can do it yourself."

After losing his memory, all prejudice and unwillingness disappeared. When I got to know Zhong Jiabin again, I found out that he is really a good brother.

Picking up the phone and dialing the familiar number, a steady and low voice came from inside: "Yibin?"

"It's me, brother," Zhong Yibin got out of the car, put one hand in his trouser pocket, stood against the car, and looked in the direction of the office, "haven't gotten off work yet?"

"Well, it's over soon," there was still a typing voice on the phone, presumably replying to an email, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Yibin smiled slightly, some things suddenly figured out, and his heart was relieved: "I'm downstairs in the group, Chu Qin went out to play, let's go to dinner."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the president's office, a figure passed by. Zhong Yibin waved his hand upwards.

"Okay, wait for me for five minutes." Zhong Jiabin looked at his brother who waved at him stupidly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone became lighter.

After quickly processing a few emails, and looking at the documents that were not approved on the table, the elder brother of the Zhong family decisively picked up his jacket, lifted his feet and walked out, and he will approve it tomorrow.

The brothers didn't eat any high-end western food, but went to a ramen restaurant with moon flavor. Each person asked for a tonkotsu ramen, a plate of skewers, and sat on a high chair, chatting with the owner of the teppanyaki behind the bar.

When the ramen was on the table, Zhong Yibin picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The hot noodles, with the delicious aroma of pork bones and seafood miso, took a full bite, and a strange sense of happiness emerged spontaneously.

Zhong Jiabin rarely eats in such small restaurants. Except for necessary entertainment, he will go home to eat. I tasted the ramen, although it is not as delicate as a high-end restaurant, but it is fresh and delicious. Then he followed his younger brother and began to gulp down the noodles.

The brothers quickly ate the noodles, and Zhong Yibin drank the soup with a bowl and sighed comfortably: "Actually, when I was in middle school, I always hoped that my brother would bring me to eat a bowl of ramen noodles. of."

Zhong Jiabin took the skewer's hand and looked at his brother blankly: "Do you remember?"

Zhong Yibin looked at his brother, raised his eyebrows at him, and said loudly, "Boss, two more bowls of ramen."

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