Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 312 East Asian Association (seeking subscription and monthly pass)
Leave the NIS.

Li Zaihua returned to the Supreme Prosecutor's Office with Fan Yuanzong and Wen Jinghao.

Supervision Department II, Minister's Office.

The young prosecutor handed the duo a copy of the complaint letter.

Fan Yuanzong and Wen Jinghao were shocked after reading the report letter.

"Minister, do we really want to investigate the National Intelligence Service?"

There are too many movies about spies in the world, and most people who don't know the truth imagine the spies too mysteriously.

Fan Yuanzong and Wen Jinghao are no exception.

Li Zaihua nodded, and said solemnly: "That's right, investigating the National Conditions Institute can't mobilize people. You two are the people I trust the most."

"Therefore, I hope that you can shoulder heavy responsibilities, and for the sake of confidentiality, the office location this time is not in the Supreme Prosecutor's Office, but in the National Intelligence Service"

"The investigation is officially launched. The chief will send someone over to help. The two of you will stay in the NIS until the case is over!"

The voice fell.

Fan Yuanzong and Wen Jinghao looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"Minister, we understand!"
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Time flies fast.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

Nam Sung Joon drove to an inconspicuous restaurant alone.

However, it looks ordinary on the outside, but there is a universe inside.

Passing through a long corridor, the eyes suddenly brightened.

A classical Japanese-style building surrounded by Japanese lanterns.

A gust of cold wind blew by, knocking the wind chimes, and the crisp bells rang through the night sky.

Two women dressed in Japanese style sat kneeling in front of the door, saluting to Nan Chengjun.

"Dean Nan, welcome. Zhang Sang is waiting for you inside."

As the former colony of Japan, the peninsula, even though they were driven back to their hometown after the defeat, still left behind many people close to Japan.

These people are generally in the high-level or upper class of the peninsula, trying to change the status quo of the peninsula in their own way.

They even secretly formed a secret organization, the East Asia Society.

"Dean Nan, please come with us."

The three came to a room.

Two Dongying women skillfully helped Nam Sung Joon change his clothes.

It didn't take a while.

Nan Chengjun changed into a Japanese bathrobe and came outside a cubicle.

Two Japanese women opened the barrier door, and a white mist rushed towards them.

I saw that there was a natural hot spring in the huge house.

An old man in his 70s, under the service of several Dongying beauties, played in the hot spring while eating grapes.

Nam Sung Joon seems not to be here for the first time.

He took off the bathrobe, leaving only a small white cloth to cover the important parts, and strode towards the hot spring with strides.

Nam Sung Joon slowly submerged into the hot spring, and the fatigue of the day seemed to go away.

After a few minutes.

Nan Chengjun walked up to the old man: "President Zhang, I have something I want to talk to you about."

This person is the president of the East Asia Society, Zhang Dongya.

Zhang Dongya looked at Nam Sung Joon who came here right after work, finished eating the last grape, and waved to many Japanese beauties.

The Japanese beauties left the room wearing wet and transparent bathrobes.

After people leave.

Nan Chengjun couldn't wait to say: "President Zhang, I'm in trouble, you have to help me!"

Zhang Dongya frowned.

"Dean Nan, what happened?"

Nam Sung Joon said bluntly: "We used [Fangpai Kite] to launder money, and now someone reported this matter to the Supreme Prosecutor's Office"

"Today, the little ghost minister from the Second Supervision Department approached the National Intelligence Agency and asked Huang Changshuo to hand over the list of [Fangpai Kite] personnel, as well as financial statements over the years."

"You should be clear that many of the things that [Fangpaiyuan] did back then were to help the East Asian Society eradicate dissidents. If someone finds out, we can't afford to go around!"

Hear this.

Zhang Dongya's face turned cold.

"Dean Nan, are you threatening me?"

Nan Chengjun calmly replied: "President Zhang, if you hadn't released two Dongying people privately for you, the troubles wouldn't be where they are today."

"This matter, you are responsible for helping me settle it!"

Zhang Dongya stared.

"What do you mean? You mean, the whole thing was led by that woman behind the scenes!"

Nam Sung Joon said without hesitation: "Obviously, the investigation of the NIS requires the approval of the Qing Watai and the Supreme Court."

"Today I have tested Qingwatai, and Liu Wankui found various reasons to refuse to meet."

"You know, this has never happened before."

"In the past, no matter how late it was, she would always listen to the report as soon as possible when it was related to the National Intelligence Service. Now, what is the explanation?"

"The fact that I helped you release the two Dongying people obviously angered her."

"I don't need to be the head of the National Intelligence Agency, but the matter of [Fangpai Kite] must not involve me."

"The matter started because of the East Asia Conference, President Zhang, you are responsible for helping to settle it!"

Zhang Dongya fell into deep thought.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After a long time.

Zhang Dongya asked.

How many people know about [Anti-brand Kite]? "

Nan Chengjun said unhurriedly: "I've prepared the materials and put them in my car. You send someone to get them."

Zhang Dongya nodded, picked up the mobile phone next to the hot spring and dialed the number.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected.

"You go to Dean Nan's car to get a document, and then send it in."

End the call.

Zhang Dongya lifted the ceramic wine bottle from the tray floating on the hot spring and poured a glass of wine.

"Dean Nan, calm down, your business is the business of the East Asia Society, we will help you solve the trouble!"

Nam Sung Joon took the wine glass and drank it down.

Immediately afterwards, he soaked in the hot spring, quietly enjoying the warm water caressing his body.

10 minute later.

The shoji door of the room was suddenly pulled open.

A delicate and sexy Japanese woman in a cherry blossom kimono walked in with a file bag.

She knelt by the hot spring and said softly, "Zhang Sang, the information you want."

Zhang Dongya took the file bag and pulled out a stack of A4 printing paper inside.

He flipped through them one by one.

"Dean Nan, is there anything else?"

Nan Chengjun shook his head: "These are the only people who know the most about the [Anti-Pai Kite] plan."

Zhang Dongya stuffed the information back into the file bag, and then handed it to the Japanese woman in the cherry blossom kimono.

"Michiko, do it cleanly, and don't leave trouble for Dean Nan!"

Michiko took back the file bag, and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, I guarantee that the work will be flawless, and outsiders will never suspect Director Nan's head!"

Zhang Dongya nodded.

"Okay, you go out!"

Michiko got up and left.

Seeing people leave, Nan Chengjun sighed: "Miss Michiko, you are getting more and more beautiful."

Zhang Dongya smiled slightly.

"Why, Dean Nan is interested?"

Hearing the sound, Nan Chengjun shook his head hurriedly: "Forget it, whether you can see it or not, I don't dare to take a poisonous flower, I want to live a few more years!"

Hahaha.
Zhang Dongya looked up to the sky and laughed.

Michiko is like a beautiful datura flower, beautiful and charming in appearance, but actually kills people invisible. Anyone who touches her will end in a very miserable end.

"Principal Nan, Michiko can't do it, but others can. Last time, I was [-]v[-]. Do you want to challenge [-]v[-] this time?"

As soon as this word comes out.

Nam Sung Joon subconsciously covered his lower back.

"President Zhang, let's forget about today, I have something urgent to do."

"By the way, [Fangpai Kite] has an accident, and you have to deal with related companies carefully, lest the Great Prosecutor's Office catch a loophole!"

Zhang Dongya said calmly, "President Nan, don't worry, [Fangpaiyuan] was disbanded last year, and I have cleaned up all related companies."

"Even if the Supreme Prosecutor's Office finds the companies through clues, those companies have been canceled for a year."

"Moreover, the people in charge of the company are all homeless people who were randomly pulled from the street, and they are covered by offshore companies. It's no problem!"

Nam Sung Joon breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, but Zhao Shulan has an opinion on me, and I'm afraid the position of the dean will be lost."

Zhang Dongya smiled.

"Dean Nan, what am I supposed to do? I don't want to stay here, I have my own place to stay."

"When the matter is settled cleanly, come to my company to serve as a director. I promise to earn more than you in the NIS!"

He sounded consoling, but in fact, the director of a company is no match for the powerful director of the National Intelligence Service.

Nam Sung Joon lost his status as the head of the National Intelligence Service, which is equivalent to a tiger losing its tiger skin.

No matter where his qualifications are, he still has lost his former power.

"Thank you, President Zhang. With your words, I feel relieved."

Nam Sung Joon came to Zhang Dongya today, not only to solve the trouble, but also to arrange his treatment after stepping down.

The president has an opinion on you, and as the head of the NIS, he must be prepared to resign.

The Supreme Prosecutor's Office's investigation into [Anti-brand Kite]'s financial fraud is a warning to Nam Sung-joon.

Similarly, Liu Wankui's hint is so obvious that he is ignorant, and he is very likely to become the first head of the NIS to be imprisoned on the peninsula.

It's just that Nan Chengjun was not reconciled because the two Dongying people were forced to dismount.

But what happened now, what can he do if he is not reconciled.

Seeing Nam Sung Joon not speaking.

Zhang Dongya explained: "Dean Nan, the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for recovery. Besides, you are not young anymore, it is time to enjoy your happiness."

"I'll give you a big surprise on the day you resign!"

Nam Sung Joon took a deep breath, lifted the ceramic wine bottle and poured Zhang Dongya a glass of wine.

"President Zhang, I offer you a toast!"

Zhang Dongya picked up the cup and poured it into his stomach in one go.

"Principal Nan, Dongya will take everything into consideration about you, and we will not treat our own people badly."

"In addition to the director's position, 1000 million rice gold will be deposited into your Swiss bank personal account."

"At the same time, we will also inject 500 million yuan into your son's company in the United States. What do you think?"

Nam Sung Joon was overjoyed, his efforts were finally not in vain.

"Long live the East Asian Conference!"

"President Zhang, I believe that under your leadership, the East Asia Society will surely realize its dream, and the peninsula will return to the empire again!"

Hearing this, Zhang Dongya smiled without saying a word.

He's not a three-year-old child, so what he said is just like an ordinary person.

"Dean Nan, I'm a little tired, let's take a step first, you are in the bubble, come out later."

Nam Sung Joon nodded.

"Thank you, President Zhang."

Zhang Dongya got up and put on his bathrobe, walked out of the room, and told the Japanese beauties outside.

"Help me greet Dean Nan well!"

(End of this chapter)