Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Chang Zhengyang and other members of the working group discussed for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why Fatty Wang was charged with first-degree murder by the San Francisco Police Department.

It was not until Shirley Yang and the others returned with a frustrated Fatty Wang that everyone knew the whole story.

"So you just injured those three black guys?"

"Yeah, I just broke their bones, and didn't hurt their internal organs. It's really strange, could it be that my strength can hit so deep?"

After listening to Fatty Wang's description, everyone was filled with doubts.

At this time, Sima Hui pushed open the door and came in and said, "Teacher, I have asked about the situation clearly. What Fatty said is basically true."

Fatty Wang immediately showed an expression of having his injustice vindicated, and said excitedly: "Right, I said I didn't kill anyone, I just taught those three black men a lesson, and besides, they are justified in robbing..."

Lao Hu at the side said in a low voice: "Fatty, shut up. Brother Zhengyang, what should we do about this? Although Fatty is out now, he has become a criminal suspect and can no longer leave the country."

When Fatty Wang heard what Lao Hu said, he thought about the possibility of going to jail in America, never being able to return home, and even having to eat peanuts. His fat face suddenly fell.

Chang Zhengyang tapped the handrail gently and said, "I originally thought this was an isolated incident, but now it seems that someone is targeting our work group. Shirley Yang, I will give you the 50,000 bail later."

Who is targeting them?

Are they the people on Principal Jiang's side, the Russian side, or some forces in the United States that are hostile to China?

The current situation seems very simple. Three black men tried to rob Fatty Wang but failed and were taught a lesson. Afterwards, the three black men died from severe internal injuries.

It looks like an ordinary failed robbery case, but the problem is that the identities of the parties involved in this case are very sensitive.

One is red, a mysterious official from the Eastern mainland, or an Asian who is generally looked down upon by the West, and the other is three black men.

Although this was Chang Zhengyang's first visit to the United States, he was well aware that the situation in the United States at this moment was very delicate. In recent years, the equal rights movement of black people in the United States has been very powerful, causing the American government to be overwhelmed.

If there really was someone behind Fatty Wang's incident this time, the other party would definitely take follow-up actions in the future, such as publishing some inflammatory reports in newspapers.

Tomorrow there might be a report like this: Shocking, violent elements from the evil China killed three kind-hearted black men...

By then, such reports will be everywhere, and the blacks who don't know the truth will be outraged and will certainly attack the working group. Then, if a few congressmen jump out and make accusations, the American government will definitely expel the working group from the country, and the matter of introducing large-scale fertilizer equipment will definitely fail.

Chang Zhengyang narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that he was going to go on a killing spree tonight!

Shirley Yang said, "Don't mention the money anymore. We are all family, and the fat man was targeted right under our noses. This is not giving face to my Yang family, nor to the Hongmen. Professor Chang, I'm worried that the people behind this will use public opinion..."

Shirley Yang grew up in the United States, from a wealthy family. She was influenced by Chang Zhengyang's concerns. When she learned about the case at the police station, she also guessed the possible development of the matter.

Chang Zhengyang raised his hand to signal her not to say anything.

"Go back and tell Director Yang that I will handle this matter myself."

"But Professor Chang..."

"No need to say more, everyone is tired, let's go back and rest first."

Shirley Yang saw that Chang Zhengyang looked calm. He didn't look anxious nor confident. In short, she felt very strange, as if today's incident was just a trivial matter.

Since Chang Zhengyang was so abnormal, Shirley Yang had no choice but to leave with a lot of doubts. She wanted to go back and tell her father about this. If she allowed the situation to develop as she imagined, then the public opinion at that time would definitely be unfavorable to the Yang family and even the Hongmen.

The working group can just walk away, but the Yang family still has to live in America.

When only Chang Zhengyang, Sima Hui, Lao Hu and Fatty were left in the room, Fatty immediately came up to Chang Zhengyang and flattered him, "Boss, I am loyal to you, you can't..."

"Stop, we won't just leave you alone."

Chang Zhengyang raised his hand to interrupt Fatty Wang, turned his head to look at Lao Hu and said, "Tell me, what did Fatty do wrong this time?"

After hearing this, Lao Hu lowered his head and thought for a while before saying, "She should have led the three black men to a deserted place. Even if she killed the three black men, as long as there were no witnesses, even if someone wanted to target us, they would not be able to find a way to do it."

Chang Zhengyang nodded in affirmation and said to Fatty Wang, "Do you understand? Be more careful in the future."

Fatty Wang said angrily, "I was angry because I lost the bet. Don't worry, boss. I will never do that again. I promise to sneak into the village without firing a gun."

"Well, I'm glad to know. Get out of here!"

"Okay, I'll leave now!"

Fatty Wang felt as if he had been pardoned, and quickly pulled Old Hu out. Since Boss Chang had said he would protect him, he would definitely be safe this time.

When everyone went out, Chang Zhengyang stood up and walked to the window, looking at the endless stream of cars on the road downstairs.

When the lights came on, the house was dark, and there was no one on the road, Chang Zhengyang walked out of the building, looked up at the starry sky, and then walked in a certain direction.

A quarter of an hour later, he stopped in front of a building, looked for a while and then walked into the building. Like a ghost, he ignored the gatekeepers and patrolling guards, came to the morgue in the building, and found three old black men in body bags.

"An Asian face, could it be someone from Principal Jiang's side?"

Chang Zhengyang took his hand away from Lao Hei's cold forehead, pondered for a moment, and looked at the remaining memories of the other two Lao Hei, and saw the same Asian face.

"It seems like we need to let Old Zheng teach his old friends in the Military Control Commission a lesson."

Chang Zhengyang found a bottle of alcohol, washed his hands with it, and then left the morgue.

He stood on the street with his eyes closed and sensed for a moment before locating the information of the Asian-looking man.

At this moment, still in that high-end apartment building, Ah Sheng leaned against the door of 1801, smoking a cigarette and listening to the movements in the house, his eyes full of disdain and desire.