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Just after Chai Ren had left the police station.
Two communication waves transmitted messages to each other in two different places in Congo Gold.
"There was an unexpected incident. Chai Ren wasn’t taken to the planned location and has now been released by order of Moi. Moreover, he will take an airplane back home this afternoon. What should we do? The plan to kill Chai Ren and blame it on Boke won’t work anymore."
"Then abandon the plan involving Chai Ren. This incident is definitely falling on Chadok to take the blame. Tell him not to talk nonsense, to turn himself in, and to keep his dad quiet. Once we succeed, Chadok will return to his post and take over Kadik’s position."
"I understand. Has the following plan changed?"
"Proceed as planned. Since Chai Ren has left, the same method won’t work, so switch to the backup plan and muddy the waters a bit."
"Yes."
...
Not long after Chai Ren had left,
Chadok voluntarily turned himself in, confessing that he had ordered his subordinates to capture Chai Ren because he suspected there might be some financial transaction between Fuloz and Chai Ren, which could potentially jeopardize the interests of Congo Gold.
This answer.
Kadik was clearly not satisfied.
"Chadok, do you think I’m a three-year-old child? Even if you had such suspicions, the investigation should not have been your responsibility." Kadik personally interrogated Chadok.
"I merely wanted to contribute my part to this country," Chadok slowly explained, showing a disdainful smile to Kadik—not because he was foolish or out of touch with reality, but because of past conflicts.
"The guys who captured Chai Ren have already confessed everything." Kadik knew he couldn’t get much from here, nor had he held much hope. The focus was on those ’incompetent teammates’.
"Oh? What did they say?" Chadok wore a look of nervousness and fear on his face, which seemed somewhat insincere.
Kadik sneered, "They insisted that you ordered them to take action against Chai Ren, to engage in extortion. This is their coordinated statement. Do you have anything else to say?"
"Whatever they say is what it is. Then why are you still interrogating me? I still maintain my original statement: I merely wanted to investigate some matters, anything beyond that is their conjecture and guesswork."
Chadok stuck to his stance.
"Hmph, it doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, but I think you should know the consequences," Kadik said.
"Hehe."
Chadok didn’t want to talk with Kadik about the consequences; how could he not know them? But so what? Since he had taken the action, there was a risk. Failing wasn’t something he couldn’t accept; at worst, his position would be revoked.
And then detained for a few months.
That was the limit.
After all, he was no small fry.
After a few months, he could still come out looking good. If Bo Man’s plan succeeded, he might even come out as a chief. Kadik was just a guy who picked the wrong side.
"You..." Kadik was furious.
He took a deep breath and said, "Take him away."
Kadik turned and walked away.
After reporting to the big boss,
In less than half an hour, Chadok’s specific punishment was decreed: dismissal, along with three months of detention. This was the harshest punishment they could hand out, considering someone’s influential father.
...
Congo Gold.
Presidential office.
After the situation with Chai Ren had concluded,
Moi heaved a sigh of relief.
When it rains, it pours, that’s exactly his situation. Fortunately, the rain hadn’t flooded his home, and everything had been resolved with more fright than harm. With Chai Ren gone, his worries had largely decreased.
Where on earth did Chadok get the courage to extort Chai Ren? In Chadok’s confession, the suspicion of a financial transaction between Fuloz and Chai Ren was something he half believed because it made him think of the Supreme Court.
And Chadok’s attempt to extort Chai Ren.
He half believed that too.
Because Chadok was indeed interested in money.
Moi suspected that people from the Supreme Court wanted to find evidence of the ’financial transaction’ between Fuloz and Chai Ren, and had sent Chadok to investigate, only for Chadok’s greed to get the better of him during the inquiry.
Yes.
It must be so.
Moi felt that he had grasped the key point, although it seemed a bit too obvious.
Right when Moi was drinking ice water to calm his nerves,
His secretary knocked urgently at the door.
"Come in."
The Black Secretary rushed in with the sound of his leather shoes.
In haste, he said, "Mr. President, there’s a situation. News about Fuloz is spreading across all major domestic and international media, and we can’t control it. Just turn on any uncontrolled TV or radio station, and you will see it being played in rotation."
Upon hearing the news.
Moi’s hand trembled.
Water spilled onto the table.
He didn’t bother to clean it up and stood up, turning on the TV.
His country had quite a few TV stations, but they were mostly private and few in number, and the main medium was still the radio, which was the most widely used propaganda tool in this nation.
He switched to a private TV station.
"Early this morning, the collapse occurred at the Erna Dam in the Equatorial Province. The investigation revealed that the collapse was due to construction quality issues. The contractor surrendered immediately, expressing regret for his actions.
And early this morning, President Moi’s son Fuloz, while preparing to flee abroad, was arrested by the Supreme Court of Congo Gold. The arrest was related to the dam collapse, although it is still unknown what exactly Fuloz had done.
Based on previous cases, we speculate that it likely involves transactions involving power and money, but whether this is purely Fuloz’s own doing, or if there are others backing him, we are waiting for a response from the Supreme Court."
The host continued.
"According to sources, Fuloz has been involved in many other domestic projects. It is reported that he often acts as a go-between, charging remuneration ranging from one hundred thousand to five hundred thousand dollars each time. Who gave him such audacity to take money so recklessly... "
"..."
"Latest news, a contractor who dared not reveal his name said that after wining the bidding on a project, he received a warning from Fuloz. He had to give him two hundred thousand dollars, or else he would make it impossible for the contractor to continue the project."
"..."
"What really caused such a promising young man to take a criminal path, and what gave him such unbridled confidence..."
"..."
The more Moi watched, the angrier he became.
"Smash... Clatter..."
He slammed the cup down fiercely.
Fire flashed in his eyes.
If the first piece of news had any semblance of credibility.
The rest was completely fabricated, Moi was sure of this, as Fuloz mainly made his money from government procurement projects through his own company in recent years, seldom involving in acting as a go-between.
In the first piece of news, it was not Fuloz who brokered the entire project, it was merely that he provided labor and sandstone materials after someone else won the bid, of course, with considerable assistance, which was not a big deal.
Yet, once the media packaged it, it turned into this; as Fuloz was indeed involved in that project, Moi feared making things worse and hence had not sought to clear the air publicly.
And the rest were all nonsense.
Moi changed channels, flipping through dozens of radio stations...
They all broadcast the same news.
And from time to time, there were latest disclosures, almost explicitly suggesting that Moi was instructing from behind. Moi wasn’t surprised; Fuloz was just a pawn, the real target was himself.
To say anyone but himself.
And this kind of anonymous accusation.
Fully ignited the public’s ’imagination’ — Moi misused his power, illegally funneled benefits to his son, everything was manipulated by Moi behind the scenes, with Fuloz just being his spokesperson.
Not only domestically.
Several foreign media also reported correspondingly, albeit brief, focusing mainly on the dam collapse. However, if things continued this way, the foreign media would start repeating the slanders as well.
It wasn’t even noon yet.
The entire incident had begun to ferment domestically in Congo Gold.
Of course, Moi wouldn’t just sit idly by, he promptly made a public statement that these were all unfounded allegations currently under investigation by the Supreme Court, claims made to smear him. However, within an hour, the Supreme Court’s response stunned Moi.
The evidence against Fuloz was conclusive.
Each piece had evidence, though not presented, but once the Supreme Court spoke, it meant there was evidence.
Now.
Moi was dumbfounded.
He hadn’t expected the Supreme Court to act so decisively.
Following the Supreme Court’s announcement.
The nation was in uproar.
Public dissatisfaction with Moi was growing wildly as if he were a cancer of the state.
Watching the situation escalate.
Moi decided he could not just sit idly by.
