Dozo America

"Dudu!"

Early in the morning, Zhen Fan's cell phone rang. He rubbed his eyes, then turned over and saw the hair on the pillow, and the white neck and shoulders exposed.

"Damn it, it's so early, who is it?"

Zhen Fan raised his upper body and prepared to put the cell phone on the bedside table.

The woman in the quilt also woke up. She murmured dissatisfiedly, then turned over, facing Zhen Fan, hugging his body, and put a bare thigh on Zhen Fan's lower abdomen, and her chest was soft and soft.

The two lumps were squeezed under Zhen Fan's chest.

"I'm Fan Zhen!" Zhen Fan grabbed the phone.

"It's me, Sarah!" A woman's voice came from the other end, "I'll be at the investigation bureau within half an hour. I'll wait for you in the office."

"Why?" Zhen Fan was stunned and asked subconsciously.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient: "It's not because of you. Damn it, you killed a person. Now we are investigating you. Don't let me come to your door with an arrest warrant to invite you!"

"God!" Zhen Fan couldn't help shouting, "Damn it, how could I get involved in...that kind of case? Okay, just wait, I'll be there soon!"

Zhen Fan said, lifting the quilt, revealing both himself and Christine's beautiful naked bodies.

"Who is it?" Christine also sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, stretched out her hand to pull up the quilt, and covered her chest, "What's the matter?"

"It's Sarah. She called and said that I was involved in a murder case. God knows how it could be related to me. I'll come back when I get out. Don't worry, I'm not a murderer!" Zhen Fan stood up and kissed Ke

Christine's mouth, and then began to dress.

"God, it's so bad!" Christine raised her hands and patted the sheets, "Those policemen are all shitheads? Aren't we always together these days?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. If I really killed someone, maybe the police would have wrenched me out of your bed and called me to inform me in advance?"

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders, then went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth!

"Honey, do you want me to call my lawyer?"

Kristen shouted from the bed to the bathroom.

"No, Christine, I have a lawyer. I don't think it's that time yet. I'll go take a look first and call you later!" Zhen Fan said, having finished washing, he came out and hugged Christine again.

For a moment, then reached out and grabbed a handful of the firm breasts of Christine's chest.

"Go on, stop making trouble, and contact me when you get there!"

"Goodbye, Christine!" Zhen Fan said, put on his coat, looked at Christine reluctantly, then turned and left.

After taking a taxi, Zhen Fan received another call. The call was from Sampson. He acted very excited.

"Zhen, have you watched the news?"

"What's going on?" Zhen Fan was confused.

"Even God is helping us, I can't believe it!" Sampson was still venting his emotions, very excited, "We are famous, even more famous than last time. Do you know? This happened in New York

A shooting incident..."

"Wait, Sampson, what does this have to do with us?"

Zhen Fan quickly interrupted him.

"Of course, of course. Do you know the reason for the shooting? The newspaper said it was because of a bottle of wine. God, we are famous!"

Zhen Fan suddenly opened his mouth: "Wait a minute, Sampson, the bottle of wine you are talking about is not the bottle I gave you for auction... God, this is really crazy!"

"Yes, they are really crazy. They are crazy about your wine. This is our opportunity. We have to take advantage of this opportunity..."

Sampson seemed to have taken stimulants and was very excited.

"Tell me this, you can just do it yourself. Anyway... I think using a dead person is not very good for our reputation!"

Zhen Fan felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, we first want to express condolences to the family members of the deceased, and then in order to express our sincerity, we will give them a bottle of highly concentrated H﹒C﹒D free of charge, and then express that we will take strict security measures for the safety of the purchasers.

Measures include photographing security guards personally delivering wine to customers’ homes..."

"I told you this, you can just arrange it yourself!"

Perhaps sensing Zhen Fan's displeasure, Sampson wisely closed his mouth and then changed the topic, still maintaining his excitement level.

“Do you know how much our income is this month?”

Sampson's tone was somewhat proud.

"Who knows, I heard that you sold each bottle of wine for a sky-high price of fifty thousand dollars, so wouldn't we have an income of ten million dollars?"

This account is easy to calculate.

"That's right, this is just the gross profit. If you exclude various expenses and divide it according to the share, you will get nearly three million."

Three million, Zhen Fan was stunned. It turned out that money came so easily.

Sampson didn't hear Zhen Fan's voice for a long time, and thought he was calmed by his words, so he couldn't help but feel proud.

"Look, Zhen, you made the right choice by cooperating with me."

Finally, Zhen Fan's voice came from over there.

"Sampson... I think I have to send a smart accounting person to your company. God, I have to watch my money and don't let you cheat me!"

Sampson was instantly petrified.

Zhen Fan hung up the phone very proudly. He was very proud of his idea. Obviously, with such a huge income, if he didn't send someone to keep an eye on it, he would wake up in the middle of the night.

In the investigation bureau, when Zhen Fan entered, Sarah was standing and leaning on the desk. She was looking at a piece of information in her hand and frowned.

"Hey, Sarah!"

Zhen Fan walked in and said hello to Sarah.

"Zhen, it's so nice to see you!" When Ren saw Zhen Fan coming, he immediately stepped forward, gave Zhen Fan a hug, and then whispered in Zhen Fan's ear, "Do you still have that kind of wine? I still have it.

I want another bottle!”

Zhen Fan smiled.

"Are you sure you want me to give you that wine?"

Zhen Fan didn't say it quietly, he said it so loudly that even Sarah heard it and couldn't help but raise her head and look at the two of them.

"That kind of wine now sells for fifty thousand dollars a bottle. Are you sure that after you take it, no official will accuse you of accepting bribes? And then spend the winter in prison?"

"Pretend I didn't say it!"

Ren was dejected, shrugged his shoulders, and returned to his seat. He was glared at by Lina who was sitting next to him.

"Do you want to handcuff me?"

Zhen Fan walked up to Sarah with a smile and raised his hand.

"Yes, but not now." Sarah glared at Zhen Fan, then turned half a circle, sat on the desk, picked up a stack of information and threw it on the table.

"This is information about this murder. Take a look for yourself!"

Zhen Fan quickly shook his head: "No, I'm not interested in this! Aren't you talking about the case related to me? The murder caused by that bottle of wine?"

"You got it?"

"Of course, newspapers all over the street are reporting on this matter, why can't I know?"

"Okay, let me make a long story short, I want you to join this case, and now we are flying to New York!" Sarah is indeed as capable as ever.

"I'm sorry, did I hear wrongly?" Zhen Fan looked at Sarah, "When did I say I wanted to join this case?"

"You are our advisor!"

"Didn't I resign?"

Zhen Fan stared at Sarah in surprise.

"No, you promised yourself last time!" Sara put on her coat and showed a proud smile to Zhen Fan, "You promised last time that as long as it is an important case, you will join us and I won't delay you.

time, and this case involves your wine and is related to you, so it is very appropriate for you to join."

Zhen Fan thought about it, and it seemed that he might have agreed. It had been so long, and he still remembered something. Maybe Sarah had fooled him and he couldn't tell.

"Okay, I agree, that's it!"

Zhen Fan decided to take a step back.

"Let's go, don't delay, let's take a plane there!" Sarah turned around and greeted, "Ren, Linna, let's go!"

Zhen Fan quickly followed them out.

"Is it a helicopter ride? I've never been in one before!"

Zhen Fan said with a smile as he walked.

"The flight is at 7:40. We have to go to Los Angeles Airport first, and then fly directly to JFK Airport, where people from the New York Police Department will pick us up!"

As Ren walked away, he drank and said to Zhen Fan.

"What a pity!" Zhen Fan spread his hands and expressed his helplessness, "I have never made a helicopter. Have you done so? Renn?"

"Been there, of course!" Ren seemed to have a sense of superiority.

"idiot!"

Lina decisively walked past the two of them and said something, which hit Ren.

"Haha, I like her. This is a hot girl. Ren, I want to compete with you!" Zhen Fan laughed.

Renn looked a little embarrassed and a little angry.

"Damn it, I should keep a distance from you. Every time I'm with you, I don't get any good results. I'm going to pick up the car with Lina. You go and take the boss's car. She will take good care of you.

Wish you good luck, Zhen!"

"No, no, I'm with you!" Zhen Fan shouted quickly.

"What did you say?" Sarah came over, "Zhen, let's go with a car and me!" She said, leaving Zhen Fan with a back view, very cool!