Chapter 91 Other Woman's Perfume
Bansha brought them in to apologize to me. A group of people stood neatly and bowed to me.
I was a little embarrassing, but I couldn't refuse because it would embarrass them.
Bansha was very smart, knowing that after making friends with me. Not only could he save his life, but he could also do business with Sucha.
After those guys went out, Bansha ran over to drink with me. I sat for about half an hour. When I was about to leave, my phone suddenly rang.
I picked it up, and it turned out to be Wendy calling.
I answered the phone with some doubts, and after saying hello, Wendy whispered over the phone: "Tom, are you still outside?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, but I was suddenly hungry. Can you bring me some food?"
I was taken aback, and then smiled: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Um... Rice Noodles."
"Okay, I'll take it back for you."
"Thank you."
After hanging up Wendy's call, I stood up and said, "Bansha, I'm going back. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Fang. I'll send you back."
"No, you get some ketchup for me. We have to act."
Bansha was shocked: "Act?"
"Well, I have to pretend to be beaten here to let others know that I am also a victim."
The smile on Bansha's face disappeared: "Mr. Fang, if Mr. Sucha knew..."
"Don't worry. I'll tell him that we are just acting. Go and find some ketchup. After I'm gone, you take someone to the gay bar to take surveillance video, and then investigate Awala's residence. Be sure to check it out tonight."
"Okay, I will do what you told me."
Bansha ran to find a bottle of ketchup. I smeared the red sauce on my mouth. Then Bansha asked his men to swear and yell in the hall and smashed a few bottles.
Then I ran out of the bar while yelling, Bansha rushed out menacingly, and then I ran away in despair.
Thais had glitzy nightlife, and there were many people on the street. Many people have seen this scene. Among them, there might be people who were arranged by Zhengwen Gong to stare at me or some employees from BTT Group who went out shopping or ate dinner.
Because Chiangmai is just a small city, it was easy to spread something.
Leaving the Kela Bar, I didn't walk far but waited until Bansha took his people out of the bar and rode on the motorcycles parked outside and drove in the direction of the gay bar.
There were many late-night drag racing parties in Thailand, and they did not ride sports cars, but motorcycles. Just like the street motorcycle parties that were once popular in the 70s and 80s, Thai guys like to play it. A group shirtless or headscarves people drove around the street in the middle of the night with various highly refitted motorcycles.
As a well-known gangster in Chiangmai city, Bansha also liked to play it.
But his purpose was not to drag racing, but to get the surveillance video, using intimidation or even force to get the gay bar to hand over the surveillance video.
I will let Awala issue a statement denying accepting sexual bribery, pointing out that Wenhuai Cao had asked him to go to the gay bar, and he went there out of courtesy, but immediately left after hearing Wenhuai Cao's nonsensical request.
The video I took did not show when Awala left, but the bar has surveillance. Bansha took the surveillance out. When the time came, I would announce that Awala left with a sullen face. That's it.
It was only one part, and other parts cannot go wrong either.
I turned two streets, found a well-known street stall, packed up a bowl of rice noodle, and then received a call from Bansha, saying that he got the video.
Back at the hotel, I wiped off the ketchup from my mouth and knocked on Wendy's door.
After a short while, she opened the door, exposing Wendy's face and half of her white shoulders.
"Your noodles," I said, raising the packing box in my hand.
"Thank you."
Wendy took the packing box and suddenly sniffed as if she smelt something.
I asked, "This noodle smells good, right?"
She glanced at me meaningfully, and then pointed at my neck: "I smelt woman's perfume from you, and there is a piece of hair on your neck."
I was taken aback and a little embarrassed. I lowered my head and touched my neck, and I found a long hair.
Before I could explain, Wendy asked calmly: "How much is the noodle? I will give the money to you on WeChat in a while."
I smiled awkwardly: "No, the bill is on me."
"Thank you, if there's nothing else, I will go to rest." As she said, Wendy was about to close the door.
"Well, good night."
I waved at her and then turned and walked away.
Damn it! That hot girl had a strong perfume, and she once leaned on me. I should let her go away.
But, so what?
Wendy has made it clear that she didn't like me, and I also decided to give up on her. She couldn't say anything, even if I indeed went out to play with a few women.
Back in my room, I took a shower, set the alarm clock to six in the morning, and went to bed.
Early the next morning, after being woken up by the alarm clock, I got up and took my phone. I saw a message from Bansha in the middle of the night. He found Awala's residence overnight.
I hurriedly got up to wash and dress, went out and ate something, and then went straight to the address sent by Bansha.
Awala lived in a villa far from the city. I gave two thousand baht to the guard, registered a business visit with my passport and visa, and then successfully entered the neighborhood.
Not long after ringing the bell in front of Awala's door, a middle-aged woman opened the door.
I made a namaste politely and said, "Hello, is Awala at home now?"
"Hello, what's the matter?"
"About official business, would you please call him for me?"
"Okay, wait a minute."
The middle-aged woman turned around and yelled twice. I nodded at her gratefully and then stood outside the door, waiting.
Not long after, Awala walked to the door while wearing a tie. After he glanced at me, his expression changed.
He already knew that I took that video and mistakenly thought I made public it.
I made a namaste politely: "Good morning, Mr. Awala."
Awala was sullen: "What are you doing here? Please get out of my house."
I replied calmly: "Mr. Awala, I'm here to help you solve the difficulties in front of you."
"I don't need your help." Awala waved his hand to shut the door.
I hurriedly supported the door with my hands and said, "Mr. Awala, I can swear to the Buddha that the video was not made public by me. I am a victim, just like you. The reason why I came to Chiangmai again was to solve this matter. And I have thought of a way to minimize the damage to you. Please give me five minutes and let me finish my words. If you still reject my proposal, I will leave."
Chapter 92 Do As I said
Mr. Awala did not speak but looked at me with an uncertain expression on his face.
I said again: "Mr. Awala, I never meant to hurt you. I want to minimize the harm this incident has done to me and you."
After a long time, Awala released the door and took two steps back: "Come in, you only have five minutes."
After entering the house, Awala took me to a study room. After closing the door, he said coldly: "You have five minutes. Now, tell me how you can solve this problem."
On the way here, I had already arranged my thoughts, and I said without thinking: "Mr. Awala, I will package you as a pure victim, but it requires your cooperation.
"I have already talked with a local gangster. He is willing to take the blame for us and voluntarily admit that he conspired with Wenhuai Cao to take the video. I will let him call you and say on the phone that because you don't cooperate with Wenhuai Cao, he spread the video to retaliate against you.
"All you need to do is to record the phone call and call the police. The reason can be reputation violation or defamation. Then the police will arrest that gangster and announce the results of the investigation. At that time, you can make a statement denying the acceptance of sexual bribery and point out that Wenhuai Cao asked you to go to the gay bar and you went there out of courtesy, but immediately left after hearing Wenhuai Cao's nonsensical request."
Awala frowned: "That's it? The result of the police investigation could be the result you want? Even if it is, why do others believe the result of the police and my statement? And why did that gangster help you? Isn't he afraid of going to jail? Is he trustworthy?"
I nodded with certainty: "Mr. Awala, don't worry, I will tell the police, and they will give us the results we want. And I will give other evidence to prove your innocence. As for that gangster, he is trustworthy, and he is not afraid of going to jail, because I will give him enough compensation."
Then, I explained the plan in detail to Awala and made the most rational analysis and speculation.
After the police investigation results and Awala's statement were released, the BTT Group board of directors should let it go, and this matter would come to an end.
Even if someone doubts, they could do nothing. Awala's reputation has been damaged and cannot be restored 100%, but he would not face investigation again. BTT Group would not terminate the cooperation with our company.
Although it was not a perfect way out, it can barely solve the problem and minimize the negative impact.
After hearing what I said, Awala lowered his head and fell into thought.
After a long time, Awala raised her head and looked at me: "Are you sure that gangster and policemen will help us?"
I nodded: "That gangster has got the surveillance video of the bar. He is 100% sure. As for the police, I will go to the police station later. I am at least 80% sure that I can convince the police to help."
Awala thought for a while, and finally took a deep breath as if he had made a big decision, saying: "Tom, I believe you now, and hope you don't let me down."
"Okay, Mr. Awala. I will try my best to solve it."
After finishing speaking, I repeated the details of what he needed to do, and after repeatedly explaining the precautions and timing, I left his house.
When I walked out of his housing estate gate, I found that there were no tuk-tuks or taxis on the road. Awala lived in a remote area, so I had to spend some time looking for a car. I should have rent a motorcycle in the city before I went here.
There was a motorcycle parked on the side of the road not far away, and the driver was wearing a hat while calling.
I yelled to him in Thai from a distance: "Hello, can you take me to the city?"
The driver was shocked. He glanced at me through the glass of the helmet and then ignored me, turned his head, and continued to call.
I frowned and asked again loudly.
He seemed to hear it but waved his hand at me, seeming to refuse.
I was a little helpless and had to stand on the side of the road and wait for the bus.
After about ten minutes, a red taxi came finally. I told the driver the address and the price. After getting in the car, I habitually looked back and saw the driver who was calling just now started his motorcycle.
I thought for a while and realized something.
Along the way, I didn't look back but took out the phone and turned on the front camera, pretending to look news on the phone and carefully observed the images on the camera.
That motorcycle followed behind me, and after the taxi turned a few corners, he was still there.
If I guessed it right, he should have been sent by Zhengwen Gong to stare at me.
When I arrived at the police station, I didn't rush in. Instead, I sat in a restaurant and pretended to have breakfast, still using my phone to shoot that guy.
The guy parked the car in front of a small hotel in the distance and walked into the hotel.
It was a hotel that could rent motorbikes. There were rows of various motorbikes at the door. I thought he would change another motorbike and continue following me.
I had eaten breakfast before, and in order not to arouse his attention, I ate most of the food before entering the police station.
I am not afraid of him following me.
After entering the police station, I looked for a while in the lobby's public information section and found the information about that chubby policeman who had sent me out before, named Nacha, a senior sheriff.
After knowing his name, I went to the reception desk and said politely to the police officer at the reception: "Hello, I want to see Nacha."
The police officer looked at me up and down for a while and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"For personal reasons, you just need to tell him that my name is Tom. Some time ago, I was detained by you for extortion for three days. Later, he sent me out of the police station."
The police officer frowned and looked at me carefully for a while before he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
After a while, he put down the phone and said, "Nacha is in a meeting. I have already called him. After he finishes the meeting, I will know whether to meet you or not. You need to wait for a while."
"Thank you." I nodded and then walked to the waiting area of the lobby and sat down.
This meeting seemed to last for a long time. It wasn't finished until 11 o'clock in the morning. When I got up and was about to go to the reception desk, a thin old man in his fifties rushed into the police. He shouted in Chinese to the police at the reception: "Police, please help me, my wife and children are missing..."
Chapter 93 The Truth
The police officer at the reception didn't understand Chinese at all, so he only asked a few words in English, but the old man didn't seem to speak English quite well, so he couldn't tell the police the whole story.
When I was about to help them translate, two people came in, a woman of about 30 years old, wearing glasses, looking like a secretary; there was also a younger and taller man, looked like a bodyguard or driver.
Seeing these two people, the old man waved them over, and then the woman acted as an interpreter and told the police what had happened.
It turned out that the old man was a wealthy person who came to travel and investigate projects. At around 8 o'clock this morning, his wife took his seven-year-old son to the Mae Ping River for a boat ride. During the period, the old man called his wife and son's watch phone for several times, but their phones were switched off. He was nervous and went to find them personally, but he didn't find them, and then he ran to the police station.
But the police officer shook his head after listening to them, saying that his wife and child had only been out of contact for two or three hours, and they could not investigate until they missed for 24 hours.
The old man became more anxious. He kept telling the police officer in Chinese that even if they couldn't open a case, they could help him find his wife and child. The woman next to him couldn't follow his words and their voices became louder and louder.
When they were about to quarrel, two police officers walked out from inside, calmed down the old man, and asked what had happened to him again.
At this time, the phone on the reception officer's desk rang and the police picked it up and then waved to me: "Sir, Nacha wants to meet you, please come with me."
I nodded, and after walking a few steps with the police officer, I stopped, turned around, and asked the old man in Chinese: "How should I address you?"
The old man was shocked and said with some doubts: "My surname is Tong, you are?"
I smiled: "I am just a passerby, does Mr. Tong have enemies in Chiangmai?"
"No, I came to Chiangmai for the first time and I just stayed there for three days."
"Then, could you please tell you how old your wife is?"
The old man frowned: "What do you mean?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But I just want to help you analyze why your wife and child are missing."
The old man softened his tone a little: "My wife is twenty years younger than me and she was just thirty-five years old. What is the connection between this problem and her disappearance?"
I hesitated and then asked, "Mr. Tong, based on your intuition, is it more likely that your wife would avoid you deliberately, or is she more likely to be missing?"
The old man frowned again and looked at me. After a while, he took a deep breath and said: "My instinct is that they are missing. We have been married for eight years, and my wife and child have never turned off their phones for no reason."
I thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, well, I happen to know the sheriff here, and I will tell him later if he could send a few police officers to help find them. Can you wait here for a while?"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he held my hand hopefully and gratefully: "Thank you, thank you so much."
"You're welcome. We are all Chinese. Although we are strangers aboard, we should help each other. I will go in and talk to the sheriff."
"Okay, oh, by the way, what's your name?"
"Just call me Tom."
"Okay, good name. My name is Anzhi Tong."
"Mr. Tong also has a good name, so just relax and wait for me."
It could be seen that Anzhi Tong was an educated person and rich. He was accompanied by a female secretary and a young driver, as well as a wife who was at least twenty years younger than him.
After saying goodbye to Anzhi, the reception policeman took me to the third floor, knocked on the door of an office, and motioned for me to go in.
On the leather sofa in the office, there was a fat policeman with a tight uniform. It was Nacha, who sent me out politely last time.
Seeing me entering the door, Nacha stood up, made a Namaste to me with a smile on his face, and said, "Hello, Mr. Fang."
It seemed that the person Mingqiang Du called last time was very powerful, and because of him, Nacha was so polite to me.
I bowed in return: "Hello, Nacha. I am sorry to disturb you."
"You are welcome, Mr. Fang, please have a seat."
I nodded politely and sat on the single sofa opposite him and said straightforwardly: "Sir, I'm here to ask you for a favor."
Nacha was startled slightly and then smiled again: "Mr. Fang, please go ahead. I will try my best to help you."
I smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Nacha. It could be regarded as reporting a crime to you. Mr. Awala, the chief of BTT Group, and I have been defamed by someone. They had released a video saying that Mr. Awala accepted sexual bribes from a Chinese man and me to slander his and my reputation. As a result, Mr. Awala is facing a suspension investigation within his company."
I recounted the whole thing briefly and emphasized that I did not take that video and I guessed it was Wenhuai Cao who shot it.
Finally, I bluntly said that if Awala and I called the police, I hope Nacha could give the result I want and went to BTT Group to announce the results of the investigation.
I stressed the result I want in particular.
After hearing my words, Nacha did not respond immediately, but smiled and asked: "Mr. Fang, you want to teach Bansha a lesson for that thing happened before?"
I shook my head: "No, I don't want to lie to you. Bansha and I don't have any deep hatred. On the contrary, my relationship with him is great and I don't want him to be severely punished. If it is possible, could you please give him a light sentence and just teach him a lesson."
Nacha was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, can you tell me your relationship with Mr. Sangkesu?"
"Sir," I interrupted him hurriedly and said with a smile: "You should know that Mr. Sangkesu is very busy. This video is just a trivial matter. I don't want to trouble him all the time. As for the relationship between us, it was hard to say. Please forgive me. But don't worry, I am a decent businessman."
"Yes, I know."
Nacha laughed meaningfully and then patted his thigh: "Okay, I will do as you said. Don't worry, I will help you deal with it and ensure to wash away Mr. Awala and your bad reputation."
I also smiled: "Then I would like to thank you first. If I see Mr. Sankesu someday, I will praise your behavior in front of him. By the way, if you have time these days, I would like to invite you to dinner to express my thanks to you."
"Hahaha, you are so welcome, Mr. Fang. I will, I will."