[A Case of a Prostitution Ring] (168-170) [Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live]

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(168) Rescue

At this time, a major event occurred in the situation in the West China Sea. A certain country dispatched two dual-carrier battle groups and four
nuclear submarines . The positions of the battle groups were hundreds of nautical miles away from their announced positions, and the nuclear submarines
were not even mentioned. However, the national defense project "Extension Phase I" had been completed at this time. The calculation scheme previously presided over by Qiongwei
had passed the test, with good performance and high resolution, and was approved for use by the troops. The country's carrier group and
nuclear submarines were discovered in the distant sea. As soon as they entered the West China Sea, the national defense project was on
high alert.

The national defense project immediately canceled all leave, and all personnel took turns to closely monitor the dynamics of the event.

Subsequently, the Central Military Commission used the same method as in 2016, sending two Dongfeng 21D reinforced regiments to be stationed on
a certain island in the West China Sea. On the way to their battle positions, they deliberately opened the tarpaulins so that citizens could take pictures. A few minutes later,
a large number of posts and videos of the Second Artillery Corps being stationed on a certain island in the West China Sea appeared online. The certain country saw these
videos and verified them.

A few days later, the entire dual-carrier battle group of a certain country withdrew from the strike range of the Dongfeng-21D missile. Although
the nuclear submarines felt they had not yet been exposed and remained in place, they were no match for the enemy. A crisis had passed.
The Second Artillery Corps withdrew.

In the process of resolving this crisis, national defense engineering played a crucial role. According to regulations, the military commended
the national defense engineering, awarding it a collective second-class merit.

"Do you have any requests?" At the end of the commendation meeting, the military commander asked the base
leaders .

"All our ideas and achievements are mainly attributed to one person. She pioneered the use of large-scale integrated circuit
computers to control the West Sea Project. This credit belongs to her."

"Oh? Why?"

"The enemy always disguises and interferes with the audio of their battle group's ships, making it blend into
the countless huge echoes in the vast ocean without any detectable features. In other words, we can
collect the enemy's sounds, but we can't detect them. It was this comrade who first used a supercomputer
for analysis in the project. According to the analysis method she proposed and the characteristic signals she provided, we could
catch the enemy as soon as they showed their faces."

"Who is this comrade?"

"Her name is Qiongwei." "

Is she here this time? Please ask her to come to my office. You can come too."

"She can't come."

"It's alright, have him fly over immediately."

"She can't come." "

We'll send a special plane to pick her up. This isn't considered giving her special treatment. We'll call her over even if she's far away! I'd agree to treat such
a good comrade like royalty."

"She's been placed under investigation."

"..." The commander paused for a moment, "Oh... wait a minute! Is it the Qiongwei from the high-ranking commander's case
?"

"Yes."

The commander immediately changed the subject. "Come to my office this afternoon. We'll talk about something else."

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In the afternoon, the leaders of the National Defense Engineering Department all came to the commander's office.

"These are experts from the military academies and research institutes," the commander introduced to the leaders of the National Defense Engineering Department. "
Don't mention Qiongwei's matter for now."

"Yes!" The people of the National Defense Engineering Department understood.

"These are comrades from our troops. They have rich combat experience. They've often been
ahead of you! This time, they've made a great contribution again." The commander then introduced
the National Defense .

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to

meet you." "You've made a great contribution this time!"

"Not at all, the enemy just ran into the line of fire."

"The key is to have guns!"

"The key is to have guns, and they have to be good."

"Then we should thank the gun makers."

Everyone exchanged pleasantries.

"Today, I'd like to talk to you about a large-scale joint sea and air reconnaissance project. You've done a great job in the past, now
I'd like to hear your opinions," the commander said to the leaders of the National Defense Engineering Department.

"Yes."

"Today I'd like to talk to you about internet infrastructure technology." The leader began in his office
, "A few years ago, a certain country's Whiteface Company and Maige Company acquired a solar-powered unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) research company.
They attempted to build
a borderless wireless communication network covering all regions of the globe by using a large number of powerful, long-endurance solar-powered UAVs carrying communication equipment to fly continuously at high altitudes. Maige's '
Kingfisher Project,' which used hot air balloons to 'spread' wireless network signals, was also based on the same technological considerations. It's just that the technology is
more . You all know this, right?"

"Understood."

"A few years ago, this company, Maige, acquired a small company at a high price and launched a solar-powered drone
SkyNet project. This project has some similarities to your undersea network. This model of
solar-powered drone is designed to fly continuously for 6 million kilometers, providing
free internet access to a certain area for an extended period. With a payload of 200 kilograms, the drone's onboard communication equipment can cover a radius of
1,000 kilometers, covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of the Earth's surface when hovering in place. The communication
capability exceeds that of thousands of ground-based signal stations. With further technological development, increased drone payload, and
enhanced signal strength, its coverage area will further increase." The leader paused for a moment. "

Understood." The defense engineering personnel quickly replied,

"Your project is very well done. It's very similar to this SkyNet project." An expert said, "We did
the hardware , but you revolutionized the software. The improvements are more than several thousand times greater. We've already submitted
a report to learn from you."

"Not at all," the engineering personnel quickly replied modestly.

"You're welcome. We'd love to meet this software design master. If possible, we'd like to invite him to our institute for
guidance . We'll receive him with the highest honors," the expert continued, making his request.

"She didn't come this time," the defense engineering staff said evasively. Because the leader had made a prior appointment, no one in the engineering department
dared to bring it up; it was a matter of discipline.

"Please have some tea," the leader quickly added.

The waiter poured each guest a cup of fragrant Zhongnanhai tea.

"Thank you." "Thank you."

"It's alright. We'll go see him after this meeting. The tickets are all bought." The experts were eager to find talent,
unaware of the secrets behind it.

"This...this..." The project leader hesitated, looking at the leader with questioning eyes.

"She's been placed under investigation. Don't go looking for her," the leader said, trying to smooth things over for the defense engineering team.

"Investigated? Why?" The research institute's expert leader was puzzled. They were honest,
simple . In their minds, good was good, and bad was bad; it was impossible for someone to have made a great contribution and then be investigated.

"I know about this. It's a few tens of thousands of yuan, it's hard to say," the leader explained.

"His value is worth billions. Arrested for a few tens of thousands?" The research institute's team was confused
. "How does the state calculate this?"

"Don't talk nonsense with 'state,' 'state,'" the project leader
added "She definitely has a problem with her conduct."

"What about her conduct?"

"She was... you know, getting involved with the high-ranking officer."

"..." The experts were even more confused. 'What officer doesn't like women?
If he asked me to sell myself, I doubt I could refuse. Why would he arrest a victim for that?'
They glanced at the military commanders present.

This was bad. The commander really did have this problem (of course he did), and this time they had to explain it clearly.
"She chose the wrong side. Getting on a pirate ship is easy, getting off is hard."

"Oh...!" This time no one asked any more questions.

"Let's continue with our project. If these solar-powered drones
fly within a fixed area over our territorial waters and land borders," the commander continued, "their signal range is sufficient to cover
a large area of our coastal and inland regions. This will inevitably provide new avenues for Western hostile forces to conduct ideological infiltration against us,
putting enormous pressure on our network surveillance." "

This urgently requires relevant departments and the military to take joint action, implementing targeted countermeasures against
related , preparing as early as possible in terms of law and public opinion, and
deploying measures to contain flight routes and signal sources. Because you have experience, please share your thoughts." "

Understood."

"Understood."

"On the other hand, we also need to develop our own Western Sea Skynet, echoing your Underwater Great Wall,
forming a strategic triangle. We are at least no less advanced than other countries in high-tech drones; the problem lies in the software.
What do you think we should do?"

"Your project's software…" The expert was about to say that the project's software system was excellent and suitable when he
suddenly remembered that the inventor had been placed under investigation. He quickly put on the brakes.

"The drone surveillance project your city is implementing is closely related to this project. Although it's for police use, it's
quite good. It's entirely satellite-based internet communication. It's a very advanced model; you can refer to theirs. You can
ask their technical director. This is the only remaining way!" another expert said.

"It's the same person," said someone from the defense engineering department.

"The same person?"

"Because that project was done exceptionally well, and we needed her, the top leader specially approved her transfer to our unit
. She was originally a traffic police officer in the city, and later she made great contributions to our defense engineering project. In the end, she was...
double-regulated ." To ensure the completion of the leader's instructions, the engineering personnel dared not mention the name 'Qiong Wei,' using only
"she" instead.

"Is it really her?"

"Yes. The one with questionable conduct! Her belt was too loose!"

"Such a useful person, and she's finished like this? Just for a few tens of thousands of yuan? She took her pants off a few times?" The experts and
professors were still puzzled and unconvinced.

(Two paragraphs are unnecessary to read.)

In a country striving for progress, intellectuals are its brains. In China, intellectuals, though
acting as minds, have never enjoyed the same level of intellectual privilege. Instead, their rationality and tolerance
have repeatedly made them targets for politicians to vent their frustrations.

A Chinese person, as long as they love their country and possess the capacity for thought, cannot comprehend such absurdities. Whether
politics comes first or second is a watershed between nationalists and socialists.

"Can we return the embezzled funds for him and transfer him here? We'll keep a close eye on his living conditions!"
Another expert from a research institute, feeling it was a pity, couldn't hold back any longer. While saying this, he was thinking,
'What business is it of ours how he lives?'

This abrupt question sparked another debate.

"Is it that beautiful genius?"

"Transfer him to our university. We guarantee he won't make any more mistakes in his life." The university staff, seeing that this talent
couldn't be taken away by the research institute, quickly offered terms: "With her level, we'd give
her a million-dollar annual salary if she were a returned overseas student; she can just return the bribe herself."

The technical department was open-minded about talent utilization. 'What mistakes? A pirate ship. All nonsense!' " Are we no longer
talking about black cats or white cats?"

This was a signal. The group immediately abandoned their previous feigned silence and began arguing again.

"We have all the right to independently transfer people…we can transfer her directly."

"We're taking her! Stop arguing!!"

"She's wasted on you…we…"

"She's ours!! We have a guard unit; we'll send a squad to protect her. Let's see how she makes any mistakes
."

"Stop talking!" The commander was angry. He still believed Qiongwei shouldn't have been arrested, but he couldn't say it.
It was a matter of party loyalty. "I ask you," the military commander angrily said to the project leaders, "why don't you go to
the special task force and explain the situation to them? Is the country more important than them?" See, he couldn't hold back
his temper either.

"We've gone several times! They won't release her."

"What did they say?"

"They said the world will keep turning no matter who's missing. They want us to find another 'rotten egg.'"

"Can you just find anyone? That's reckless." The commander was so angry he didn't know what to say. These political workers
sometimes really make things worse.

You could hear a pin drop in the chief's office.

"Ignorant," the chief muttered, though it was unclear who he was referring to. "You…" the chief began, pointing to the construction workers, "just…"
" Isn't there any other way?"

"There is one way..." the engineer said.

"Tell me quickly. Don't keep me in suspense!" the leader scolded.

"Understood." "She received a first-class merit when she was in the local area. I wonder if that can
offset ?"

"You can try to find out about that indirectly first."

"Her personal belongings have been sealed by the special task force. We must go to the local area to find her merit certificate."

"Go quickly. As long as it doesn't involve political issues, you can handle any horizontal contacts with the local area."

"Understood."

"She's back. Can we borrow her for a while?" a technical department head said.

"We want to borrow her too!"

"Why are you all making such a fuss? You're doing what others are doing. She's ours!"

"Ours!!"

"And us!!"

The defense engineering team immediately went back and found the leaders of the Municipal Transportation Bureau.

(169) Ouyang Maocao 1

The following dozen or so paragraphs are not worth reading.

Before the Internet, people's brains had free time; after the advent of television, the Internet and video games,
people's brains are not free. If you want to receive some new information, you must stop and absorb an equal amount of other
information. How to absorb new information has become an important issue.

Of course, some people cannot make good use of the new information they receive. For example, 3D men use it to make
fake jade. Not only 3D men, but there are counterfeiters everywhere in this land. Counterfeiting is rampant because there
is a market for it. Many people cannot afford the real thing, so they turn their attention to the fake.

After the price of so-called genuine goods has been inflated by some people, the emergence of counterfeit goods is inevitable. Because
the so-called "genuine goods" (whether they are antiques, luxury goods or rare items) have inflated their prices
to an extremely high level, deviating from their intrinsic value, this is itself an illegal and immoral act. This
is a kind of extortion. If your "genuine goods" are illegal, how can you accuse others of being "illegal"?
Of course, we are only discussing the issue of "counterfeit goods" now.

Those who collect counterfeit goods have their own methods. For example, fake porcelain rarely appears at auctions because the checks are
extremely strict.

Exquisitely crafted fake jade made by 3D modelers is undetectable; they are the same thing, just with
different (don't be mistaken, fakes are of higher quality! The same applies to luxury goods). However, fake porcelain is different; it
can be detected. Therefore, the circulation channels for fake porcelain are generally secret and underground. Collectors
exchange these fake porcelains as genuine ones, passing them through hands, everyone knowing the truth but not exposing it. Or they hide them at home, waiting for
an opportunity to sell them as genuine articles.

Collectors of counterfeit goods frequently use these fake porcelains to participate in various "treasure appraisal" events. This has a huge
advantage: the cost of crime is low. Even if exposed, at most they will have to return their fakes with a red face,
and will not face any other punishment. They may fail a hundred times, a thousand times, but just one time an expert misjudges, or they may even bribe an expert. Once it is authenticated as genuine, someone will immediately be willing to collect it. At this point, just that one mistake can recoup the costs of thousands of
previous failures .
As a result, "treasure appraisal" programs proliferated on various television stations across China.

These programs, in essence, paved the way for counterfeit goods from both theoretical and practical perspectives.
Theoretically, their excessive promotion of the value of so-called "antiques" presented
an opportunity for those seeking wealth but lacking other means. Practically, how many viewers genuinely watched these programs out of envy for others' antiques? Most
were actually pondering how to identify counterfeits and how to deceive the experts.

One television program insisted on the immediate destruction of any discovered fakes, which sparked outrage
. Protesters thronged the streets, and the program was eventually forced to shut down. This demonstrates
how difficult it is to combat counterfeits in China.

(The fact that all genuine products are illegal is another reason for the difficulty in combating counterfeits, but that's beyond the scope of our discussion
. We'll address that later. A bag worth only 10 yuan being sold for 100 yuan by someone claiming it's a brand name and then
prohibited from being counterfeited is a form of fraud.)

To further reduce the risks associated with the circulation of counterfeit goods, some people even donated their counterfeit items to the government as genuine
.

At "treasure appraisal" events, it's common to hear people say, "If these two items are genuine, I'll
donate one to the country. I'll write a guarantee right now." Their true intention is clear: both items are fake.
If the government accepts one, it will prove its authenticity at the governmental level.
They can then sell the remaining item as genuine and make a fortune. Even if caught, it doesn't matter; after all,
it's "patriotism" and a "donation," so they won't face any punishment. Without donating the first item, the second
one simply won't sell.

Speaking of donations, some people also donate fakes to museums, universities, and public libraries. This is
another clever way to turn fakes into real ones.

They donate dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of fakes at a time. Once these institutions accept them, their
reputation spreads. They still have many more fakes. Selling just one fake doesn't matter how many they donate;
they can recoup their losses.

And the biggest advantage is that the recipient organization suffers in silence.
Who ? They can only endure it. If someone were to sell so many counterfeit goods as genuine, it would already be
a serious crime. A simple explanation like "I didn't know they were fake!" wouldn't suffice.

Of course, there were even greater crimes at this point, one of which involved
the work of Ouyang Maocao, a senior reporter for *Northern Weekly*.

Ouyang Maocao received a tip from the newspaper's editor-in-chief and decided to interview a key target—
the family of Qiong Wei, who had been placed under investigation. This was an investigation the editor-in-chief was very eager to conduct; he needed to know Qiong Wei's location as soon as possible.
The editor-in-chief had made all the preparations and was ready to act immediately once the location was known.

Because Ouyang Maocao was young and energetic, this arduous task was entrusted to her.

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The news of Xiao Wei's investigation struck like a bolt from the blue, devastating her entire family. For a moment,
everyone was stunned and at a loss. The mother-in-law believed that "no one in the family had ever enjoyed
any benefits brought by their daughter-in-law, yet now they had to bear the disaster she had brought upon them."

The grandmother, whose face was glowing from drinking the "golden water" (a type of herbal drink), felt increasingly that her family had been cheated.
News reporters were constantly sneaking into their home, inquiring about everything in the neighborhood,
no matter how small.

"Have they ever argued?"

"What do they usually like to eat?"

"What shoes do they wear?"

"Where do they work?"

Everything had commercial value.

"Where does Qiongwei live?" they asked everyone they met. "What happened to them?"

"Does Qiongwei live here? Do you know anything about her family?" "

Is Qiongwei's family very rich? What kind of car does her father-in-law drive? Is their house big? What does her husband do?"

"Have you seen Qiongwei's children? Who do they look like?"

The questions were bizarre and absurd.

Even the neighbors who saw her regularly now seemed to have different opinions about her. Of course, the grandmother would try
to avoid them, and even if they happened to see her, she would lower her head and quickly pass by, no longer greeting them warmly as before.

The public was reluctant to go out, fearing they might encounter reporters or neighbors and cause embarrassment.

The mother-in-law didn't understand why they were doing this, and had to patiently
explain to the reporters and neighbors again and again, "What's there to pry about our family? We're all government employees, and we've always lived with integrity."

Unfortunately, things weren't as simple as she imagined.

That day, a female reporter named Ouyang Maocao came to interview them. "Why don't you get your child's
DNA tested?" She was the only reporter who didn't ask, "Where does Qiongwei live?" She had used her phone's navigation to find her
way there.

But this question frightened the mother-in-law even more.

"..." The mother-in-law ignored her, but a chill ran through her. "Did they really find out something?
Did they discover what happened a year ago?" The mother-in-law was now terrified. Had they discovered her son's
infertility ? "That Xiaowei! She brought nothing good to our house, only disaster."

The mother-in-law couldn't help but feel anxious, fearing the reporter would continue to press the issue.
"That good-for-nothing son." Her heart was pounding like a drum.

She kept thinking about that horrible night when she had arranged for her husband to rape her daughter-in-law. At
the time, it seemed perfectly reasonable; now it all seemed absurd. Back then, it was about her daughter-in-law not getting pregnant;
now she was afraid she would. People were afraid their daughters-in-law would be pregnant with another man's child after being raped; she now
hoped her daughter-in-law would be pregnant with Bill's bastard child, the more the happier the better.

What kind of people were these! Like Zhuge Liang fucking a dog—a moment of folly.

"Someone revealed that this child was born after your daughter-in-law was raped by her boss," Ouyang Maocao said.

This was an interview strategy; Ouyang used "rape" instead of "adultery,"
a term hoping the interviewer would think they were on their side and therefore less confrontational. In reality,
everyone knew the truth.

"That's not true," the mother-in-law firmly retorted. "The child is ours."

The mother-in-law only now knew that her daughter-in-law had so many stories. She even secretly rejoiced that her
daughter-in-law had been defiled by another man, because this could cover up and lessen her guilt should she discover the child wasn't her
son .

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Ouyang Maocao went to the Transportation Bureau to inquire again, but they didn't give her an answer. "Corruption!" she said.

But the task still had to be completed; Ouyang was dedicated. After several setbacks, she finally chose to focus
on Xiaowei's husband.

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"Where is your wife now?" Ouyang Maocao found Xiaowei's husband.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer you," Xiaowei's husband answered mechanically.
Too many . And he couldn't answer it.

"Some people say the child isn't yours, is that true?"

"Please leave. This is defamation! I'm going to sue you."

"Do we have the right to speak? Of course we do," Ouyang Maocao said seriously. "This is my
freedom of speech. The old closed and backward system is outdated. You must accept an interview with reporters."

This tactic worked. Under the care of her domineering mother, Xiaowei's husband, weak-willed, surprisingly stopped
objecting and patiently listened to what the reporter was saying.

However, it wasn't exactly good news. In the end, while the beautiful reporter continued her boastful talk, Xiaowei's
husband ran away.

Rumors spread like wildfire, and Xiaowei's husband was now troubled. "Should we get the baby tested for DNA?" Ever since that
reporter named Ouyang asked this question, it had been nagging at Xiaowei's husband.

"For you, the nation is above justice; for us, justice is above the nation," Ouyang's words
echoed in his ears.

"If she's righteous, then the child probably isn't mine? Could it really be, as she says,
the bastard child from her rape? But how could that be?" His mother kept telling him that his infertility
was cured. Xiaowei's husband thought, "Isn't it cured?"

"But her 'justice' isn't real justice; it's just an idea instilled in her by her boss
," his father quickly tried to comfort him. "Those journalists brainwash
others brainwashed."

"Your wife wants to build a domestic or military LAN, completely independent of other countries' technology,"
the father explained.

The father rarely spoke, and in the past year, he'd become afraid to see his daughter-in-law, but he was the only one in the family who truly understood
her. "She told me that the source code is entirely Chinese. I don't even know
what that source code is. Anyway, she said that before it's made public, no country can decipher it. She just said, 'After
it's made public , either they won't use it, and if they don't, they can't crack it. Or they'll accept Chinese technology, and then their own monopoly
will be broken.' Her work is so important, do you think she might be framed by bad people?" Although he didn't understand
technology, he thought far ahead.

Unfortunately, his son didn't listen to him this time. Rumors spread like wildfire. There was too much gossip in society. Especially in the early days
of the Northern Weekly, they were constantly spreading dubious gossip, putting their family at the center of public opinion.

One day, Xiaowei's husband couldn't take it anymore. He secretly took their child, who was not even a year old,
for a DNA test.

His initial intention was to silence the gossip. So many people pointed fingers and gossiped behind his back every day.
He figured a test would confirm the child was indeed his, and then the
rumors .

He also had a very naive idea: if it was confirmed the child was definitely his and Xiaowei's, he
would use that as grounds to refuse a divorce. The pressure to divorce him was immense. Even matchmakers had
come. He was a traffic policeman, powerful; Xiaowei had won a multi-million dollar science and technology award, wealthy. He was the kind of man everyone coveted.
But he believed Xiaowei had only made a mistake by chance and would come back. She was definitely not a corrupt
official with heinous crimes.

However, the test results dealt Xiaowei's husband a devastating blow. The child wasn't his biological son,
but they were related to him.

This was a very bizarre conclusion. Even a novelist wouldn't have come up with such a plot.

Xiaowei's husband, fearing the lab had taken the wrong sample, went to Beijing to have it done again, but the result was the same.

"What should we do?" Xiaowei's husband asked his mother.

"Ignore it. Your child is your own." However, this explanation from his mother didn't
reassure her son. Her words lacked the persuasiveness of a professional. Moreover, she understood
everything , but refused to reveal it.

From then on, this matter became a source of anxiety for the mother-in-law. She couldn't eat or sleep because of it.

Xiaowei's husband wanted to take the child's DNA test results to an expert for interpretation. The mother-in-law vehemently stopped him.
"I told you not to get it tested, but you insisted; now I told you not to see someone, but you still insist.
Haven't you done enough already?!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

But everyone understood that this kind of woman, while anxious and capable of taking action, would never regret it.
They always believed they were right, the representatives of correctness. Although she desperately stopped her son's actions,
she would never reveal the truth. Her principle was to keep it a secret as long as possible.

The mother-in-law's mistake was that she thought she was hiding it from her son, the
son she had always lived with and who always doted on her. But that person wasn't just her son; he was a man, even if he had some issues.
And how many men in the world could be so magnanimous as to not pursue such a matter?

Coincidentally, at this very moment, Xiaowei's husband ran into Ouyang Maocao. "Has your son's report come out yet?"

"..."

Of course, this was no accidental encounter. Ouyang had a tutor abroad. The tutor arranged
a correspondence and helped her obtain her degree. He also promised to find her a scholarship for further studies in the future.
Thus, Ouyang was completely obedient to her tutor and fully accepted his ideas of "democracy and freedom." This time, it
was also her tutor who required her to find Xiaowei's family. The tutor was indeed brilliant; he found a goldmine of news.

"Don't rush to report it. In-depth news is good news. Or write it as a powerful
reportage," the tutor advised Ouyang. "Also, do me a favor: find out where his wife is now and
what she's doing." That's what the tutor instructed at the time.

"Where is your wife now? How did she explain this son?"

"..."

What exactly happened? Xiaowei's husband couldn't understand it at all. "The wild man who raped Xiaowei and made her
pregnant is very likely the big boss in the central government, and that big boss is
related to me?"

(170) Ouyang Maocao 2

"Hi..." Ouyang greeted him in a foreign accent, "Where is your son's DNA report? Let me take a look."

If the other party asked, "Is the report out yet?" Xiaowei's husband would answer, "No." If the other party
asked, "Can I take a look?" he would answer, "No." But the other party used an imperative sentence,
and the other party had helped him before. The worst part was that the report was right in his hands. What a coincidence. So
Xiaowei's husband actually agreed.

"Can I make a copy and have an expert take a look at it for you?" Ouyang couldn't understand the report either. And she
wasn't wearing her glasses today, so she couldn't take a picture. But the opportunity was fleeting. If she didn't get it this time, she
might never have another chance. "There's a coffee shop over there called 'Dazhen,' it's really nice. Shall we
talk ?"

Xiaowei's husband was still hesitant.

"Let's go!" Ouyang grabbed Xiaowei's husband's sleeve and stumbled into 'Dazhen.'

Dazhen is a chain store with branches in various cities.

Ouyang ordered a strong coffee for Xiaowei's husband and a vodka with ice for herself.
"It's too bitter, I'll add some sugar for you," Ouyang said in a sweet, coquettish voice. But she also had a manly side;
while adding sugar for him, she secretly mixed a little colorless and odorless nerve-relieving drug into his coffee.
"Here, stir it yourself." After doing so, her style of speaking changed.

"I bumped into something when I got out of the car, can you check if my makeup is ruined?" Ouyang said, bringing her
face closer to Xiaowei's husband.

Ouyang had just drunk vodka, her face was flushed, and her two slender phoenix eyes were incredibly bright.
The man's heart skipped a beat. He'd just taken a nerve-soothing drug, preventing him from thinking deeply ,
yet his mood was incredibly good. "No, right?" he asked, looking closely.

Suddenly, he noticed the woman's red lips pouting. He understood what this meant;
normally he would have firmly refused. But this time, for some reason, he felt,
"I don't want to, but I'm too lazy to refuse."

Xiaowei's husband hadn't been with a woman in a long time. The close contact, the woman's perfume
—it aroused her. So when the woman dragged him upstairs to the guest room, he didn't object
. He obediently followed.

"Is it pretty?" Upon entering, without even offering a seat, the woman struck a pose. When she raised her arm
above her head, because her sleeve was too loose, it slipped down to her shoulder with a "whoosh," revealing
her thin, bony arms. It looked like a touch could break them.

"Pretty." The man's self-control was terrible at this point; he was just following the woman's words, only repeating what she said.
She agreed.

The woman unbuttoned her clothes one by one, revealing her full breasts. She applied a breast enhancement cream daily,
making her two large breasts disproportionate to the rest of her slender body. Generally, breast enhancement creams
are very effective. They can even change the shape of the breasts by applying them to different areas. However, because of
the high incidence of breast cancer among Western women, they fear that breast enhancement creams will increase their risk of breast cancer and therefore
rarely use them, preferring surgery to implant prostheses for a permanent solution.

However, research shows no necessary link between the use of breast enhancement creams and the incidence of breast cancer.
The incidence of breast cancer in China is very low, so many Chinese women, especially top actresses, still
use breast enhancement creams, and there have been no reported cases of breast cancer caused by breast enhancement creams.

Ouyang frequently uses breast enhancement cream. She believes it's better than surgery. Its drawback is that once she stops using it, her breasts
will shrink back to their original size. Manchus speak in a petty, fleshy way.

Once, during an interview, Ouyang stayed at a hotel. Her handbag was stolen in the lobby. Because the thief cleverly
avoided all the surveillance cameras, the police suspected an inside job. They called Ouyang to the monitoring control center
to secretly identify everyone present.

After watching for a while, Ouyang pointed to a baggage handler and said, "That's him."

The police stopped the oddly-looking baggage handler, and after questioning, it was indeed him. The stolen goods were also
found in his locker.

"How are you so sure it's him? And so certain?" the police asked, somewhat puzzled.

Generally, because the victim did not directly witness the theft, they were unsure who the perpetrator was
.

"I saw he had sausage lips. You can ask him if you don't believe me."

The police questioned the thief again, "What happened to your sausage lips?"

"I don't know. My gums are swollen from being inflamed!" The thief felt incredibly unlucky.

"Do you know what happened?" the police on the other side of the one-way mirror in the interrogation room asked Ouyang.

"Have the people inside ask him if he used anything of mine."

The police on the other side immediately notified the interrogating officers using a display screen.

"Did you use anything from that bag that didn't have that head?" the interrogating police officer asked the thief.

"I didn't take anything!"

"Think again."

"I just saw a tube of foreign toothpaste inside, it tasted really good. I brushed my teeth with it once."

"Where's that toothpaste now?"

"In the staff washroom."

The police officer immediately found the tube of 'toothpaste' in the washroom.

After the photos were sent back, the police officer showed them to the baggage handler and Ouyang respectively. "Is this
it?"

Both said, "Yes."

"What kind of toothpaste is this?" the officer in charge of the case asked.

"This isn't toothpaste. It's my breast enhancement cream."

Because the thief used breast enhancement cream as toothpaste, his lips, gums, and cheeks were all 'swollen'.

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Upon seeing a woman's pair of lovely breasts, the man hurriedly wanted to touch them.

A woman's breasts have two features that attract men: one is their shape and texture, which makes one's
heart flutter at first glance. Today, Ouyang specially styled her breasts with the nipples pointing upwards (applying the breast enhancement cream mainly to the lower
side of the breasts. If you want to show cleavage, you need to apply the cream to the upper part of the breasts; applying it evenly is
like preparing for sex), making them look particularly playful and cute.

Another characteristic of Ouyang's breasts is their feel. The effect of applying breast enhancement cream
is completely different . They feel very soft but also very elastic. It's not the relative movement of individual cells, but
the movement of a whole mass of fat. It's a bit like squeezing a child's ball. They are very moist, and they feel okay to touch, but
unfortunately they are hollow.

"Don't be so impatient." Just as the man was about to make his move, the woman stopped him,
"Go take a shower. Wash those places properly. Wash them carefully! There can't be any smell or dirt
." After saying that, she kissed the man's cheek hard.

The man, who was out of his mind, had no choice but to obey and turned to go into the bathroom.

As the sound of running water began to come from the bathroom, the woman quickly found
the DNA test report in the man's pocket. She flattened it, took a picture of it with her phone, and immediately sent it. Ouyang hesitated for a moment before sending the message, because her tutor had repeatedly warned her to be careful when

using WeChat . The tutor said, "Do you know why we can't use WeChat?" "Why?" "If you use the white face, Maige, even if you're talking face-to-face, your information won't go directly to the other person's phone. It has to go through an exchange, a satellite, first to a server in the US, and then to the other person's phone. You two might be less than a meter apart, but the information has traveled hundreds of thousands of kilometers before returning." "Is that so?" "In the server, all information is filtered, and you have no secrets. Later, the Chinese government asked Maige to put the server in China for this reason. She didn't want every word from the Chinese people to be filtered in the US. Can we agree to that?" "No," the student said. "Of course not. How can our information be filtered by the Chinese government? (Just because it went through his machine , he actually treated the Chinese conversations as his 'information'.) Maige would never agree. With the server in China, Dalong won't go to the US, and there will be no intelligence. It would rather withdraw from China than cripple itself." The tutor said. "Then it has nothing left?" "McG doesn't really want to withdraw from China; it's just using a defensive strategy. It originally thought this wouldn't matter much ; if China didn't use it, it would be self-imposed isolation and falling behind. At most, they'd be begging to return to China in a year." "Oh?" "But they underestimated China. They didn't expect it would actually allow China's 'Baidu' to develop. A miscalculation! McG and its team made this decision without consulting us. Such an outcome is bound to fail. The Chinese respond better to gentle persuasion than force. The more you provoke them, the worse the result. It's the same now in the West China Sea, with all this talk about Japan..."

"That bastard made him the commander of the Pacific Fleet, and he thinks he's the core of the US, actually using our American
power to do things for Japan. Can he expect a good end?"

"Oh! I understand."

"Of course, we won't tell the general public about these things, this process. We only
tell them that what we need is freedom of speech. Without freedom, we'd rather die! That's why McGregor left.
You should say that too. Hahaha..." The instructor patted Ouyang's shoulder, "I have
n't had a woman in days."

"I'm..."

The foreigner's thing was really big, very full after entering the body; his weight was also heavy, so it felt very comfortable
on him .

"Oh! No. I can't take it!" "Ah...you're going too hard." She said nervously in
Chinese . She didn't know if the foreigner understood...

but he lifted his body off Ouyang. Because of the deep penetration, the woman, temporarily relieved,
turned her upper body to one side, holding onto the edge of the bed and gagging.

Perhaps Western women are physically stronger than Eastern women; they are more resilient. So the instructor showed no
pity for the remaining woman; instead, he gleefully began to toy with her. The man gripped her neck with both hands, making it difficult for her
to breathe.

If it had been a Chinese man on top of her, the woman would have already protested, "Do you even know how to play? If not, get out!"
But this was a foreigner, her instructor, and she couldn't get angry. Ouyang could only struggle in his clutches, occasionally managing
to breathe a little air.

In the oxygen deprivation, the woman felt an intense, stimulating pleasure .

——————————————

The sound of running water in the bathroom continued incessantly. Seeing that she had finished, Ouyang
removed all her clothes and slipped into the bathroom, her slender arms and legs barely touching the surface.

"You, how did you get in?" Xiaowei's husband, who was carefully washing his private parts, was startled to see
the woman's uninvited arrival. He hurriedly covered his private parts. He was the traditional type, believing that such
things could only be done in bed.

"Then what are you doing here?" Ouyang said disdainfully. She had a conscience; she felt uneasy about stealing someone
's secret and considered this a form of repayment. She was still a young, unmarried woman.

"No, no. I'm scared," the man said hastily.

"Why not? Scrub my back," the woman said, handing the man a small piece
of soap . It was provided free of charge by the hotel.

The woman then stood with her back to the man. She bent over, placing her hands on her knees, her buttocks sticking out,
waiting for the man to do her.

The man haphazardly rubbed the soap on the woman's body.

The woman's long spine, its vertebrae clearly visible beneath the skin of her back,
ran from her cervical vertebrae to her coccyx, finally merging into her not-so-deep groin.

The man placed the soap in the woman's groin.

The woman's buttocks were not attractive; one could even say they were ugly. Because she was so thin, her buttocks, lacking any flesh, were almost
invisible , sloping downwards without even a normal step. The slope was at most 13 or
14 degrees. Finally, a sagging fleshy fold. If you didn't know beforehand that these were a woman's buttocks,
you could hardly tell just by their appearance.

"Wash the crotch too," the woman commanded again. She wasn't younger than Xiaowei's husband.
She just wasn't married. It wasn't unacceptable

for older women to remain unmarried in China at that time. Society didn't impose any feudalistic or harsh demands on their sex lives (the pressure usually came from their elders). In this social climate, women could enjoy different men as a form of life experimentation and pleasure; it also allowed them to make their own marriage choices. Morally, there was no problem. The man, on the other hand, became hesitant. According to the customs of the time, men were expected to be faithful after marriage (this was even stricter for women), but a man like him, whose woman wasn't around, would generally not be reprimanded if he occasionally cheated. He was usually understood. "Wash inside!" the woman urged. The man finally inserted his fingers, holding a bar of soap, into the woman's crotch. It was a warm feeling, one he hadn't experienced in a long time. Xiaowei's husband had a deep feeling about something : the higher his wife's official position, the less harmonious their sex life became (it wasn't great to begin with , they always argued), as if he always owed her something. They were also very cautious during sex. The showerhead sprayed water "whoosh" over their heads. Because of the lack of flesh, the woman's cleft was shallow, and the warmth quickly dissipated. The man's hand slipped, and the small piece of soap disappeared. Startled, he quickly groped around for it. There was nothing on the floor! The woman, unaware of what the man was doing, thought he was trying something new. To show her support, she immediately made sounds, "Oh..." "Ah..." The man looked at the floor again; indeed, no soap had fallen out. He couldn't find it in her cleft either. His hand moved forward and reached the woman's vulva; even the pubic hair had thickened, prickly and rough, making it even less reminiscent of soap. Suddenly, a terrifying image flashed in the man's mind: long, black pubic hair suddenly stretching out in all directions like the tentacles of a demonic criminal. Several tentacles grabbed the soap scrap and began to fight over it, tearing it pieces. The man tried to snatch the soap back, but the moment his fingers touched that spot, the woman suddenly cried out , "Ouch!"

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