Yang Wei smiled slightly and took out a small remote control, about the size of a matchbox, from under her seat.
"Electronic equipment interference, effective range two meters. Her car has an electronic ignition system... Just now, when she parked in front of your door... my men used a special spray gun to shoot a small jammer onto her car..." She then threw the remote control behind her, turned to me, and gave me a sly smile: "I'm not God!"
As I stared in disbelief, I recalled the princess's humiliated expression earlier... What puzzled me was that despite her obvious anger, she didn't dare to be arrogant in front of Yang Wei. This was quite unlike the princess's temperament!
If it were anyone else, she probably would have already lost her temper.
“She’s very afraid of me.” Yang Wei noticed my confusion, seemed to smile slightly, and said calmly, “I’ve made her suffer a bit.”
"oh?"
"Hmph, I told you, Mr. Thorin is a very capable person... It's a pity that his daughter is a crazy little girl." Yang Wei said quickly, "This woman is a bit perverted. She actually once tried to make a move on me... Then, I found a way to teach her a lesson."
Were we taught a lesson?
I don't know how Yang Wei "taught" the princess a lesson, but judging from the princess's submissive attitude in front of Yang Wei, she was clearly afraid of the lesson she learned last time.
Considering Yang Wei's temperament.
This woman is not only intelligent, but also absolutely intolerant of injustice! Anyone who provokes her will not be tolerated!
For example, last time in China, Zhou Jing attempted to attack Yang Wei, using the incident to strike at Huan Ge. However, Yang Wei immediately retaliated by leading a group of skilled fighters to Zhou Jing's casino. I know about this incident; it's said that they dealt Zhou Jing a severe blow, and many of their affiliated casinos suffered heavy losses as a result.
If the princess dared to make a move on Yang Wei, it would be like touching a tiger's tail.
Just as she thought of this, Yang Wei changed her tone: "Did you think I was just teasing her? That little jammer is worth over ten thousand dollars! I'm not so generous as to throw away over ten thousand dollars for a silly prank."
She looked at me and said, "I deliberately tried to prevent you from getting into her car... because I have something to tell you. When I meet Mr. Thorin later, I have some things I need your help with."
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Ten: "Japanese Traitors"
The car sped along, and Yang Wei was clearly very familiar with the roads of Toronto. She drove steadily, her expression somewhat inscrutable.
Just as I was about to ask her what she needed my help with, Yang Wei casually took out a very thin folder and tossed it to me.
"What?"
"Take a look first."
I opened it, and the first thing I saw was something like a resume, all in English. In the upper right corner was a photo of an elderly man of Asian descent, around sixty years old. He looked quite plump, with squinty eyes, wearing glasses, and a serious expression. His hair was completely white, but his eyes were deep and he seemed very energetic.
I randomly flipped through the pages and found quite a few photos, all taken at very precise angles. I was taken aback for a moment before realizing that these photos were probably not taken secretly, but by a professional photographer; the lighting and angles were all of a very professional standard.
The old man in the photos is making various poses: giving a speech, deep in thought, and posing for a group photo…
"Who is this?" I glanced at the photos and flipped back to the first page...
U.S. House of Representatives... Member?
I was taken aback for a moment, but then I saw the name on it…
“Jason… Nakata?” I blurted out, “Damn, a Japanese guy?”
Yang Wei stared intently at the car, quickly replying, "Yes. Jason Nakata. Male, 63 years old, third-generation Japanese American. He was born and raised in the United States. Apart from having Japanese blood, he is practically a complete American. He officially became a state legislator in 1996, and in 2001, he won the election by a landslide, becoming a member of the U.S. House of Representatives, a Democratic Party member... a very steadfast one. And if nothing unexpected happens, he will begin to gradually enter the core circle of the Democratic Party within two years..."
After Yang Wei finished speaking, she sighed, glanced at me, and said, "That's about all the information I have. Next is his resume, and..."
I was getting impatient: "Why are you showing me information about a Japanese person?"
"I need your help." Yang Wei seemed to smile slightly, then glanced at me quickly. "I knew you'd react like this... Sigh, I know you hate the Japanese, and so do I... But you have to help me with this."
I frowned: "What...do you want me to help you with? A Japanese-American congressman...you'd better explain yourself clearly."
"To be precise, he's a Democratic member of the House of Representatives; he's a Democrat," Yang added with a smile.
"I don't care what party he's from." I suddenly became suspicious, glanced at her, and said in a deep voice, "You...you don't want me to kill him for you, do you?"
Yang smiled, glanced at me quickly, and said with a slightly charming look, "Of course not! You're really good at joking."
"Let's start from the beginning."
“Hmm.” Yang Wei paused for a moment, then slowly said, “The US midterm elections are coming up soon, and all parties are busy raising funds…” She thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “Perhaps I need to explain something to you… In the United States, presidential elections are held every four years, but congressional elections are held every two years, known as midterm elections. The US Congress is divided into the House of Representatives and the Senate. Every two years, the Democratic and Republican parties fight tooth and nail for power. Whoever wins a majority of seats in Congress can effectively control power… You understand this, right?”
I smiled and said, "I at least went to middle school!"
“Okay…” Yang Wei sighed: “The current US president is a Republican, so in order to fight the Republicans to the death, the Democrats can only try to win the congressional elections and win as many congressional seats as possible… Therefore, the election of congressmen is also crucial for them… and this Japanese-American congressman is a Democrat.”
"Actually, the so-called election is nothing more than a political game. The battlefield is a struggle between politicians, but behind the scenes, there must be a lot of financial support... what we usually call 'political donations,' understand?" She smiled as she slowly said, "During elections, to build momentum for one's own side, there's a carpet-bombing campaign across television, newspapers, and all the media, as well as trying every means to buy intelligence and expose the opponent's scandals. All of this requires a lot of manpower and resources... In short, it's all about money, lots and lots of money!!"
"In the United States, behind every major politician is the support of a large conglomerate. The traditionally powerful families and financial giants in America all financially support the political parties they choose. Once their supporters come to power, they receive significant benefits, policy support, and so on. It's a very complex situation… This Japanese-American congressman hasn't yet become a truly 'major politician.' He's currently just a potential candidate developing into the inner circle. Therefore, the truly powerful conglomerates wouldn't waste money on such a near-first-rate, or even second-rate, politician. And now, facing an election, he's out everywhere 'seeking sponsorship'… Do you understand?"
I listened patiently as Yang Wei finished speaking, then sighed and said, "I can roughly understand... but what do you mean by telling me all this?"
Yang smiled somewhat strangely: "If nothing unexpected happens, you will see this Japanese-American congressman at Mr. Sorin's banquet in a little while."
Seeking sponsorship...
I exclaimed, "No way... Did he come to Canada to ask Sorin for sponsorship? Sorin is the biggest mob boss in Canada... If it gets out that a member of parliament is asking the mob for money for his election, he's finished!"
Yang Wei's expression remained unchanged as she calmly retorted, "What's so special about this? Isn't money from the underworld money money? The US Congress holds elections every two years, with so many members running... Do you know where their political donations come from? You think this is absurd? Let me tell you... at least in Nevada... several families in Las Vegas send large sums of money to politicians every year to fund their elections! And this Jason Nakata is quite clever; he even came all the way to Canada to solicit sponsorships..."
Yang Wei patiently explained to me, "Mr. Sorin has been working hard to launder his money these past two years. He owns many legitimate businesses and companies. These are all legitimate... Moreover, although Canada has always been America's backyard, it's not the US mainland after all, so it's an effective way to avoid the media and adversaries' eyes and ears. It's not easy for others to find out the source of his funds... Also, did you know that Mr. Sorin is setting up an ocean shipping group? Hmph, he's finished with his private businesses, and now he's switching to legitimate ocean shipping... And his soon-to-be-established branch in the US just happens to need..." Yang Wei sighed and shook her head, "Chen Yang, these political matters are too complicated to explain to you in a short time... But this Japanese man is indeed here to solicit sponsorship."
“Okay.” I nodded. “So what does this have to do with me? What do you need me to do for you?”
Yang Wei didn't answer me directly, but continued, "Sorin's legitimate businesses are all under the name of a conglomerate... And now, you're doing business with Solin using drug supplies in exchange for market share in his legitimate businesses. If I'm not mistaken, Solin is giving Fang Baye a portion of his own group's shares in exchange for drug supplies for the next two years... So, morally speaking, if Solin uses its group's name to fund and sponsor politicians... then Fang Baye's approval is also necessary. Of course, this is just for show; Fang Baye probably won't interfere in these matters... But after all, he will become a major shareholder in the Solin Group. So, when it comes to payment, Fang Baye's approval and signature will be required, even if it's just for show."
She finished speaking in one breath, then smiled and said, "Mr. Sorin hasn't decided yet. After all, funding an American congressman, while beneficial, isn't particularly tempting for him. He's still considering it. As for whether he'll ultimately agree... my current prediction is fifty-fifty, 50/50. And in this situation... that's where Fang Baye's role comes in... Although this isn't Fang Baye's business, if he just makes a symbolic comment as a major shareholder, it might influence Mr. Sorin's decision! Although Sorin is a very opinionated person, he doesn't have a final answer on this matter; you could say he's still hesitating."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked with a wry smile.
“It’s simple… I hope you can find a way to influence Master Fang, and then have him advise Mr. Solin… to refuse this Japanese man’s request.” She thought for a moment, “If possible, it would be best if they could create some kind of conflict between them, that would be ideal!”
I paused, then couldn't help touching my nose: "That's it?"
"This is it."
I sighed and gave Yang Wei a deep look.
"Why are you sighing?" Yang Wei frowned.
“I’m afraid I won’t do this well.” I said hesitantly, “Your goal is to get Mr. Sorin to refuse to fund this Japanese man, hoping I can influence Master Ba, and then Master Ba can influence Mr. Sorin… This is fucking too complicated.” I suddenly asked, “What are you doing this for?”
“It’s very simple.” Yang Wei answered me straightforwardly: “Because I plan to financially support him! So I hope Solin will refuse him, and then I will have the opportunity to appear when he is in trouble. At that time, when I negotiate with him, I will be able to get better terms!”
Seeing my strange look, Yang Wei gave a wry smile: "Don't look at me like that, okay? My family does business in the US, but we've always lacked strong political allies… It's not that we're unwilling to spend money on those politicians… but you know, my family… is Chinese! There are strong anti-China forces in American politics. Our yellow skin and black hair already make those arrogant white politicians unwilling to cooperate with us. But now, Jason Nakata is different; he's Asian! For us, this is a great opportunity to get involved… I've gone to great lengths to catch this big fish… but I don't plan to show up now. Because I know that only when he's at his lowest point, and then I appear, can I reap the greatest benefits!"
“Why don’t you talk to Mr. Sorin directly? If you approach him, he might agree to give you this opportunity to cooperate,” I suggested.
Yang Wei immediately shook her head: "No way!" She glanced at me, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "You don't understand Mr. Thorin at all... He's a real old fox! He's not very interested in cooperating with Jason Nakata right now. But if I suddenly get involved, things could very well turn out the opposite way... You know, a commodity might be unwanted at first, but if someone suddenly starts scrambling for it... to onlookers, it suddenly seems incredibly valuable! Thorin is an old fox. If I suddenly show any intention to steal it, he might just snatch the 'cake' himself!"
I couldn't resist picking up the document again and flipping through it. A thought suddenly struck me: "That's right. Since Jason Nakata is of Japanese descent, why haven't any Japanese conglomerates been willing to fund him? I know that if a Japanese person were running for a U.S. Congressman, there would definitely be fervent Japanese conglomerates willing to spend lavishly on him!"
Yang Wei's expression grew increasingly strange; she seemed to want to laugh. But she shook her head and didn't laugh.
"Because...no Japanese conglomerate is willing to spend money to fund him...and in Japan, Jason Nakata is known as a 'sinner of Japan'! He is an object of absolute hatred!"
"???" I was surprised.
“Sigh.” Yang smiled slightly. “Let me ask you, there was a very famous anti-China bill in the US Congress, the so-called ‘human rights bill.’ It accused China of human rights abuses and demanded that China be sanctioned… You know about this, right? It was quite famous a couple of years ago.”
"I know." I nodded.
"If, and I mean if! If this bill were submitted to the U.S. Congress and demanded a condemnation of China... it was done by a Chinese-American congressman, what would you think?"
"Damn it!" I exclaimed, my eyebrows furrowing. "I absolutely want to kill him! That kind of person is a traitor! If I ever get the chance, I'll definitely find a way to kill him!"
"Well, what if people back home find out his name..."
"He'll definitely be condemned as a traitor by the entire nation!" I blurted out almost without thinking. Then, realizing what I'd said, I tentatively asked, "Could it be... that Jason Nakata... is a 'traitor to Japan'?"
"Whether he's a 'traitor to Japan' or not, I can't say for sure, but he's definitely someone the Japanese people despise, that's without a doubt." Yang smiled slightly.
"For Japan, the biggest scars are undoubtedly the ugly history of World War II, and the bloody crimes committed back then... I know there is a lot of anti-Japanese sentiment in the country now. In particular, the Japanese government has never acknowledged the massacres... aggression... and... well... comfort women!"
"Just last year, Jason Nakata, in particular, publicly addressed the US Congress's investigation into the comfort women issue during World War II, and spoke out in public demanding that the Japanese government acknowledge these crimes, apologize, and provide compensation. Later, as a member of the US Congress, he engaged in a heated verbal battle with the Japanese Prime Minister, making numerous anti-Japanese statements. And just last year, he submitted a bill to the US Congress concerning the crimes committed by Japan during World War II regarding the comfort women issue… His bill, submitted to Congress, hoped that the US government would intervene and order the Japanese government to immediately stop lying, immediately publicly acknowledge its crimes, publicly apologize, and provide compensation. Once this bill came out… Jason Nakata became famous in Japan! Almost all Japanese right-wing elements wished he were dead."
Depend on!!
My eyes widened in surprise!
Is this even possible?
A Japanese-American congressman submitted such an "anti-Japanese" bill to the US government... No wonder he is hated by the Japanese.
"And the result?" I immediately became interested.
"The result? It caused a great sensation, but the final proposal almost got implemented... but it was eventually shelved thanks to the efforts of the Japanese."
After Yang Wei finished speaking, we looked at each other and both sighed with regret.
What a pity! What a real pity...
Aren't Americans always self-proclaimed "world police"? They're always meddling in other countries' human rights issues and interfering in their sovereignty. If that bill were passed... I'd really like to know if, under American interference, the Japanese would still have the guts to stand up to the Americans.
"It's a pity... but this Jason Nakata is really damn strong!" I leaned back in my chair, holding the document in my hand, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that this guy was no ordinary person.
“That’s why I said earlier that Jason Nakata can’t really be considered Japanese. His ancestors immigrated to the United States, and he’s a third-generation immigrant. He was born and raised in the United States, and apart from his skin color, he’s basically a thoroughly American. It’s like when you meet a Black person in America, you can’t call them African, can you?” Yang Wei smiled and said, “However, this is quite interesting. It’s precisely because of that that Jason Nakata suddenly became famous.”
She chuckled again: "Tell me, under these circumstances, which Japanese conglomerate would dare to sponsor him? If word got out, they'd be condemned by the Japanese immediately."
I finally understood the whole story. After thinking about it carefully, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Originally, I was thinking of backing out, but now that you've said it, I'm really interested."
"Oh?" Yang smiled.
“Hmm.” I thought for a moment: “First of all, you are my friend. If a friend is in trouble, I will definitely help as long as it is within my power… I hesitated just now because I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to do this well. But now that I know that this congressman is such a remarkable person, I will give it a try even if I have to bite the bullet.”
"Why?" Yang Wei chuckled. "Does this old Japanese man have more influence than I do?"
"Of course not," I chuckled. "It's just that I've always found the Japanese repulsive. And this congressman is actually going against the Japanese government, so I'm determined to help him get funding! At least to keep him in his seat as a U.S. congressman! That way, he can have more opportunities to cause trouble for the Japanese in the future! Hahahaha..."
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't he?
"Don't worry, one of the conditions for our family's cooperation with him is that we hope he will continue to stick to that bill he came up with... Hmph, that 'Chinese Human Rights Bill' in the US Congress has been shelved many times, but those anti-China elements have resubmitted it time and time again... I will also have Jason Nakata continue to work on that bill in the same way..." Yang smiled and winked at me: "Of course, this is just a small condition. Moreover, that bill is Jason Nakata's political capital, and he himself will not give it up."
"Great!" I slapped my thigh. "I'll do it! Just tell me how! To be honest, I never imagined in my life that I, Chen Yang, Chen Xiaowu, would one day actually help a Japanese person!"
Yang Wei smiled bitterly, just like me, and said, "I never imagined in my life that I would one day go to a Japanese man's door to give him money to spend—and I was even afraid that he would refuse to accept it."
We smiled at each other, then burst into laughter again.
"But what should I do?" I frowned and pondered.
Yang Wei smiled and said, "If you're willing to help, I do have a way."