Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 1215 Trouble is coming and invites Wu Xianzhu
Li Long is gone.

But the public opinion he aroused did not stop, but became more and more intense.

As Peninsula posted the so-called truth about the Sewol ferry sinking to the outside world.

In an instant, a large number of foreign media began to reprint the article, causing a sensation.

The people of the Peninsula are particularly concerned about their reputation, and they will never admit it even if they know that their history was stolen.

Not to mention that the sinking of the Sewol ferry affected the lives of hundreds of people, but the government did nothing about it, which was a disgrace to the world.

This has put tremendous pressure on the peninsula's government.
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three days later.

Qingwa Terrace.

10:11 am.

Office of the President.

At this moment, Zhao Shulan was extremely angry and had long lost her usual calmness.

She looked at the three men in front of her and said angrily, "Three days, three whole days, and you still haven't found the person who posted it?"

face questioning.

The Minister of the Interior and Security remained silent.

Min Eun-hyuk followed suit, lowering his head and saying nothing.

The remaining Huang Changshuo is different.

He was promoted by Zhao Shulan herself, so something must be said.

"Your Excellency, our National Intelligence Service has dispatched its most elite computer talents to track down the IP address of the post."

At this point, Huang Changshuo pretended to be serious and added: "During the investigation, we found that all the IPs came from brute-force computers."

"Finally, through unremitting efforts, the location where the IP finally disappeared is located at"

Seeing subordinates hesitating.

Zhao Shulan said impatiently: "President Huang, just speak frankly, have you found anything?"

The female ruler was angry.

Huang Changshuo gritted his teeth.

"Sir, the final location of the IP is Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., but the exact location is unknown!"

As soon as these words came out.

Zhao Shulan was stunned on the spot.

"What? You mean there are Americans involved?"

Earlier this year, news came from China about the 70th anniversary military parade.

Zhao Shulan was invited and clearly stated to participate in the military parade.

At a dinner at the U.S. Embassy some time ago, the current ambassador hinted overtly and covertly that he should not go to China to attend the military parade.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shulan had her own political ambitions.

He didn't want to be influenced by the United States, so he pretended not to understand and delayed time.

Thinking about it.

Zhao Shulan frowned. Could it be that the United States was really behind this?

It involves the U.S. government.

Zhao Shulan did not dare to be careless and waved to Min Yinhe and the Minister of Public Administration and Security.

"Dean Huang, please stay. You two can get out!"

Min Eun-hyuk and the Minister of Public Administration and Security secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, turned around and left without looking back.

Wait until people leave.

Zhao Shulan said seriously, "President Huang, are you sure that post was posted by an American?"

How could Huang Changshuo dare to talk nonsense?

"Sir, the other party is using a zombie machine and cannot help me determine the real IP address."

With a crackling sound, he gave Zhao Shulan a brief introduction to the meaning of broiler chickens.

After listening.

Zhao Shulan's expression darkened.

"What? You didn't find out who posted it?"

Huang Changshuo looked bitter.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to check, but he really can’t do it.

"Sir, we really can't find the author of the post, but now is not the time to find out who wrote it."

"We have an insider in the United States who has sent a message to the Internet. It has been reposted by influential media outlets including the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the Los Angeles Times. If this news is passed back to China..."

The words are not finished, but the subtext is self-evident.

The words fell.

Zhao Shulan's face changed drastically, and she immediately cursed in her heart, "Damn bastard, when this is over I will find you and cut you into pieces."

Thinking about returning.

The news brought by Huang Changshuo forced Zhao Shulan to take it seriously.

"President Huang, besides the news reported by the US media, is there any other news?"

Hear this.

Huang Changshuo pondered for a moment and said, "Sir, that post has a great influence. Even though we have cleared the domestic network, we still cannot stop the spread of the matter."

"When you ordered me to investigate the source of the post, I also sent people to monitor the families of the Sewol victims."

"Although they are very quiet at the moment, I have a bad feeling that they..."

Halfway through the conversation.

Dang Dang Dang.
There was a rapid knock on the door.

Without waiting for Zhao Shulan to speak.

Jin Dongzai pushed the door open and walked quickly forward to bow.

"Sir, something happened!" Zhao Shulan frowned.

"what's up?"

Hear the sound.

Jin Dongzai picked up the remote control on the desk without saying a word and pressed it lightly, and the TV not far away turned on instantly.

Followed by.

Jin Dongzai continued to press the remote control, and the picture changed to show a demonstration of thousands of people in Gwanghwamun Square.

Zhao Shulan's face turned pale with rage; trouble was coming.

"What's going on? Why are there people demonstrating?"

Two questions in a row.

Jin Dongzai said in a deep voice: "Sir, these people are the relatives of the victims of the Sewol ferry disaster!"

Just finished speaking.

Zhao Shulan suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at Huang Changshuo. This guy was right.

But she quickly came to her senses and demanded to be held accountable.

"President Huang, didn't you say you would send people to monitor the families of the victims? Didn't you find that they were secretly organizing the demonstrations?"

face questioning.

Huang Changshuo smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I only sent people to monitor the families of the victims after receiving news from the United States."

Zhao Shulan snorted coldly.

"Dean Huang, I don't want to hear any nonsense. Do you have a solution?"

Huang Changshuo opened his mouth.

"Sir, the only thing we can do at this moment is to comfort the victims' families as quickly as possible and intensify the search and rescue efforts for the victims' remains!"
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at the same time.

Gyeongju City.

Prosecutor's Office.

Minister's Office.

Li Zaihua was holding a tablet computer and browsing the news on the Internet.

When I saw the official reports on the New York Times, Washington Post and other media outlets, a charming smile appeared on my face.

At this time.

Dang Dang Dang.
There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Wen Jinghao heard the sound and pushed open the door. He quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Director!"

Li Zaihua smiled and said, "Jinghao, what's the matter?"

Wen Jinghao answered.

"Director, I just received news that the families of the victims of the Sewol ferry are demonstrating at Gwanghwamun Square."

Li Zaihua's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the drawer, took out the remote control and pressed it on the TV.

The screen lights up.

A crowd of demonstrators, wearing headbands and holding signs that read "Give me back my children," came into view.

Watching the protesters on TV.

Li Zaihua's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that it was worth it for him to risk being exposed.

Think of this.

Li Jae-hwa licked his lips and waved.

"Jinghao, please go out first!"

"Okay Director!"

Wen Jinghao didn't ask any questions, turned around and left without looking back.

As the door to the room closes.

Li Zaihua picked up the phone and dialed the number.

After a few dozen seconds, the call was connected.

Oh Hyun-su's voice came out.

"Director Li!"

Li Zaihua said calmly: "Chairman Wu, do you know about the demonstration in Guanghuamen Square?"

As the peninsula's super chaebol, it naturally pays attention to Seoul's every move.

Listen to the words of the young director.

Wu Xianzhu suddenly had an idea.

"Is this Director Li's work?"

Of course, Lee Jae-hwa would not admit that he was the one who instigated the families of the Sewol ferry victims to speak ill of him, and then he answered the question irrelevantly.

"President Wu, the weather in Gyeongju has been great recently, it's a great time to play golf!"

"By the way, it would be best if we could invite Councillor Zhang Biyou to come along!"

Wu Xianzhu's eyes rolled, as if he guessed something.

"No problem, I believe Councillor Zhang would also like to meet Director Li!"

Li Zaihua smiled.

"How about this Sunday?"

Oh Hyun-soo nodded.

"Sure, see you on Sunday!"

(End of this chapter)