Chapter 20 Plan B

• Chapter 20
• Plan B
• He waved his hand and his aide brought close his phone and dialed in some numbers. After ringing for some seconds the receiver on the other end came on and he said in a more cheerful voice, “Good evening, divisional police officer. Yes it’s Mr. Ziu. I am fine and you? Ok, I am calling in respect to my business in California. I don’t feel safe anymore, officer and I would need your help. Ok I will be in your office tomorrow.” He thanked him in Chinese and smiled until the furrow on his face was like a million earthworms. “Hmmm what would it look like if I save myself the hundred million dollars and still have the software?” He smiled. “If I can tell a lie to the police they stole my billion dollar software and have them wanted with their pictures on the walls of the streets then I may be on my way to acquiring the software to myself without spending shit. The police will believe me because I will put out a stake of ten million dollars for anyone that catches them. Who doesn’t know ZIU TECH, the parent of modern ICT invention in Kowloon of China? I am legit and they are band of uncivilized criminals. I have got the connection and immunity. They have got only shit.” He laughed out embarrassingly, sipped his beer and kept staring at the pictures. “Bastards,” he cursed again in Chinese.