Wu Wenjun suffered a complete mental breakdown.
He has been living in endless regret these days.
If he had not coveted Wang Longfei's money, he would still be a powerful staff officer in the General Staff of the ZJ Provincial Security Department. With the protection of the boss Xu Tiecheng, he could almost walk sideways in Hangzhou. Not to mention the policemen in the police station, even the domineering members of the investigation unit of the Intelligence Department would have to bow their heads and behave themselves in front of him.
But now, he could only hide in a tailor shop opened by the Japanese in this small, windy and dusty place in Los Angeles, and work as an apprentice. After only a dozen days, his originally smooth and tender skin had been blown by the wind and sand to become as dark as elm bark.
The bad weather was fine, he could tolerate it, but the huge gap in status was something he couldn't accept.
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