"What, Zheng Mengjun was sentenced?"
Chen Yu, already in Saitama Prefecture with the Brazil Team for match preparations, received a call from Contiguglia.
Chen Yu didn't know what would happen to Zheng Mengjun. He had privately asked Dean, but that guy was tight-lipped and didn't say a thing.
'But since the Internal Revenue Service got involved,' he thought, 'he theoretically couldn't get away.'
The key thing was, Chen Yu had assumed it would take a long time.
Zheng Mengjun was arrested on the 19th, and today was the 25th. It had only been a few days.
He was a member of South Korea's National Assembly, the president of the Football Association, a FIFA vice president, not to mention he had the Hyundai Group backing him. He really wasn't some insignificant Little Calami like Moreno.
Chen Yu had even imagined him walking out of the police station unscathed, telling the media with a smile that it was all a misunderstanding, and then life would go on as usual.
