In the inquiry room of the Naples Procuratorate, Moji sat leisurely on the chair, looking calm.

Next to him, lawyer Trofino was a little nervous and repeatedly reminded Moji that when he saw the prosecutor, he would say as little as possible and as much as possible.

Moji was a little absent-minded because his heart was not as calm as he had seen on the surface.

Things have changed drastically in the past few days.

At first, the Italian Football Association came forward to put pressure on it, but it still wanted to turn big things into small things like before, and even pointed the finger at Gao Han. But at the critical moment, the media attacked, and the statements of Prime Minister Prodi and a number of government officials pushed the telephone gate incident to the forefront.

Everyone can understand that the new government is going to use the telephone door to establish its authority.

This argument has been spread for a while, but Moji has been secretly contacting the new government and has done a lot of work. He could have been through it smoothly, but unexpectedly, Gao Han suddenly stood up.

This completely in vain for the efforts he made over the past period.

Now, the situation has completely lost control.

The four major gold medal referees involved in the case were suspended from law enforcement, Pailetto, Matei and others were also suspended from their posts. Even Football Association Chairman Carraro and Vice Chairman Mazni were affected, and the latter was even removed from the World Cup team.

The government also made up its mind in the thorough investigation, and Rome, Milan, Turin and the four major procuratorates in Naples divided their work and cooperated.

The Rome Procuratorate is responsible for investigating the Football Association and the referee committee, and there is also the shady story of the Gea company, while Naples is responsible for investigating Moji and Juventus.

This is also the reason why Moji appears in the Naples Procuratorate.

What's even more abominable is that they even took a representative for the case involving Moji, Dome.

Everyone knows that the Naples Procuratorate has always been in charge of the Mafia investigation, and the Dome in their code means the Mafia command system, which is equivalent to telling everyone that Moji is the mastermind behind the entire telephone gate incident.

In the past few days, Moji has been living in seclusion and has not even gone to the team, because he can feel that this will be the biggest disaster he has ever encountered.

"Don't worry, Mr. Moji, as long as you do what I said, there will be nothing wrong." Lawyer Trofino comforted.

Moji nodded in confusion, not knowing whether he could remember it then.

At this moment, the door of the inquiry room was opened.

Two prosecutors walked in one after another. They didn't look very old, but the eyes staring at Moji did not have any kindness, but instead they were a bit like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb.

Moji hates this kind of look, but there is no way.

With two bangs, both prosecutors placed the two thick stacks of materials in their hands on the table.

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Moji." The man on the left chuckled, "We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Given that the phone door incident involves a lot, according to the arrangement, our Naples Procuratorate is responsible for the investigation of you and Juventus. We are the prosecutors who investigate this together. My name is Giuseppe Nalduchi, and this is my Filippo Bitris."

"It's a great honor to see you, Mr. Moji." Bitris greeted politely, but there was a deep irony in his smile.

Moji had no favoritism for these two guys. If it were normal, he would have stood up without hesitation, cursed a few times before turning around and leaving, but now he had to bow his head.

"I think the two prosecutors must have made a mistake. I am innocent. The entire telephone door incident has nothing to do with me. There is no so-called dome or the so-called Moji gang. I was framed by someone."

Moji's reaction seemed to be within the expectations of the prosecutors. The two of them smiled and pulled open the chairs and sat down opposite them.

"You said you are innocent, how do you explain the recording of the phone?" Nalduchi asked.

"Phone recording?" Moji looked so innocent. "To be honest, those phone recordings are indeed true, but what does that mean? Pailetto and Matei have been good friends for many years. We were joking together, what's wrong?"

"Well, even if you think I've been joking in the recording of the phone, you can check it out. Which team has not had close contact with the referee's dispatcher in the entire Italian Class A and Class B leagues? Who has not communicated with the referee's dispatcher, and hopes to arrange a referee who is more beneficial to them?"

When talking about this, Moji looked helpless and sighing.

"To be honest, the two prosecutors, everything I do has only one purpose, that is, Juventus, that is the most important team in the Serie A, and you have to know that we are the only team in the Serie A that does not require the boss to pay. We can support ourselves and reliably, which shows how healthy our finances are."

"Let me ask, a team with such healthy finances and excellent achievements over the past few years will always arouse resentment from other teams. They will always try every means to frame us, right?"

Narduchi and Bitterros looked at each other, and they obviously saw Moji's eloquence.

It's indeed an old fox.

"How do you explain Paparesta?" asked Bitros. "I have to remind you that Paparesta confessed everything in the Rome Procuratorate, so you have to think clearly about it."

"Sir Prosecutor, can I understand your words as intimidation?" Moji's lawyer Trofino fought back first.

"Whatever." Bitross didn't care.

Moji looked at his lawyer, thought for a while, and replied: "Yes, I admit that Paparesta was indeed locked in the locker room by me, and we did intimidate him not to speak out, but what I want to say is that this is an irrational behavior done by the leader of a team in anger."

"To be honest, after I was born, I regret it very much. I don't want to kidnap anyone, so I also want to apologize to Paparesta. If you want to pursue my fault in this regard, I am willing to accept punishment."

Obviously, this is a way to avoid the important things.

The two prosecutors looked at each other and showed helpless expressions. They knew that this guy would not be so easy to deal with.

"Then how do you explain, you discussed the referee assignment issue with Pailetto and Matei on the phone?"

"Is this a thing?" Moji said, "I have to think about it carefully. After a few seconds, I replied, "It shouldn't be there. Even if there is, it must be that I drank and was joking with them. You know, I am a fan, and I am very interested in knowing which referees will be more interesting if they enforce the law, but that's just a joke."

"What about the car you gave to Pailetto?"

"Oh, please, as I said before, that's not giving away, that's borrowing." Moji shook his head innocently and sighed.

"As I told you before, he and I have been very good friends for many years. He wants to buy a car, but he has no money, so I borrowed money from me. Of course, I can't say I won't lend it, so I bought it for him. Isn't this very common between two friends? Isn't it just because I am the general manager of the club and he works in the Football Association, so I can't be a friend?"

The two prosecutors finally saw Moji's clever tongue, pushing everything completely, avoiding the important things, and not leaking the water, making them unable to start.

Fortunately, they have prepared a lot.

"Mr. Moji, we have received evidence from the Roman Prosecutor's Office, you have confessions and related materials from former Minister of the Interior Pisanu, former Minister of Economic Affairs Siniskarko, and some judges and financial police. The investigation into the Football Association is also led by Prosecutor Stefano Parachi, you should have heard of him."

When Moji heard this, his face changed.

"I can tell you very clearly that we have sufficient evidence about the phone door incident. You have the Football Association and the referees, so don't want to escape. So, our advice is that you'd better be honest with us."

Moji began to remain silent now, but his face became a little embarrassed.

At least, he is no longer as aggressive as before.

"In addition, I want to tell you one more thing, we have enough evidence to sue your son, Moji and his gea company, for suspected manipulation of Serie A transfers and playing a crucial role in the Serie A betting case in the 04-05 season."

When Moji heard this, he was shocked.

Is this necessary to settle the new and old accounts over the years together?

"We already have confessions from multiple players, and they all expressed their willingness to cooperate with our investigation. Gea is involved in Serie A football business. We have reason to believe that a considerable number of players, especially Juventus players, have succumbed to Gea's behind-the-scenes command."

"During the whole process, Gea Company used improper means to coerce players, including threats and kidnappings, and we have enough personal and physical evidence, and you can't even lose it."

Moji's face turned completely pale, and he leaned weakly towards the backrest of the seat, sweating profusely.

He knew that all his background had been dug out by the other party.

The current situation is that he is in the government system and in the Football Association, the Agnelli family and Juventus can't wait to separate themselves, and the players and referees are turning against each other.

Not only is he going to be doomed, but his son will also suffer.

Seeing Moji's appearance, the two prosecutors smiled at each other, and then they looked a little bit suspect.

"Let me tell you something privately, Mr. Moji." Narduchi looked like he was not shockingly dead.

"We have found the money that your family has in the Vatican bank, which is as high as 150 million euros. I believe you should have figured out how to explain this money, right?"

As soon as Narduchi finished speaking, he heard a clang in front of him, and Moji fell from the chair.

This Juventus general manager, who is usually majestic and domineering in Italian football, was sitting on the ground with cold sweats and shaking his head over there.

"No, no, no, Alesandro is still young, he is a good boy, he has nothing to do with all these things."

Narduchi sneered and shook his head, "No, Mr. Moji, you are wrong. Is it related? You have to check it out before you know it."

Moji's eyes widened, and suddenly, he didn't know where the strength came from, stood up from the ground and looked at the two prosecutors in front of him.
Chapter completed!