I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 362 Finally, the Mastermind Was Found
Is this the young man with the mysterious background?

He seems quite gentle and refined, unlike some second or third-generation rich kids who are so arrogant.

However, Yang Yanqiu also learned from Qiao Yongfeng that the second and third generations of families were generally well-mannered and humble.

Of course, we don't know what the ground behind it looks like.

He didn't seem like the nouveau riche people I knew in the county, driving BMWs and decked out in designer brands as if they wanted to have the word "rich" etched on their foreheads.

The person in front of me is dressed very casually, and it doesn't seem to be any designer brand.

Of course, these thoughts only flashed through Yang Yanqiu's mind for a moment before she immediately smiled and shook hands with Fang Qingye.

Fang Qingye, of course, had no idea that the middle-aged woman had already mentally judged him. After shaking hands, he left very politely.

After driving away from Zifeng Tower, Fang Qingye sent Xia He a text message, briefly explaining that she had met Qiao Yongfeng and that she would be staying in Huijing for a few more days.

Xia He was naturally delighted and immediately called back: "So, where are you going now?"

"Fishing, huh?" Fang Qingye laughed. "The fishing gear is all in the trunk."

Fang Qingye fished until Xia He was about to get off work in the afternoon before he returned. His catch was two crucian carp and three catfish, which was much worse than in Nanxin, but still better than most anglers at Huashen Lake who came back empty-handed.

It's perfect for making fish soup with summer lotus!

Fang Qingye felt very happy.

Since Qiao Yongfeng told her to stay in Huijing for a couple more days to await his investigation results, Fang Qingye settled in without worry. Xia He even took a day off to accompany her to her best friend's teahouse by Xuanwu Lake, to visit the Huijing Museum, and then to stroll along the Qinhuai River in the evening. Of course, there was plenty of fun every night.

After staying in Huijing for four days, Fang Qingye received a call from Qiao Yongfeng that evening, saying that he had found Ding Haibin's hometown.

“His hometown is in a village in Pukou Township. I specifically sent someone to check on him yesterday. He was home, so we’ll go together tomorrow morning,” Qiao Yongfeng said on the phone.

Fang Qingye was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Okay, thank you."

The two agreed on a time and place to meet the next day and then hung up the phone.

The next morning, Xia He got up early and went to work. After having breakfast, Fang Qingye drove straight to Jiangxinzhou on the south bank of the Yangtze River to meet him. When Qiao Yongfeng's black Mercedes-Benz S500 appeared, Fang Qingye drove his own car to follow it.

After passing through the Yangtze River Tunnel and heading northwest for about two hours, we arrived at a place called Dahuang Village, which is not far from Anhui Province.

Two cars drove into the village one after the other and parked next to a farmer's house. At this moment, Fang Qingye saw Qiao Yongfeng wearing sunglasses get out of the back seat, along with a man in his thirties who was his driver. The man was not tall, but very thin and seemed to have a murderous aura about him. He looked like he had served in the army.

Is he probably a driver who also acts as a bodyguard?

It seems I'll have to find someone myself in the future?
"This is it."

Qiao Yongfeng pointed to the house next to him. It was a typical two-story building in the countryside. It looked a bit old and had a wall and gate, with the gate half-closed.

"Let's go in and take a look," Qiao Yongfeng said, walking towards the main gate.

Fang Qingye and the other two pushed open the door and saw a man wearing a straw hat drying medicinal herbs in the yard. Perhaps because he worked often, he had many wrinkles on his face, and Fang Qingye could not judge his age.

At this moment, Qiao Yongfeng smiled and said to the man in fluent Anhui dialect, "Is Ding Haibin at home?"

"Yes, who are you?" The man looked up at them curiously.

“We are Ding Haibin’s friends, and we came all the way from the city to see him today. Are you his father?” Qiao Yongfeng asked.

"Yes, yes, please sit down. I'll go upstairs and call him." With that, the man walked upstairs.

Ding Haibin was browsing the news on his mobile phone in his room upstairs.

He wasn't just browsing casually; he was mainly looking for information about the futures market, especially Shanghai rubber futures.

I was a little uneasy at first after returning from Shanghai, but after staying there for so long without any problems, I've calmed down a lot.

Things will pass.

He comforted himself in this way.

Just like the news online, there was a lot of speculation about Shanghai rubber futures a while ago, but things have calmed down now.

Moreover, he observed that the Shanghai rubber RU1107 contract began to fall sharply with increased volume, which clearly indicated that large investors and institutions had already fled.

Fang Qingye, Lin Guangmao, and their group finally escaped, making a fortune. The private equity firm that shorted the stock managed to avoid being liquidated and is now finally reaping its victory.

Both sides benefited, everyone was happy, and no one would cause trouble for them anymore, right?
Ding Haibin thought to himself.

I'll hide for a while longer before going out to find work. Of course, I won't go back to Shanghai. I can stay in Anhui or go back to Beijing.

Just then, the father entered the bedroom: "Haibin, there are three people outside looking for you. They say they are your friends."

Ding Haibin immediately tensed up upon hearing this.

My friend?

I have never told any of my friends the exact address of my hometown!

"Dad, did they say where they're from?" Ding Haibin asked again.

"He came from the city, and one of them spoke authentic Anhui dialect."

Hearing his father's words, Ding Haibin was slightly relieved, knowing that none of Lin Guangmao's group were from Huijing.

Ding Haibin followed his father downstairs and saw three people standing under the eaves, none of whom he recognized.

"You're looking for me?" Ding Haibin asked.

"Yes, you must be Ding Haibin?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"My name is Fang Qingye," the youngest youth said to him with a smile.

Upon hearing the name, his face changed drastically, and he tried to flee, but a lean man next to him quickly grabbed his shoulder, rendering him unable to move.

"Ding Haibin, aren't you going to invite us to sit down? Your father is still here," Fang Qingye said in a low voice.

Ding Haibin glanced at his father, who was working in the yard again, and stopped struggling: "Let's talk in my room."

"it is good."

The three followed Ding Haibin upstairs to his room, where they heard him say, "You came to see me because of the Shanghai rubber business?"

"You're very smart. Who instructed you?" Fang Qingye asked, looking at him.

"No one told me to do it; I did it myself," Ding Haibin said stubbornly.

"Okay, that's good." Fang Qingye nodded: "You fabricated facts, disrupted the market, and defamed others. According to the Criminal Law, if the same defamatory information is actually clicked or viewed more than 5,000 times, or forwarded more than 500 times, a case can be filed. I estimate that your news article has already received tens of thousands of clicks, right?"

"I'm reporting this to the police," Fang Qingye said, taking out her phone.

"No, no!" Ding Haibin exclaimed in alarm.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Fang Qingye asked, looking at him.

"I'm telling the truth, please don't report it to the police," Ding Haibin pleaded.

"Okay, I keep my word." Fang Qingye put down her phone.

“It was Li Wei, the general manager of Baorong Fund Management Co., Ltd., who secretly instructed me to do this. Baorong is a private equity fund that heavily shorted the Shanghai Rubber RU1107 contract. As a result, they saw that the contract price rose instead of falling. They also heard that you and Lin Guangmao were long on this contract and were worried about being liquidated. So they came to me and asked me to write an article saying that you were manipulating the market and that your goal was to bring the price down,” Ding Haibin said in a low voice.

"How much did Li Wei pay you?" Qiao Yongfeng interjected.

"30."

After hearing this, Qiao Yongfeng laughed and said, "You're going to offend a bunch of people for just 30? Is it worth it for you to make a living in the securities industry?!"

Ding Haibin paused for a moment before saying, "I heard that Shanghai's housing purchase restriction policy is going to be further tightened, and non-Shanghai residents will not be able to buy a house, so I'm trying to quickly raise enough for a down payment to buy one."

Qiao Yongfeng sighed softly after hearing this, and said nothing more. He then looked at Fang Qingye and noticed that he seemed a little dazed. He asked, "Qingye, what's wrong?"

Fang Qingye regained her senses and said to Qiao Yongfeng with a smile, "Isn't it a coincidence? Baorong Fund Management Co., Ltd. and Tomorrow Cube are both located in the Shanghai International Financial Building, and on the same floor."

(End of this chapter)