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

Chapter 375 The Provincial Banking Regulatory Bureau's Investigation Team is Coming to Nanxin

"Him?!" Huang Hua was stunned for a moment, then chuckled in a low voice, "Brother Fang, you're quite cunning, stabbing people in the back while pretending to care on the surface."

"What do you mean by pretending? I'm genuinely concerned!" Fang Qingye said seriously. "It's only polite to reciprocate. When Minglifang opened a while ago, they still came to congratulate us, didn't they?"

"They're all playing it deep," Huang Hua remarked, then added, "But, Brother Fang, you probably won't be able to kill him this time."

"It's okay, there will be other opportunities later."

The two chatted quietly as they entered the company premises, then stopped talking.

Fang Qingye didn't assign Huang Hua to the company's strategy group or IT group to work as a programmer. Instead, he gave him a special task: to check the network security of Tomorrow Cube and Tuofang Technology, and to perform upgrades and maintenance.

If you hack into someone else's network, won't they hack into yours too?

Running naked is terrifying.

After finishing her business in Shanghai, Fang Qingye wanted to rush back to Nanxin that afternoon, but she received a call from Shi Guangrong.

"Qingye, are you in Shanghai? I told Lin Guangmao and Ye Qingjun about our recent operations, just as you asked, so Lin Guangmao invited you to have dinner together."

Have dinner with him?
Although they are currently allies, Fang Qingye does not want to have too much contact with them.

There's no point in getting involved with these people, so he politely declined: "Glorious, tell them I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to rush back to Nanxin."

"I understand, I know."

Fang Qingye had to rush back to Nanxin that evening, so she ate dinner early. After packing her luggage, she went to the front desk to check out. Her phone rang again, and when she took it out, she saw that it was Lin Guangmao calling.

Fang Qingye and Lin Guangmao met once last year at a cocktail party hosted by Ye Qingjun at the Shanghai Securities Association Club. They exchanged contact information but never made a phone call.

Including this collaboration, Zhu Yi was basically the one relaying the message.

On the one hand, it's to avoid suspicion. Regulatory authorities are already investigating whether they have jointly manipulated the market, so it's better to have less contact.

Of course, there is another reason: they seem to dislike each other, especially Lin Guangmao, who, after suffering huge losses in Zhengzhou cotton futures trading, said he would deal with Fang Qingye, though it was just a harsh threat.

It's just a temporary, superficial friendship.

Why did I suddenly get this call today?
Fang Qingye decided to answer the phone after some thought.

"Mr. Fang, this is Lin Guangmao. I heard from Shi Guangrong that you're in a hurry to get back to Nanxin? I was thinking of inviting you to dinner," Lin Guangmao said on the other end of the phone.

"Something urgent came up at home, and I have to go back right away. I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I appreciate your kind offer, but maybe next time," Fang Qingye politely declined.

Lin Guangmao didn't insist on the matter, but changed the subject: "President Fang, you and Shi Guangrong did a great job blocking Baoying Fund in the A-share market this time!"

"Glory told you everything, didn't he?"

"Yes, why didn't you notify me in advance to work together this time? That Li Wei from Baoying Fund dared to be so unethical. Don't blame me for being impolite!"

Do you uphold martial ethics?
We're all in the same boat; don't laugh at someone who's a hundred steps behind if you're only fifty.

Fang Qingye sneered inwardly, but said aloud, "Mr. Lin, we've played the first half, it's your turn for the second half."

"Don't worry about that, we'll definitely cripple him! He can forget about ever working in Shanghai again!"

Fang Qingye listened without commenting.

He himself wasn't that ruthless, but he naturally wouldn't object if someone wanted to do it.

This matter was temporarily put to rest, and Fang Qingye returned to Nanxin and began to enjoy a leisurely life. A typhoon had been raging for the past two days, bringing torrential rain and fierce winds to Nanxin City. The entire city was distorted and deformed in the gray rain curtain; in this kind of weather, it was naturally best to stay indoors.

The workers stopped working and returned to the first-floor break room to drink water and chat. Fang Qingye was bored and leaned back in her boss's chair, playing a fruit-cutting game on her phone.

It's quite interesting to see all sorts of fruits flying around on a hot day. Should we ask Zhang Xiaorui to go to the kitchen and bring up a chilled watermelon?
As Fang Qingye was pondering this, her phone suddenly made a "click" sound, and the WeChat icon began to flash.

Tencent's WeChat was officially launched at the beginning of the year, and Fang Qingye also applied for a number. Communication between friends gradually transitioned from QQ to WeChat.

He opened it and saw that it was a message from "Lotus's Thoughts".

Xia He, her QQ and WeChat names are the same.

Fang Qingye's WeChat name was no longer like his QQ name, "Eastern Sea Swordsman"—he felt it was a bit silly—so he changed it to "Southern New Angler," which better suited his actual situation.

Xia He's message was simple: "Qingye, I'm coming to Nanxin tomorrow."

Fang Qingye found it strange and typed: "There's a typhoon hitting Nanxin right now, what are you doing here?"

"Look at you," Xia He said, sending a playful smiley face emoji.

"Dede. Why come when the weather is nice, but when it's windy and rainy? What happened?" Fang Qingye typed.

"Let's video chat."

"Ok."

Xia He started talking about it on WeChat.

Not long ago, the Jiangsu Provincial Banking Regulatory Bureau suddenly received a letter of complaint filed by a real name, accusing Nanxin Town Bank of chaotic management and misappropriation of bank funds by its shareholders. The leaders of the Banking Regulatory Bureau took this matter very seriously, as Nanxin Town Bank was the first town bank in Jiangsu Province and had a certain representative significance. Therefore, they organized an investigation team to conduct an on-site investigation in Nanxin.

Fang Qingye was even more puzzled after hearing Xia He's words: "An investigation organized by the China Banking Regulatory Commission will at most involve the People's Bank of China. What does it have to do with your Oriental Bank?"

“I have worked at Nanxin for almost three years and have worked with Zhao Wenjun, the current president of the rural bank. I know Nanxin and Zhao Wenjun very well. So when the leaders of the China Banking Regulatory Commission approached President Zhang of the provincial branch and asked to second me to participate in this investigation, President Zhang agreed.”

"Oh, Imperial Envoy, welcome, welcome!" Fang Qingye joked.

"Don't joke around, Qingye. It's inconvenient for me to see you this time in Nanxin, you understand?" Xia He said.

"Then I'll come to the hotel to find you."

"Do you dare?!" Xia He looked at him, biting her lip in the video.

“What’s there to be afraid of? I’m just reporting the situation to the inspection team!” Fang Qingye said confidently.

“Hey, Qingye, I know you have ideas about rural banks, but now is not the time for you to get involved,” Xiahe reminded her.

"I know, I was just kidding," Fang Qingye laughed. "If anything happens to you in Nanxin, give me a call."

"Ok, I know."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before ending the video chat.

Unexpectedly, the rural bank committed such a serious offense that it alarmed the provincial banking regulatory bureau.

Hey, hey.
Fang Qingye suddenly remembered something: at the end of December last year, in order to help Zhang Rong complete his deposit target, he deposited 3.8 million yuan in the village bank. He had originally agreed to transfer the money after 3 months, but he forgot about it!
It hasn't been picked up yet.

No, we have to withdraw it tomorrow. If Zhang Rong still needs help at the end of the year, we'll talk about it then.

(End of this chapter)