You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

When Jiang Che saw the last line, his gaze darkened.

He read the email again from beginning to end, connecting the whole chain of events in his mind.

Zhao Guodong is the general manager of the Southwest Branch. His wife's family has an unclear relationship with Ruichang Construction, and the deeper equity structure points to his second uncle, Jiang Dahe.

This line is not hidden too shallowly, but it is not too deep either.

If a professional auditing team investigates carefully, they can uncover it.

However, two years have passed, and the 30 million yuan write-off is still lying quietly in the expired files, with no one raising any questions.

What does this tell us?

It's obvious that someone contacted the group's internal auditors and deliberately suppressed the matter.

Then the answer is already obvious.

My second uncle's influence within the group goes far beyond just engaging in petty schemes.

He was systematically cultivating his own power and secretly transferring assets through people like Zhao Guodong.

Jiang Che closed the email and cleared his browsing history.

He didn't make a fuss.

It's not time to reveal the cards yet.

He only had a sum of 30 million yuan in irregular funds, which was negligible for Jiang Sheng Group.

Even if he threw this in front of his father now, it would only alert the enemy and make his second uncle's people back down.

If you're going to take action, you have to gather the entire chain of evidence at once, leaving the other side no room for defense.

So, I'll continue to play dumb and continue to be a clueless summer intern.

Once he has established himself within the group and has access to more core information, we can slowly dig deeper.

Just as Jiang Che was pondering a solution, the bathroom door opened.

Su Qinghe came out wrapped in a bath towel, her hair wet, and she dried it with the towel as she walked.

"Ah Che, come with me to the home furnishing market tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che closed his laptop and turned to look at her.

"What should I buy?"

"Flower pots and seeds!" Su Qinghe's tone was filled with undisguised excitement. "We agreed before that we would grow flowers and vegetables on the balcony, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

How could Jiang Che possibly forget Su Qinghe's grand planting enterprise?

After thinking about it, I realized I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow, so I nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe jumped up happily, but then remembered that she was still wrapped in a bath towel, so she quickly covered her neckline and became demure.

"I'll go blow-dry my hair first!"

After a pause, Su Qinghe gently bit her pink lips and gave Jiang Che a flirtatious wink, "Brother Che, come and keep me company soon~"

After saying that, he ran back to his bedroom in a flash.

What else is there to say?

Jiang Che stood up abruptly and caught up with Su Qinghe, who was running away laughing.

What followed was an in-depth biological study about the future of humanity.

……

The following morning.

After having breakfast, the two drove to the flower and bird market in the northern suburbs of Beijing.

The place was much larger than Su Qinghe had imagined.

The entire street is lined with gardening supplies: flower pots, seeds, soil, tools—you name it.

Su Qinghe's eyes started shining the moment she got out of the car.

She pulled Jiang Che through the various stalls, sometimes squatting down to touch the texture of a ceramic pot, and sometimes leaning over to smell the lingering fragrance on the lavender seed packaging.

"Ah Che, look at this!"

Su Qinghe ran over carrying a round white porcelain flowerpot with a crooked cat pattern printed on it, which was kind of ugly-cute.

"Is it pretty?"

Jiang Che glanced at the strangely drawn cat and remained silent for two seconds.

"Are you sure you call this good-looking?"

"Of course! This is called ugly-cute, you know?" Su Qinghe hugged the flowerpot to her chest, as if no one could take it from her. "I want this one, I want to use it to grow mint."

Seeing that Su Qinghe had said so, Jiang Che naturally wouldn't refuse, and reached out to take the flowerpot and put it into the shopping cart.

As long as my girlfriend is happy, why worry about so much?

Over the next hour, Su Qinghe completed her shopping list with utmost seriousness.

Three flower pots of different sizes, a bag of potting soil, a packet of mint seeds, a packet of cherry tomato seeds, a mini shovel, a watering can, and a pair of floral gardening gloves.

Jiang Che followed behind her the whole time, pushing the shopping cart and occasionally helping her compare prices.

Su Qinghe demonstrated an astonishing ability to be meticulous when it came to pricing.

The two stores sell the exact same potting soil, one costs 28 yuan and the other costs 25 yuan.

The key point is that one shop is at the market entrance and the other is at the market exit. She dragged Jiang Che for a long time back to the shop at the market entrance and bought the one that was three yuan cheaper.

"Three yuan is still money, so we should save where we can and spend where we can," Su Qinghe said emphatically.

Jiang Che couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After the two returned to the villa carrying large and small bags, Su Qinghe couldn't wait to set up her flower pots and seeds on the third-floor balcony, humming an unknown tune, her face full of anticipation for her future balcony garden.

Jiang Che also squatted down next to her very seriously to help, doing whatever she said.

The pleasant two-day weekend has come to an end.

on Monday.

Jiang Sheng Group Headquarters, 38th floor.

Jiang Che was working on documents at his usual workstation, but today, after finishing his tasks, he borrowed a batch of quarterly operation reports from the Southwest Regional Branch over the past three years from his colleague in the records management department, under the pretext of "learning business knowledge".

He gave a very natural reason: he said he was interested in the management model of regional branches and wanted to learn more about the differences in business in different regions.

The colleague in charge of records was a nice guy. Seeing that he was sincere and that he was from the president's office, he thought about it for a moment and let him go.

Jiang Che carried the stack of operations reports back to his workstation and began to read through them page by page.

He looked very carefully.

From revenue data to cost structure, from supplier lists to outsourcing contract lists, his finger would linger on certain numbers for a few seconds with each page turn.

He discovered a pattern.

Since three years ago, the Southwest Branch's "engineering service outsourcing" expenditure has been steadily increasing every quarter, from several million to tens of millions, with an increase rate far exceeding that of other regions.

Moreover, in addition to Ruichang Construction, two other companies that he had never heard of appeared in the list of outsourced suppliers.

Jiang Che smiled coldly to himself. It seemed that Zhao Guodong wasn't playing alone; he had a whole system operating behind him.

Just as he was about to write down these data, a hand suddenly pressed down on the report on his desk.

He raised his head.

Lin Zhengyang stood in front of him, his face bearing his usual polite yet distant expression, but his eyes held a depth that Jiang Che had never seen before.

"Xiao Jiang, what are you looking at?"