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The afternoon passed quickly.

By the time the last class ended, it was already dark outside.

Jiang Che rubbed his aching back from sitting for too long, said goodbye to his roommates, and led Su Qinghe out of the teaching building.

"Let's go home."

Su Qinghe responded and naturally placed her hand in his palm.

The two got into Liu Anping's car and went straight back to the villa.

Jiang Che had the servants prepare dinner in advance, so that the two of them could have a hot meal as soon as they got home.

After finishing her meal, Su Qinghe lazily nestled on the living room sofa, scrolling through her phone.

Jiang Che then sat down next to her with a glass of warm water.

He cleared his throat, preparing to tell Su Qinghe the investigation report he had received during his lunch break.

"Qinghe".

"Hmm?" Su Qinghe leaned her head on his shoulder and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"You remember Lin Zhengyang, whom I mentioned to you in the car before, right?"

Su Qinghe's attention instantly shifted from her phone, and she sat up straight again. "That manager in the president's office? The one you asked Uncle Liu to investigate?"

"Yes." Jiang Che handed her the survey results sent by Liu Anping on his phone. "Uncle Liu sent me the results around noon today."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe quickly took the phone and scanned the information on it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Che continued, "Your judgment last time was completely correct. Lin Zhengyang did not defect to the enemy voluntarily, but was instead held hostage."

"Yes, I'm quite confident in my judgment. This situation is clearly not something he would do on his own initiative; there's no reason or motive."

As Su Qinghe spoke, she handed the phone back to Jiang Che, then tilted her head and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, she looked at Jiang Che and spoke again: "Ah Che, did you notice that when Zhao Guodong transferred money to Lin Zhengyang, he used WeChat transfer instead of directly transferring it from the company account to his bank card?"

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Su Qinghe crossed her legs on the sofa and entered her "analysis mode".

"What I want to say is that Zhao Guodong's approach was very clever."

The girl raised her index finger. "First, it gave Lin Zhengyang a lot of face."

"Objectively speaking, this was neither bribery nor a transaction; it was simply a loan between colleagues for working capital."

"Lin Zhengyang was more psychologically receptive to the embezzled funds, and therefore more easily persuaded to take the first step."

"second--"

She raised her middle finger, "Once this comes to light, this money will be a knife hanging over Lin Zhengyang's head."

"The loan is documented, but the terms of the exchange are verbal and implicit."

"If things come to light, Zhao Guodong can simply deny everything and say that he was just kindly lending money and that everything else was done by Lin Zhengyang and had nothing to do with him."

"In the end, even if Zhao Guodong did embezzle the money from the company's accounts, it was ultimately for emergency rescue. His final punishment will at most be a demotion or a pay cut, which are not very serious."

"And what about Lin Zhengyang? He took the money, did the work for people, but couldn't produce any evidence to prove that he was coerced."

Su Qinghe shrugged.

"No matter how hard you try to defend yourself, you'll end up in jail."

Jiang Che fell silent for a moment.

Su Qinghe was absolutely right; Zhao Guodong's move was indeed insidious.

They both showed leniency and held leverage over him.

The 800,000 yuan was transferred into Lin Zhengyang's account; there are transfer records and time points.

His son had just been diagnosed with leukemia when he accepted a huge sum of money from a colleague, which was even deducted from the company's accounts.

Who can he explain to? How can he explain it?

Regardless of whether Lin Zhengyang did anything for Zhao Guodong later, the existence of this money alone has already bound him to his fate.

After the incident, Zhao Guodong could easily have countered by saying, "He asked me to lend him the money, and I only lent it to him out of professional courtesy. It has nothing to do with company matters."

And Lin Zhengyang? He was speechless with grievances.

Even if he was truly forced, even if he only made the bare minimum of cooperation from beginning to end.

But the act of accepting money alone is enough to ruin him in any investigation.

Jiang Che couldn't help but curse in his heart, "That Zhao Guodong is really damn cunning."

Zhao Guodong may not be the most brilliant person, but he is certainly skilled at manipulating people's hearts.

"Since he's not a die-hard loyalist, we can't treat him like an enemy." Su Qinghe tilted her head to look at him. "A-Che, what do you plan to do?"

Jiang Che thought for a moment and said, "I plan to find a suitable opportunity to have some time alone with him."

"Although Lin Zhengyang is now Zhao Guodong's man, he has two weaknesses: his son's life and his own conscience."

"If I can hit both of these points at the same time, even if I don't do anything afterward, he will jump off Zhao Guodong's chessboard and come back to our side."

"But the premise is that I have to find a suitable time to meet him alone, without letting Zhao Guodong find out, and without letting Lin Zhengyang think that this is another trap."

Su Qinghe nodded. "So what are you planning to give him?"

I will cover the costs of his son's follow-up treatment.

Jiang Che said calmly, "Acute lymphoblastic leukemia is no minor illness. The subsequent treatment and transplant will cost at least two or three million."

"Zhao Guodong's 800,000 yuan was just enough to keep Lin Zhengyang's son's life hanging by a thread. I reckon Zhao Guodong never intended to cure him."

"In other words, the only person who can truly save his son's life, and the only person who truly wants to save his son's life, is me."

Su Qinghe hugged a cushion and huddled in the corner of the sofa, slowly nodding.

"So...when do you plan to make your move?"

"No rush." ​​Jiang Che took out his phone and scrolled through it. "Let the dust settle first."

Because the pieces on the other side have already started moving.

This afternoon, at the internal weekly meeting of Jiang Sheng Group, Jiang Dahai officially dropped the bomb that had been scheduled to explode long ago.

The Binhai New City Comprehensive Development Project has a total investment of 3 billion yuan.

At the meeting, Jiang Dahai, citing the need to "support branch offices and train local teams," clearly stated that the outsourcing and coordination of the initial infrastructure construction would be handled by the Southwest Branch Office.

A project worth 3 billion yuan, the outsourcing profit is at least several hundred million yuan.

This piece of fatty meat was thrown directly to Zhao Guodong's mouth.

Jiang Che could imagine Zhao Guodong's expression when he heard the news; it would probably be like a stray dog ​​that hadn't eaten for three days suddenly seeing a raw pork rib.

And the facts have completely confirmed his judgment.

At 9:40 p.m., Liu Anping's message popped up again.

[Liu Anping: Young Master, there's new information.]