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Lin Zhengyang's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

His mind flashed back to his son's pale face in the hospital room, and to his wife Chen Xiulan's increasingly thin figure.

He recalled how, for the past three years, he had been like a walking corpse, constantly struggling between Zhao Guodong and his conscience, living a life of constant anxiety and torment.

All the resentment, grievances, fear, and guilt surged up at this moment.

Then, with a "plop"—

Suddenly, Lin Zhengyang stood up from his chair, then bent his knees and knelt down without warning.

"Young Master Jiang!"

His forehead slammed heavily against the carpet, his teeth clenched, tears streaming down his face: "From this day forward, my life, Lin Zhengyang's life, belongs to you!"

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do, and I'll tell you everything you want to know, without hiding a single word!"

"I have backups of all the shady dealings Zhao Guodong has done at the Southwest branch over the years, including his transfer of benefits, fund transfers, and related-party transactions with Second Master!"

After saying this, Lin Zhengyang closed his eyes.

He said to himself.

Lin Zhengyang, you should have taken this step long ago.

For your son, you knelt, endured, and did dirty work.

But one cannot be dragged along by mud forever.

After hearing these words, Jiang Che showed neither surprise nor anger.

She remained calm and composed, reaching out to help Lin Zhengyang up. "Get up first."

Lin Zhengyang looked up and met the boy's gaze, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

Under Jiang Che's intimidating gaze, he hesitated for a moment, but still obediently got up and returned to his seat.

After he was seated, Jiang Che calmly said, "I don't need your life. What I need is your loyalty and the evidence you have."

"You said you have backup evidence, right? Where is it?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhengyang immediately turned around, took out a black USB drive from his briefcase on the seat next to him, and handed it to Jiang Che with both hands.

"They're all here, Young Master Jiang."

"This includes project transaction records from the Southwest Branch, fraudulent contracts from Ruichang Construction, unusual procurement records from Hengtai Building Materials, and communication records between Zhao Guodong and several financial managers, among other things."

"In addition, I also kept a copy of the accounts that Jiang Erye used to transfer funds through several shell companies. If you need any other evidence, you can tell me, and I will do my best to help you investigate."

Jiang Che took the USB drive and weighed it in his hand.

It's a small USB flash drive, very light in weight, but surprisingly heavy.

If the information inside is true, then Zhao Guodong's trail has been completely seized upon by him.

It's only a matter of time before we defeat him.

When Lin Zhengyang saw Jiang Che accept the USB drive, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for many years, finally relaxed a little.

Taking advantage of Jiang Che's silence, he continued, "Young Master Jiang, actually, the time I prevented you from checking the files was on purpose for you to see."

"Because Zhao Guodong has been keeping an eye on me, I cannot give you a direct warning."

"I had to do things abruptly; I just wanted to take a gamble."

"I'm betting that you can spot the problem, that you're willing to investigate further, and that I still have a way out."

At this point, Lin Zhengyang gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Sure enough, you not only found out about Zhao Guodong, but also traced the clues to Qiming."

"When I heard Xiulan say that a young foundation specialist was willing to fund Qiming, my first reaction was not happiness, but fear."

"I'm afraid that's another trap set by Zhao Guodong."

"It wasn't until I heard your name that I knew the person I'd been waiting for had finally arrived."

Jiang Che looked up at him, chuckled, and teased, "You're quite the stoic one."

Lin Zhengyang smiled bitterly: "It's not that I can endure it, it's that I have no other way out."

"Qiming lies in the hospital bed, calling out 'Dad, I feel so bad' every day. As a father, it hurts me to hear my child say that."

"I also want to live an honest life, but Zhao Guodong's 800,000 yuan can save my son, so I have no choice."

"I took his money, but I didn't dare to really go all the way for him."

"So every time he made me hold up files, change processes, or delay approvals, I would secretly keep an original copy of the record."

"I always thought that if someone could bring him down someday, at least I would have a way to atone for my sins."

Jiang Che did not comment on his predicament.

Although Lin Zhengyang did have his own compelling reasons, his reasons are one thing, and his mistakes are another.

He was able to give Lin Zhengyang a chance to correct his mistakes because Lin Zhengyang still had value, and also because Lin Qiming was truly innocent.

Also because he was kind.

If it were any other entrepreneur, they would probably have sent Lin Zhengyang to jail by now.

Jiang Che put the USB drive into his pocket, then gestured for Lin Zhengyang to sign the contract.

After putting the contract into his bag, Jiang Che stood up, glanced at the time, and said, "Now that the contract is signed, I'll have someone initiate the medical assistance process for Lin Qiming when I get back tonight."

"Domestic and international bone marrow registry banks will also begin screening simultaneously, and I will cover the costs."

"I'll have someone keep in touch with your wife. I'll have someone coordinate with her regarding all matters related to Lin Qiming. You just need to continue working at Jiang Sheng with peace of mind."

Lin Zhengyang also stood up, his eyes red, and he grabbed Jiang Che's hand tightly, thanking him repeatedly.

Jiang Che gently pulled away from his grasp, telling him to save his words of gratitude for later.

Just before leaving, Jiang Che remembered something and turned back to look at Lin Zhengyang, who was still standing there.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to ask you, what is the actual deficit of the Southwest branch?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhengyang was slightly taken aback, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

When he spoke again, his tone and expression had regained some of the calmness and rationality expected of a manager in the president's office.

"Young Master Jiang, the figures on the books show 30 million, but the actual deficit is far more than that."

"Over the years, Zhao Guodong has used Ruichang Construction, Hengtai Building Materials, and several nominal labor service companies to inflate procurement prices and project quantities at each level."

"The apparent deficit is 30 million, but the actual amount of money transferred out is conservatively estimated to be over 100 million."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che's eyes immediately turned cold.

Over 100 million?

His second uncle's appetite was even bigger than he had imagined.

Lin Zhengyang continued, "Furthermore, I'm not the only one in the president's office with problems."

"Shen Yi is a spy planted by Zhao Guodong."

"On the surface, he was one of my men, but in reality, he was a surveillance agent planted by Zhao Guodong to monitor my every move."

"Every now and then, Shen Yi would report my work progress to Zhao Guodong."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che raised an eyebrow slightly.

The fact that Shen Yi was Zhao Guodong's informant was somewhat unexpected, but upon closer examination, it made perfect sense.

It would be strange if Zhao Guodong hadn't used some tricks to stay in the Southwest Branch for so many years.

Jiang Che was glad that he hadn't alerted the enemy, but instead chose to start from the outside and gradually figure out the situation.