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Press the remote control again.

The audio waveform on the screen began to jump.

"It was Zhou Yazhi...she found me and told me to come..."

Ah Kun's voice came from the speakers, filled with obvious fear and trembling, "She told me to travel from Hong Kong to Beijing, infiltrate Jiang Shao and his girlfriend's circle... find an opportunity to cause an accident... and give us two million after it's done..."

Upon hearing the voice and the conversation, Zhou Yazhi, who was sitting upright in her chair, suddenly froze.

The recording continues playing.

"And... she said if possible, it would be best to film some videos... like videos of your girlfriend... and post them online to embarrass the Jiang family..."

The sound from the speakers reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"That's enough!"

Zhou Yazhi jumped up from the chair, and a few strands of her carefully styled elegant hair fell down because of the sudden movement, making her distorted face look even more ferocious.

She gripped the edge of the conference table tightly, her mind buzzing.

Zhou Yazhi couldn't understand it at all. Just yesterday, Ah Kun told her that everything was going smoothly and that Jiang Che and his girlfriend had been admitted to the hospital. How could things have turned out like this?

wrong.

calm.

We can't panic yet.

"Disgrace! This is utter disgrace!"

Zhou Yazhi shrieked, "With AI technology so advanced these days, they think they can just synthesize a recording and pin this on me?"

"Jiang Che, you're a member of the Jiang family, how can you resort to such despicable methods!"

Jiang Che didn't speak, but simply crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the conference table, a smile on his face that made Zhou Yazhi's heart tremble.

Lu Ziang tapped the keyboard twice, and another set of bank transfer records popped up on the big screen.

"And what about this, Second Aunt?"

"You transferred two million US dollars from your personal account, and coincidentally, at the same time the money arrived, Ah Kun's bank account also had an additional two million US dollars."

Jiang Che sighed, feigning helplessness, "Second Aunt, you should at least put in a little more effort to disguise something like this. How could you just transfer money directly from your own account and then not even delete the transaction record afterwards?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dahe suddenly turned to look at his wife, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That stupid woman, she actually kept the transfer record after doing something like that?

Zhou Yazhi's lips trembled as she racked her brains trying to come up with a reason to defend herself, but she found that she couldn't make up anything.

She really hadn't thought that much about it, because she never imagined that Jiang Che would find out about these things.

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In her mind, Jiang Che was just a little kid who couldn't cause any trouble and there was no need to be wary of him.

That's enough.

Jiang Dahai finally spoke.

He hasn't said a word since the meeting started; he's just sat in the head seat, watching Jiang Dahe and his wife's performance with a blank expression.

The moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the entire conference room plummeted by three degrees.

Jiang Dahai's gaze slowly shifted to Jiang Dahe, who was sitting to his left, his face showing no emotion.

But Jiang Dahai's temper is just like his son's; the calmer he appears on the surface, the deeper his anger is.

"Second brother, now that all the evidence is laid out before you, what do you have to say?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dahe felt as if his spine had been removed, and he slumped back in his chair.

He wanted to explain, to say that he knew nothing about it, and to shift all the blame onto Zhou Yazhi and Zhao Guodong.

But he met Jiang Che's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.

The boy's gaze was as if he were looking at a frog nailed to an experimental table, calmly dissecting every nerve in it.

Jiang Dahe made a gurgling sound in his throat, but ultimately said nothing.

"How many chances have I given you all this time? Do you really think I was completely unaware of all those little tricks you played?"

"I didn't report you because you still have Jiang family blood. I thought of our brotherhood and didn't want to make things so cruel and ugly."

"But today, you really disappointed me."

The air in the conference room suddenly froze.

The dozen or so directors looked at each other in bewilderment. Several directors who had just been speaking up for Jiang Dahe now wished they could bury their heads in their collars.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside the conference room.

The heavy wooden door to the conference room was pushed open again.

A middle-aged police officer in a dark blue uniform walked in steadily, followed by seven or eight fully armed officers, each wearing a body camera on their chest with a flashing red indicator light.

"Which one is Zhou Yazhi?"

The middle-aged police officer looked around the conference room, his gaze finally settling on Zhou Yazhi, whose face was deathly pale.

She was the only woman in the entire house, so it must be Zhou Yazhi herself.

The middle-aged police officer then pulled a piece of paper from his briefcase under his arm, unfolded it, and held it up in front of Zhou Yazhi.

"Zhou Yazhi is suspected of embezzlement of a huge amount of money, illegal transfer of assets, and attempted assault by hiring someone to commit murder. We are now arresting you in accordance with the law. Please cooperate."

Zhou Yazhi subconsciously took two steps back, her high heels tripping over the power strip on the ground, almost causing her to fall.

Two police officers had already approached her, one of whom had removed his handcuffs from behind his waist, ready to arrest her.

"No! It wasn't me!"

Zhou Yazhi suddenly struggled like a madwoman, her elegant demeanor completely destroyed. "It's all Ye Yunjin's fault! She's the one who contacted me! She said that as long as I transferred the money, she could ruin Jiang Dahai! Go and arrest her! Go and arrest Ye..."

Jiang Dahe sat in the chair, watching his wife being handcuffed, his lips moving several times.

He ultimately said nothing.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Thirty years of painstaking management, the network of trusted confidants cultivated within Jiang Sheng Group, the hidden assets established in the southwest, and the dream of replacing the eldest brother and taking control of Jiang Sheng, all envisioned with Ye Yunjin.

Everything was ruined today.

It was ruined by his nephew, whom he had never even given a second glance.

"Mr. Jiang Dahe." The middle-aged police officer walked up to Jiang Dahe, his tone polite but firm, "Please come with us to assist in the investigation."

At the same time, Zhao Guodong was also subdued by two other police officers.

This veteran, who had been a prominent figure in the Southwest Branch for many years, was now ashen-faced, his shoulders held down by police officers, and he looked as if he had aged twenty years.

As he was being led out of the conference room, he glanced back at Lin Zhengyang.

Lin Zhengyang sat at the back of the conference table and calmly met Zhao Guodong's gaze.

Their eyes met for less than a second.

Zhao Guodong's eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment.

He always thought he had Lin Zhengyang under his control, using the 800,000 yuan and his only son's illness to firmly grasp the weakness of this subordinate.

He never expected that Jiang Che would use the name of the charity foundation to directly cover all of Lin Qiming's subsequent medical expenses.

Zhao Guodong was bribed with money, while Jiang Che was moved by loyalty and affection.

These two are not even in the same league.