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At 9:30 a.m. on January 13, the four major audit teams moved into Weiguang.

Fourteen people, dragging identical black suitcases, carrying laptop bags, and dressed in dark suits, walked into the Weiguang headquarters building like a set of identical chess pieces placed on a chessboard.

The receptionist glanced at them, and her hand trembled slightly as she looked down to make an internal call.

She didn't know what these people were there for, but the fact that fourteen men in suits appeared at the front desk at the same time didn't seem like they were there to discuss cooperation.

Xie Yu came down to receive it.

He was wearing his usual dark blue hoodie and sneakers, creating an inexplicable contrast with the row of suits opposite him.

"Mr. Xie, this is Fang Zhiyuan, the audit team leader."

Fang Zhiyuan was in his early forties, wore frameless glasses, and had his hair cut very short, revealing a shallow forehead wrinkle.

The handshake was performed with even pressure, neither too light nor too heavy, professional and unemotional.

"If it's convenient, let's look at the finance center first."

Xie Yu led them upstairs.

Next to the finance center is a spare meeting room. The tables and chairs are still new and have never been used formally. Now they are covered with fourteen laptops and stacks of folders.

The first thing Fang Zhiyuan said after sitting down was not a greeting, not "Thank you for your hard work," and not "We will try our best not to disturb your company's normal operations."

"Give me the transaction history of all single transactions exceeding 500 million in the last 90 days before the end of today. Also, a list of related-party transactions is due by noon tomorrow."

The finance team exchanged glances, nodded, and went to adjust the data.

Xie Yu sat beside him without saying a word, holding a pen in his hand, the cap of which was slowly spinning between his thumb and forefinger.

Fang Zhiyuan asked his assistant to open Weiguang's bank account overview.

A table appears on the screen.

The three major banks jointly granted a credit line of 500 billion yuan, with an interest rate of 3.8% and a term of three years.

The column for the amount used.

¥0.

Fang Zhiyuan's finger paused on the touchpad for a moment.

He pushed the screen away slightly, looked at the number again, and then pulled the screen back.

zero.

The credit line of 50 billion yuan has not been touched at all.

He didn't speak, but wrote a line in his notebook.

Xie Yu couldn't see what was written, only that the pen tip moved very quickly across the paper, and stopped after writing about ten characters.

What about the funds in the other accounts?

The finance manager handed over a printed document.

Fang Zhiyuan flipped through the pages quickly, but he spent a different amount of time on each page.

Some I glance at quickly, while others I look at for a couple more seconds.

When he turned to the fourth page, his eyebrows twitched slightly, not frowning, but just slightly raised.

What has been the year-over-year increase in operating expenses over the past three months?

"December saw a year-on-year increase of approximately 340%," the finance director said.

Fang Zhiyuan did not ask any further questions.

He folded a corner of the page and continued flipping through it.

........

On the third day of the audit, the core findings emerged.

Fang Zhiyuan had his team create a summary table, A3 size, and post it on the whiteboard in the meeting room.

Total amount of abnormal expenditures: approximately 5.2 million.

The details are very long.

Cloud warehouse canceled all overtime pay for employees during the Spring Festival holiday, covering 12 cities, totaling approximately 30 million yuan.

The centralized procurement of disinfection equipment, including industrial-grade disinfection sprayers, ultraviolet disinfection lamps, and disinfectant solutions, totaled approximately 80 million yuan.

Large-scale procurement of medical supplies, including disposable medical masks, N95 masks, protective suits, forehead thermometers, thermometers, disposable gloves, and medical waste bags, totaling approximately 3.4 million yuan.

Fang Zhiyuan had his team check the approval process item by item.

The results were compiled before 5 p.m. on the third day.

Each transaction has an internal approval form.

Each transaction has a corresponding signature: the person in charge, the department head, the financial reviewer, and the final approver.

The signature chain is complete, with no skipped signatures or subsequent additions.

The decision-making basis column for each entry contains the same thing.

"See Abyss Public Health Alert Report, PH-2020-001."

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the summary table and tapped his pen twice on the table.

"I need to see the original report."

Xie Yu said he would coordinate.

Twenty minutes later, Xie Yu returned, but not alone; Lin Che followed him in.

Fang Zhiyuan stood up.

He didn't stand up out of politeness, but because he had been sitting in this meeting room for three days, facing the finance team and Xie Yu every day.

Lin Che hadn't shown his face since the day he signed the contract. He thought the founder was hiding from the audit, but now he was right in front of him.

Lin Che held a bound document in his hand, with the Abyss logo and report number printed on the cover.

"Team Leader Fang."

He handed over the report.

Fang Zhiyuan took it, sat down, and opened it.

The report is about forty pages long.

The first twenty pages are the data section.

Trend chart of medical supplies search volume in Wuhan over the past month, heat map of ride-hailing order density around hospitals, analysis of abnormal fluctuations in mask sales in pharmacies, and cluster analysis of social media keywords.

Each set of data is labeled with its source, collection time, and confidence interval.

The middle ten pages are the model section.

The architecture, variable weights, and historical backtesting results of the Abyss public health early warning model.

The last ten pages contain the conclusions and recommendations.

Fang Zhiyuan read very slowly.

He's not a data professional, but numbers are his livelihood. Having looked at financial statements for over twenty years, his data sense is more acute than most people's.

The data in this report is solid; it's not the kind of fabricated data pieced together just to reach a conclusion.

He turned to the last page.

Conclusion: High risk; it is recommended to immediately activate the comprehensive emergency response plan.

Date: January 2020, 1.

He closed the report without speaking immediately.

The auditor next to him glanced at him furtively, then lowered his head and pretended to be typing on the keyboard.

Fang Zhiyuan picked up a pen and wrote a passage in his work notebook.

The characters are very small and written compactly:

"The company's AI system issued a 'high-risk' public health warning for Wuhan on January 3, 2020. Subsequent abnormal expenditures of approximately 520 million yuan were all based on this report, with a complete approval process. From a financial compliance perspective, every expenditure had a decision-making basis and a chain of signatures, and no violations were found."

I paused after finishing writing. Then I added another line:

"This level of risk control is a bit over the top. Who would activate a nationwide logistics emergency plan just because of 27 cases of pneumonia?"

He stared at that line of text for two seconds, but didn't delete it.

She looked up and glanced at Lin Che.

Lin Che sat opposite him, holding nothing in his hands, his hands crossed on the table.

His expression was calm, neither tense nor relaxed, just very even.

Like a student who knows they got a perfect score but won't show it off in front of the teacher.

However, this "student" has assets of over 400 billion yuan.

Fang Zhiyuan nodded.

"Initially, there are no problems. A detailed report will be released next week."

He closed his notebook, and the audit team began tidying up today's documents.

Lin Che stood up, shook hands with Fang Zhiyuan, and turned to leave.

Xie Yu also stood up, but didn't leave.

He stood at the conference room door, watching Lin Che's back as he walked down the corridor and pushed open the office door to go inside.

The audit team was packing up, chairs were dragging on the floor with a dull thud, someone was whispering about "which drive to store today's data on," and someone was closing the lid of a laptop.

Xie Yu turned around and walked to the end of the corridor.

The door to Lin Che's office wasn't closed properly; it was left a crack.

He stood at the door.

The door was not pushed open.

He just stood there.

You can see half of Lin Che's profile through the crack in the door.

He sat at the table, facing the computer, seemingly looking at something.

The tea on the table was still the same tea, but the tea soup was so thick it was almost black.

Xie Yu stood at the door for about ten seconds.

Then he pushed open the door.

Lin Che looked up.

"Is there anything else?"

Xie Yu hesitated for a moment.

His lips moved, as if he was chewing on a word he couldn't say.

"Chairman Lin, I have a question."

Lin Che looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"It's not about the audit."