Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

The night wind blew in through the open villa door, making the curtains flutter.

Zhao Dehan sat on the cold marble floor.

It felt like I had survived a catastrophe.

"So close, so close, we were almost going to get a private room!" Zhao Dehan couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Dad, have some water!" Zhao Chongming handed the water glass to Zhao Dehan.

Zhao Dehan gulped down his water, and after a long while, he looked up at Zhao Chongming and asked, "What's going on?"

"Nothing much!" Zhao Chongming said with a smile, "This villa, this entire fortune, was all earned by me; it has nothing to do with you, sir!"

"I can't believe your lies!" Zhao Dehan pointed to his own nose, his voice hoarse. "Am I stupid from being an official? Do you think I don't know where this money came from?"

joke!

Zhao Dehan was quite clear about it.

How many despicable things have I done over the years?

Helping people approve projects, taking kickbacks, and receiving shares without contributing capital... For six whole years, he spent 213 million!

Not a single penny was spent; it's all hidden here.

just now……

The money is gone!

It feels like a dream.

It's fortunate that it's gone, otherwise...

Zhao Dehan felt a chill run down his spine.

I can't talk to my son like this anymore.

His eyes were red-rimmed as he stared at Zhao Chongming and asked, "Tell me the truth, kid—where did the money go? Did you touch it?"

Zhao Chongming squatted down, looked directly into his father's eyes, and said in a calm but authoritative tone, "Dad, listen carefully—pretend this never happened."

"What?" Zhao Dehan was taken aback.

From now on, remember three things:

First, you have lived an honest and upright life, riding a bicycle to work, eating noodles with garlic sauce, and never taking an extra egg from the company cafeteria.

Secondly, I studied in the United States on a full scholarship plus part-time work. You only sent me living expenses, which was two thousand dollars a month without fail.

Third, my later entrepreneurial success had absolutely nothing to do with you—you don't even know the name of my company.

Zhao Dehan opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but his son pressed down on his shoulder.

"I can't talk about the system," Zhao Chongming said in a low voice. "But if you believe me—insist on 'I didn't embezzle,' you'll live, and our family's good days are just around the corner!"

Zhao Dehan was startled.

"In the back?"

"right."

Zhao Chongming smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can still walk a little further!"

Zhao Dehan was stunned.

His biggest dream in life was simply to retire at the deputy director-general level. But this son of his dares to use a deputy provincial-level position as a stepping stone?

But looking into Zhao Chongming's calm and unwavering eyes, Zhao Dehan found that his son's words were surprisingly persuasive.

"good……"

Zhao Dehan finally nodded, his voice trembling but firm, "I didn't embezzle. Not a single penny."

"Yes, yes, that's right!" Zhao Chongming smiled. "You're so virtuous, you didn't take a single penny. Leave the rest to me!"

……

……

Meanwhile, the anti-corruption bureau of the Beijing Municipal People's Procuratorate was brightly lit.

Hou Liangping slammed the three documents on the table: "Investigate! Thoroughly investigate Zhao Chongming!"

Sitting opposite him, Chen Rui slowly unscrewed the thermos, blew on it, and then said, "Old Hou, you're in a hurry."

"How can I not be in a hurry?"

Hou Liangping paced back and forth. "We observed Zhao Dehan's villa back then. He had been depositing money into it all along, but the place was spotless, without even a scrap of paper. That doesn't make sense!"

Chen Rui took a sip of tea, his gaze calm: "There are many things that defy common sense. But when we solve cases, we don't rely on 'common sense,' we rely on evidence."

"What evidence?" Hou Liangping sat up straight. "Is it Zhao Chongming's case? Are there any problems with his academic credentials, his company, or the money transfers?"

"We've obtained his information, but it seems a bit different from what you imagined!"

Chen Rui opened the file in his hand and read it aloud, item by item:

"First, the State Administration of Foreign Exchange replied—Zhao Chongming's foreign exchange settlement of 2.41 million yuan was compliant, and the source of funds was the exit from NovaQuant equity. Attached are the Cayman Islands company registration certificate, equity transfer agreement, and tax payment certificate!"

"Secondly, the Ministry of Education's certification—his MIT master's degree is genuine; his transcript shows he majored in Financial Engineering and Computer Science, with a GPA of 3.9!"

"Third, the Housing Authority confirmed that the Rose Garden villas have clear property rights, the transaction funds came from the owner's personal account, and there was no nominee ownership or mortgage."

He closed the file, looked up at Hou Liangping, and said, "Old Hou, see for yourself!"

Hou Liangping was stunned. He snatched the documents and read them carefully.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's fake, it's definitely a forgery!"

"Forgery?" Chen Rui said helplessly, "If all of this is fake, how much power would the forger need? To be able to circumvent the foreign exchange, education, and real estate systems, and even get MIT and Stanford to cooperate in this charade?"

Hou Liangping was taken aback and stopped in his tracks.

Chen Rui continued, "Either this kid has a national-level capital group backing him, or... what he said is true."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Have you ever considered that—Zhao Dehan didn't embezzle at all? Did he really earn that money?"

"impossible!"

Hou Liangping shook his head: "I've checked Zhao Dehan's life trajectory. How could he possibly have money to send his son abroad to study? His son went abroad in 2003, when the family didn't even have 100,000 yuan in savings. Where would he get the money for his son's studies?"

"However, system records show that Zhao Chongming received a full scholarship from MIT in 2004."

Chen Rui said.

"What?" Hou Liangping was taken aback.

Chen Rui pushed up his glasses: "Moreover, he published two papers on algorithmic trading during his time at university, which were cited by Bloomberg. People like him can really make money through their skills."

Hou Liangping remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "What about TR35?"

"MIT's website has his name on it, his photo is on it, and the technical summary says 'An order flow prediction model based on wavelet transform'—neither of us can understand this stuff, but Wall Street can."

Chen Rui smiled wryly: "I asked my classmates overseas to verify this matter, and the information I received was that Zhao Chongming rejected a $50 annual salary from Goldman Sachs back then, insisting on starting his own business."

Hou Liangping walked to the window and looked at the lights in the direction of the Rose Garden in the distance.

"Chen Rui, don't you think it's too much of a coincidence? We just located the villa, and the stolen money vanished into thin air; we just questioned his academic credentials, and he produced irrefutable evidence; we wanted to arrest his father, and he immediately became a 'model of filial piety'..."

"It's such a coincidence."

Chen Rui nodded: "But we value evidence, right? His information is true and accurate. Precisely because it's true and accurate, relying on coincidence to solve a case... that doesn't follow procedure!"

After a pause, Chen Rui continued, "Listen to me, retreat first. Submit the materials back to the Supreme People's Procuratorate and apply for a technical investigation—investigate his communications, fund flows, and social network. This kind of person will leave traces as long as he lives in this world."