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

At seven o'clock in the morning, two black Passats were parked outside Building B17 of Rose Garden.

Hou Liangping arrived on time with Chen Rui and two recorders.

He held two "Inquiry Notices" stamped with the official seal of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Supreme People's Procuratorate in his hand, his expression even colder than the night before.

Zhao Chongming had just returned from his run.

After being injected with the super soldier serum, Zhao Chongming discovered that his physique was terrifyingly strong.

After running around all afternoon, I didn't even know what exhaustion felt like.

After taking a shower, I felt a surge of hormones emanating from my body.

Behind him, Zhao Dehan, dressed in a faded Zhongshan suit, stood ramrod straight with his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers—an instinctive posture for older cadres facing organizational review.

After all, it's not completely over yet.

"Please come in."

Zhao Chongming stepped aside to make way, his tone calm, "The tea is ready."

The living room was temporarily set up as an interrogation room. There were two chairs, a table, and a red light flashing on a voice recorder.

Hou Liangping didn't exchange pleasantries and immediately opened the transcript: "Zhao Chongming, according to Article 97 of the national law, you are now being questioned in accordance with the law. You have the right to remain silent, but your statements must be truthful. Understand?"

"clear."

Zhao Chongming nodded: "I will fully cooperate with the anti-corruption work."

Although I don't like Hou Liangping, I really don't need to go against the law.

The questioning lasted for a full three hours.

Zhao Chongming also discovered that Hou Liangping, this little bastard, although he seemed to have achieved some success, was not entirely useless.

As the protagonist of the original work, his character design is quite impressive.

can only say……

The actor really ruined the role.

Hou Liangping's abilities are still commendable; he was well-prepared, and all his questions were like surgical incisions, precisely dissecting every possible weakness: "NovaQuant's equity structure? You said you're a co-founder, what percentage of the shares do you own?"

Zhao Chongming shrugged: "Initially it was 49%, but it was diluted to 32% after financing. The main investors were Founders Fund in Silicon Valley and a Singapore family office."

Hou Liangping continued, "Why does the foreign exchange settlement route go through the Cayman Islands, Singapore, and then into China?"

Zhao Chongming said, "When the QDII pilot program was first launched in 2006, individual overseas investments had to go through compliant channels. The Cayman Islands were used as a shareholding platform, and Singapore has a bilateral tax treaty with China, which can reduce withholding tax. This is the most standard practice now."

What is the title of your paper published at MIT?

"High-Frequency Trading via Wavelet-Based Order Flow Prediction, published on SSRN in November 2004, number 1028456."

"Why give up the equity? That's an asset worth hundreds of millions."

Zhao Chongming smiled slightly, a hint of just the right amount of helplessness in his eyes: "Prosecutor Hou, you should know—I am Chinese. In the United States, a Chinese person without a political background, no matter how technically skilled, will find it very difficult to truly control core shares."

"Sigh!" Zhao Chongming said helplessly, "The board of directors has begun to restrict my voting rights, and the risk control department has repeatedly questioned my trading model as 'too aggressive'... Rather than being sidelined, I might as well take the money, withdraw, and go back to China to do something practical."

He spoke flawlessly, with rigorous logic and data accurate to two decimal places.

Even Chen Rui couldn't help but write in his notebook: "The statement is highly professional and there are no contradictions."

But Hou Liangping frowned more and more as he listened.

so perfect.

Every answer was like a textbook, every number seemed like it had been memorized a thousand times in advance.

There was no hesitation, no emotional fluctuation, not even a filler word like "um" or "ah".

This doesn't sound like a living person recounting their personal experience; it sounds more like an AI accessing a database.

and……

This year is 2007. If you mention 2006, would you say "2006"? Generally speaking, you would mention last year.

Hou Liangping felt as if he were facing a machine, not a person.

Actually, there's nothing we can do about it.

The system supplemented Zhao Chongming's experiences, proved the correctness of Zhao Chongming's identity from various angles, and even gave Zhao Chongming related memories.

However, that's also where the problem lies.

Zhao Chongming lacks this period of experience.

When confronted with Hou Liangping's questions, he could only rely on his memory, lacking vivid experience and details.

But it doesn't matter, my answer was watertight.

You're saying it's my attitude problem?

But that's just who I am.

If Zuckerberg can act like a robot, what's wrong with me giving a straightforward answer?

I've already cooperated perfectly!

"One last question."

Hou Liangping stared at him. "What was your feeling when you first saw those two hundred million in cash?"

Zhao Chongming was taken aback, then chuckled: "Prosecutor Hou, are you mistaken? I've never seen any 200 million in cash. All my family's money is in bank accounts, and every single penny is recorded."

"Then how do you explain your father saying last night that 'the money is gone'?"

"The stress was too much, causing hallucinations."

Zhao Chongming said with concern, "He keeps having nightmares about embezzling money lately. In fact, he even turned in the shopping cards his workplace gave him."

Hou Liangping remained silent for a long time, feeling that Zhao Chongming was talking nonsense, but he was helpless and could only close the notebook.

Meanwhile, in another room, Zhao Dehan's questioning also came to an end.

He repeatedly emphasized:

Her son studied abroad on scholarships; she has never given him more than his living expenses; the villa was bought by her son, and she has only been there once; "In my entire life, I have never taken a single extra penny."

The two transcripts were cross-referenced and found to be completely identical.

At 3 PM, the verification results were summarized as follows:

The NovaQuant equity exit agreement is genuine; the MIT paper is verifiable; the foreign exchange settlement method complies with the 2006 foreign exchange policy; Zhao Dehan owns only one unit of housing allocated by his work unit, and his savings are less than 80,000 yuan.

Chen Rui handed the report to Hou Liangping and said softly, "Old Hou, the case... can't go on."

Hou Liangping stood by the window, watching Zhao Chongming's retreating figure as he saw them off—the young man was smiling and greeting the security guard, the sunlight shining on his wheat-colored skin, exuding confidence, composure, and impeccable grace.

He is not innocent.

Hou Liangping felt something was off: "It's just very strange, I can't quite put my finger on it. All the previous investigations pointed to Zhao Dehan having problems, but ironically, he's now completely innocent!"

"Without evidence, we need to rely on solid facts to handle cases!"

Chen Rui sighed: "Without evidence, we can't file a case. According to procedure, we can only suggest that the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection handle Zhao Dehan's case as a 'closed petition' case."

Hou Liangping clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

He knew he had lost.

Zhao Chongming actually made 200 million yuan.

Did I really investigate Zhao Dehan wrong?

At that moment, Zhao Chongming returned to the living room and gently patted his father's shoulder: "Dad, from today onwards, you are 'Zhao Dehan, the Honest Official'."

Zhao Dehan's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice choked with emotion: "But that money... it really was mine—".

"It's money I earned through hard work, it has nothing to do with you, old man!" Zhao Chongming corrected him, "Dad, you should think about how to better serve the people!"

Zhao Dehan: "..."