Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The municipal state-owned assets supervision and administration commission's fund pool is now lit up.

The provincial branch's credit granting channel is now open.

Three policy-based bridging accounts have been activated.

The technician seemed to have been whipped, his fingers returning to the keyboard, clattering away.

"The first batch of support funds has entered the market."

"The heavy machinery factory's related supply chain has started taking orders."

"Second batch of funds prepared."

"The sell orders at the daily limit down price have been broken."

Li Dakang stood in front of the large screen, his eyes fixed on the betting odds.

A line, raised one notch.

Next, the second point.

Article 3.

The stock prices of eleven companies were forcibly lifted from the daily limit down.

The provincial branch manager stared at the screen, sweat pouring down his temples.

"Secretary Li, if we keep dumping money after this investment, we won't be able to hold out for long."

Li Dakang picked up the phone.

"Municipal State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, keep eating."

"Secretary Li, we've staked everything that's still usable in the accounts."

"Pressure".

"What if we lose money..."

"I accept the losses, but Handong cannot be thrown into chaos."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"clear."

Li Dakang then looked at the head of the Economic Crime Investigation Team.

Have you found the Haizhou Coastal Fund?

"We found out that there are seventeen corporate accounts and thirty-two related escrow accounts in Handong."

"Completely frozen."

The provincial branch manager hurriedly spoke up, "Secretary Li, freezing the fund account requires legal procedures."

Li Dakang tossed over another set of paperwork.

"Ji Changming signed the freeze order, Qi Tongwei signed the terrorism-related investigation order, and Tian Guofu's men are watching at the door. What else is needed?"

The provincial branch manager opened his mouth.

He couldn't say anything.

Li Dakang turned to look at the large screen.

"If you dare to short sell in Handong, don't even think about taking a single penny away."

Seventeen corporate accounts were locked.

Thirty-two associated escrow accounts were locked.

Before the sell orders placed by Haizhou Coastal Fund could be withdrawn, the capital return channel was cut off, and the selling pressure on the order book quickly disrupted the rhythm.

Someone in the command center couldn't help but shout.

"Secretary Li, the heavy machinery factory has turned a profit!"

No one applauded inside the room.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Dakang only glanced at it.

"Don't be too happy yet. We must hold onto all eleven companies. No one is allowed to leave their posts before the market closes today."

The provincial branch manager leaned on the edge of the table, his voice a little hoarse.

"Secretary Li, the head office will definitely hold us accountable."

Li Dakang straightened his cuffs.

"Let them come to Jingzhou and ask me."

West Mountain.

On the screen in the underground computer room, the HanDong board went from green to red, as if it had been forcibly pulled back.

The head secretary stood in front of the control panel, his black Zhongshan suit was neatly fitted, and the collar was buttoned up to the top, but the flesh on his face was taut.

The trader reported in a low voice, "Handong has disconnected from the direct risk control network and started offline lending within the province. The Haizhou coastal fund account has been completely frozen, and funds cannot be withdrawn."

The head secretary did not respond.

On the screen, the entire supply chain of the heavy machinery factory was stabilized, one by one.

He picked up the porcelain cup on the table, held it for a few seconds, and then put it back.

"Li Dakang".

He pronounced those three words very softly.

The confidential staff member next to him cautiously asked, "Should we increase the stakes?"

"Even with additional investment, the money won't go into Handong's account."

"That top-secret package on the northern route..."

The chief secretary glanced at him, and the confidential clerk immediately shut up.

The internal phone light is on red.

The chief secretary picked up the receiver, listened for a moment, and then lowered his voice.

"Li Dakang broke through the financial sector."

A very soft sound of Buddhist prayer beads came from the other end of the phone.

The chief secretary lowered his head. "I know, the final documents haven't been unearthed yet. The Haizhou fund pool has been opened, but now they lack the original evidence of the 1998 approval document."

The sound of the prayer beads stopped.

The head secretary switched the receiver to his other hand, and the composure on his face vanished.

"The person who replaced the film roll back then is still alive."

The other side didn't urge us.

But he already knew what to do.

The chief secretary turned and walked to the encrypted phone, dialing a number.

After the line was connected, he only asked one question.

"Is the street cleaner still in Haizhou?"

Someone responded in a low voice on the phone.

The head secretary's eye twitched as he looked at the red-hot Han Dong plate on the screen.

"Find the woman who replaced the film roll back then and clean it up."

……

Provincial Department Archives.

An old register lay spread out on the table, its pages yellowed and edges frayed, the four characters of Haizhou Court printed on the cover, pressed very shallowly.

Lu Yike was wearing a dark suit, with the buttons fastened all the way up, her hair tied up tightly, and a small key on her collar pressed against her collarbone. She looked as sharp and sleek as a knife just drawn from its sheath.

She pulled out Zhou Lan's file and then dragged her social security transaction history onto the screen.

After 1998, there were no further abnormalities under Zhou Lan's name.

However, her younger sister Zhou Qin's old household registration had been changed once after 2003, her social security account was suspended for seven years, and then renewed for three months under the name of a small shoe repair shop in the southern part of Jingzhou.

Lu Yike stared at the three months' worth of bank statements and tapped the table with her pen.

笃.

"Zhou Qin is still alive."

The duty officer next to him looked up and said, "Director Lu, Zhou Lan? The roster says she moved away a long time ago."

Lu Yike turned to the last page of the old roster.

Next to the name Zhou Qin, someone drew a horizontal line with blue ink, and the note was written in a very messy hand.

They moved away and lost contact.

She picked up the page of the roster and looked at it under the light.

There was a half-red stamp on the back of the paper; the ink was very faint, but the date was still there.

March 3rd.

Lu Yike closed the roster and said in a low voice, "The relocation is a pretense; the real purpose is to hide people."

The SkyNet terminal was quickly connected.

The surveillance cameras in the Nancheng shantytown were like a broken wall, with very little usable footage. Demolition barriers, street vendors, dilapidated tricycles, and people coming and going made every alleyway a chaotic mess.

Lu Yike didn't look at her face.

She pulled up the gait comparison of the bone points, put in the court family video of Zhou Qin from more than 20 years ago, and then pulled through the surveillance footage of Nancheng for the past seven days frame by frame.

The screen ran for half an hour.

At 4:16 a.m., a woman wearing a gray headscarf came out of the side gate of the vegetable market. Her left foot landed slightly lighter than her right foot, her shoulders were slightly lower, and she always walked close to the wall.

The system is locked with a red box.

The matching rate is 86%.

The duty officer asked in a low voice, "Should we notify the municipal bureau?"

Lu Yike tucked her sidearm into the holster at her waist and then fastened her jacket.

"We must not let this get out."

"Director Lu, are you going alone?"

She put her police ID into her inner pocket and picked up her car keys.

"If there are too many people, she'll run away."

Jingzhou Nancheng.

The shantytown is sandwiched between two elevated roads, with signs for demolition painted on the walls, the red paint becoming faded and discolored from being soaked in the rain.

Lu Yike's car was parked at the entrance of the alley.

When she got off the bus, it was just getting light. Rain was dripping down from the roof, and the ground was covered with mud and coal dust, making a slapping sound when she stepped on it.

She did not turn on the police lights, nor was she wearing a reflective vest.

The gun at his waist was covered by his coat, and its weight was barely noticeable when he walked.

In the alley, some people set up stoves, some collected scraps, and some children ran out with their schoolbags in their arms.

Lu Yike walked through two wooden doors and stopped in front of a shoe repair shop.

The storefront is almost falling off; only half of the character for "shoe" remains on the sign.

Inside the shop, a woman with gray hair was sewing shoes with her head down. A gray headscarf covered half of her face, and her hands were covered with calluses.

Lu Yike stood at the door.

"Zhou Qin".