Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 40: Tax Evasion Through Hundreds of Millions via Yin-Yang Contracts? 47 Bullets Loaded, Sending You to Hell!

at the same time.

Yunzhou. Five-star hotel. Presidential suite.

Tangtang's phone lay quietly beside her pillow.

The screen is black.

She was already asleep.

His breathing was even, and his face was serene.

The corners of his mouth even still held that smug smile that would never disappear, even in his dreams.

She didn't know—

At this moment.

At this moment, as she drifted off to sleep.

All 22 gigabytes of data on her phone were flying across the Pacific Ocean at a speed of 100 megabytes per second.

It flows to a hard drive in a basement in Eastern Europe that she will never know about.

The owner of that hard drive was using a cold, professional, and emotionless efficiency.

She showed him the thing she least wanted anyone to see in her life.

Categorize them.

Pack and organize.

Ready to send.

1:38 a.m.

Phantom leaned back in his chair, the blue light from the screen reflecting on his face.

Over the past two hours, he has thoroughly examined those 22 gigabytes of data.

He doesn't understand Chinese.

But he has translation tools.

Moreover, some things can be understood without translation.

For example, numbers.

A memo document contains an extremely detailed record of a "dual ledger".

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The column on the left is the "Contract Amount".

The column on the right is the "Amount Received".

The difference between the two sets of numbers is outrageously large.

I roughly added "Phantom" using a calculator.

Total difference —

Converted to euros, it exceeds twenty million.

That's equivalent to several hundred million Chinese Yuan.

He doesn't need to understand China's tax laws.

He only needs to know one thing—

Two ledgers. One true, one false. The difference is hundreds of millions.

In any country, it's called by the same name.

But this is just an appetizer.

What truly made "Phantom" sit up straight were three other folders.

First folder —

It contains seventeen videos.

The image quality isn't very clear; most of the photos were taken secretly with a mobile phone in dim lighting conditions.

I watched three segments of the "Phantom" content and then closed it.

It's not because he's a virtuous person.

It's not because he's a professional.

Professionals will not be misled by the content.

He only needed to confirm one thing: were there any other people appearing in these videos besides that internet celebrity?

A face that is "valuable".

Have.

His image recognition tool matched at least two faces to publicly available information—

One of them is the vice president of a listed company.

another----

He checked it out.

He is some kind of official in a local government.

Phantom's lips twitched.

The value of this folder has just increased tenfold.

The second folder —

Their name is "Water Army".

It contains hundreds of WeChat chat screenshots.

I scanned a few images using a translation tool called "Phantom".

The gist of the conversation was: "The price is agreed upon, 50,000 yuan, and you need to get that account called 'Little Deer' deleted within seven days."

"The comments section control is all set up. We'll start the bombardment tomorrow, focusing on the angles of 'riding the coattails' and 'opportunistic behavior'."

"She has too few fans to mount a counterattack; she can only hold out for a week at most."

"What if she calls the police?"

"Why call the police? Cyberbullying isn't illegal; at most, you'll get a verbal warning. Go ahead and do it."

"What if she can't handle it?"

The last reply to the message was only three words.

"None of my business."

"Phantom" viewed these screenshots.

There was a ten-second silence.

Then he made a decision.

A decision that has nothing to do with money.

His usual practice was—

Valuable data is auctioned on the dark web.

The highest bidder wins.

This is his business. A pure exchange of interests.

But tonight—

He decided to try a different approach.

free.

Completely free.

They won't charge you a single penny.

Phantom's fingers flew across the keyboard.

He spent forty-five minutes doing the following: First, he organized the two ledgers of the "dual contracts" into a clear comparison table, with automatic translation and annotation of key figures.

Second: They extracted key segments from the four most "newsworthy" segments out of the seventeen videos and blurred them out—but only half of them were blurred.

Anyone who knows will recognize who it is at a glance.

Those who don't understand need to guess.

And speculation itself is the best fuel for spread.

Third: Arrange the 27 most shocking chat screenshots in the "water army" folder in chronological order, and label the "victims'" account names and the details of the incidents.

Fourth: He discovered from those chat logs that the name "Little Deer" appeared most frequently.

Furthermore, in the last few records, there is a conversation—

"It seems something happened to that little deer; I heard it's in the hospital."

"What illness?"

"Depression. She attempted suicide by cutting her wrists. She didn't die; her roommate found her and took her to the hospital."

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"What does that have to do with us? It's because she has a weak mentality."

"Alright. That concludes the project. When will the final payment be made?"

"Phantom" read this record.

He stared at the sentence on the screen, "It's because she has poor mental fortitude," for a long time.

Then he opened his email client.

He entered forty-seven email addresses into the recipient list in one go.

This includes—

The email address for news leads from China's six largest official media outlets.

The submission email addresses of twelve top marketing accounts.

The private email addresses of three well-known investigative journalists.

as well as-

He found a whistleblower email address belonging to a certain province in China through special channels.

one left.

The external liaison email address for Yunzhou City's cybersecurity department.

Forty-seven recipients.

An email.

A 137-megabyte compressed file.

The email body contains only one line of text.

It was written in English. I translated it into Chinese using Google Translate.

"The grammar is poor, but the meaning is clear." This woman owes her fans an explanation.

"Phantom" hovers his finger above the Enter key.

It paused for a second.

Then I pressed it.

[Sent.]

Forty-seven emails.

At the same time.

Flying to forty-seven different inboxes.

Like forty-seven bullets.

It was fired from a gun barrel in Eastern Europe.

Crossing half the globe.

Precisely and irreversibly—

It was shot at a woman who was sleeping peacefully in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

"Phantom" shut down the email client.

I stretched.

Then he did something strange.

He opened his browser.

I entered a Chinese URL—the official website of Qingyun Temple.

It was made by those four college students in room 404.

He didn't know why he had to open the website.

It might just be because while going through the woman's phone data, he saw a video she filmed at a Taoist temple that afternoon.

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The name of that Taoist temple is "Qingyun Temple".

There is a young man wearing an old Taoist robe in the picture.

It looks about the same size as him.

"Phantom" stared at the 3D model of the Taoist temple on the webpage for a few seconds.

Then I closed the page.

All screens were turned off.

The room was plunged into darkness.

He stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back a crack in the curtains.

The night sky in Eastern Europe is very clear.

The stars are very bright.

He watched for a while.

Then draw the curtains.

go to bed.

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