I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

Wednesday afternoon.

Chen Yang had just finished a meeting and was sitting in his office.

She suddenly remembered Chen Dapeng.

I haven't contacted my younger brother for several days.

The last time they contacted each other, she told Dapeng that her boss had spoken to her, indirectly telling him to "not meddle in things he shouldn't."

Da Peng said to her, "Sister, be careful lately," and then never contacted her again.

She knew Dapeng was afraid she would worry, but the more he did that, the more worried she became.

Chen Yang found Chen Dapeng's number and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"sister?"

Chen Dapeng's voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with surprise.

Chen Yang rarely calls him during work hours.

"Dapeng, how have you been lately?"

"Everything's fine. Work is normal, nothing's wrong."

Chen Yang paused for a moment.

"Nothing much? I heard about Fang Zhiwen turning himself in. How's the situation on your end?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Sis, who told you that?"

"Never mind who told me."

Chen Dapeng fell silent for a moment.

"Dapeng, do you think I wouldn't know if you didn't tell me?"

"Sis—don't worry about things here, Ying-jie's here. Besides, your boss talked to you last time..."

Chen Yang interrupted him.

"You're my brother. If I don't take care of you, who will?"

Knowing he couldn't stop his sister, Chen Dapeng told her the truth.

"Sister, Fang Zhiwen has turned himself in, and Fang Mingyuan is almost at his breaking point. But we still need a little more evidence."

"What evidence?"

"Evidence directly pointing to Fang Mingyuan. Everyone knows he has problems, but no one has direct evidence."

Chen Yang remained silent for a moment.

"What can I do here in the provincial capital?"

"Sis, don't get involved. Remember the warning from last time..."

"You think I'll just stop doing it because you warn me? Da Peng, you're risking your life over there while I sit in the provincial capital waiting for news. Do you think I can do that?"

Chen Dapeng remained silent.

"Tell me, what do you need me to investigate?"

Chen Dapeng remained silent for a moment, then told Chen Yang in detail about Fang Zhiqiang's account information, the flow of funds in Hongda Commerce, and Fang Mingyuan's possible assets in the provincial capital.

Chen Yang listened and took notes in his notebook, filling an entire page.

"That's all?"

"That's all. Sis, be careful. Don't keep any copies of anything you find; delete them after you're done reading them."

"I know. Be careful over there too."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Yang put his phone on the table and stared at the information he had written in his notebook.

Fang Zhiqiang, Hongda Commerce and Trade, several companies in the provincial capital, and overseas accounts.

These names and numbers swirled in her mind like a tangled mess.

She needs to find the end of the thread.

Chen Yang picked up his phone and scrolled to a number—

She has a friend in the provincial banking system, surnamed Wang, who works in credit approval at the provincial branch. He is at a high level and has access to more information than the average person.

She has known Lao Wang for seven or eight years. They have worked together a few times, and although they are not close friends, they can talk to each other.

She pressed the call button.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Chen Yang? Long time no see."

"Brother Wang, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"you say."

Chen Yang carefully considered his words, not mentioning Fang Mingyuan or Liuhe Town, only saying that he needed to check the financial transactions of an account related to an economic dispute.

Old Wang paused for a moment, then said, "Let me take a look," without asking any further questions.

Chen Yang sent Fang Zhiqiang's account information.

After sending the message, she leaned back in her chair and stared at her phone screen.

She didn't know what Lao Wang could find out, or whether the information he found would be useful.

But she knew she had to do something for Dapeng and He Ying.

After waiting for almost an hour, Lao Wang called.

"Chen Yang, I've looked at the account you asked me to check."

"Any discoveries?"

"The amount of money is substantial, and the inflows and outflows are concentrated in a very short period. The most recent large inflow was at the end of last year, 300 million yuan. The money was transferred from a company in the provincial capital, and the legal representative of that company is named Zhao Zhiyong."

Chen Yang's fingers tightened slightly.

Zhao Zhiyong – the younger brother of Fang Zhiwen’s wife, and the legal representative of Hongda Trading.

"Brother Wang, can you trace the origin of this money further back?"

"Further ahead, it was transferred from another company."

That company's registered address is in the same office building as Zhao Zhiyong's company.

The legal representative is named Fang Zhiqiang.

Chen Yang's heart started racing.

Fang Zhiqiang – Fang Zhiwen’s cousin.

The money went from Hongda Trading to Zhao Zhiyong's company, and from Zhao Zhiyong's company to Fang Zhiqiang's account.

This line matches up.

"Brother Wang, is there any more?"

"Furthermore, the money in Fang Zhiqiang's account doesn't just go in but also doesn't come out."

There was a large expenditure, 200 million, at the beginning of last year, which was transferred to an overseas account.

The account name is in English, so it's impossible to tell whose it is.

However, after checking the transaction history of this overseas account, I found that it had financial transactions with several accounts in China.

"Is it possible to find out who owns those domestic accounts?"

"We can't find them. Those accounts belong to shell companies; the legal representatives are just figureheads, and we can't find the actual controllers."

Chen Yang remained silent for a moment.

Overseas accounts, shell companies, and nominal legal representatives—this is a typical money laundering method.

"Brother Wang, could you send me screenshots of these records?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Chen Yang, to be honest with you, I can't give you these things."

"Brother Wang—"

"It's not that I don't want to help you. It's that if you take these things and something goes wrong, we'll both be responsible. I can only let you take a look. Forget about it after you've seen it."

Chen Yang remained silent for a moment.

"Okay. When can I watch it?"

"Tomorrow morning. In my office."

"it is good."

Chen Yang hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair.

Tomorrow morning, she will be able to see those records with her own eyes.

But she can't take it away, can't take screenshots, and can't take photos.

She could only look, and rely on her memory to memorize those numbers and accounts.

……

The next morning, Chen Yang went to Lao Wang's office.

Old Wang turned the computer screen around so she could see it.

The screen displayed a chart showing the flow of funds, starting from Hongda Trading, passing through four companies, and finally entering Fang Zhiqiang's account, from where the funds were transferred overseas.

Each line has an amount, a time, and an account name.

Chen Yang stared at the picture for a long time.

She memorized every line and every number by force...

"Brother Wang, thank you."

"Don't thank me. You didn't see anything."

"I know."

Chen Yang stood up, turned around, and left.

As she walked out of the bank building, she stood at the entrance and took a deep breath.

She took out her phone and wrote down the mental diagram of the money flow in her notes app, line by line.

It's not a screenshot; it's something she wrote from memory.

After she finished writing, she stared at those few lines of text and remained silent for a long time.

She sent Lin Chen a message:

"Lin Chen, I've found some information."

The money from Hongda Trading went through four transfers before entering Fang Zhiqiang's account and then being transferred overseas.

I've drawn the fund flow chart, I'll send it to you.

After sending it, she waited for a while.

Lin Chen quickly replied: "Sister Chen Yang, are you investigating too?"

"Dapeng is my younger brother, I can't just sit here and watch. Have you found anything on your end?"

Lin Chen did not reply immediately.

About five minutes later, he sent a long message.

"Sister Chen, I checked the business registration information of Hongda Trading."

This company has a registered capital of 500 million yuan, but its paid-in capital is only 100 million yuan.

In less than six months since its establishment, it has secured an 800 million yuan building materials supply contract from the Liuhe Town Economic Development Zone.

This doesn't make sense. I checked other companies under Zhao Zhiyong's name and found that he had registered several shell companies, all with the same registered address in the same office building.

These companies have related-party transactions, but no actual business dealings.

Chen Yang stared at the message, his finger slowly sliding across the screen.

Shell company, related-party transactions, no actual business operations—this is a typical money laundering structure.

"Lin Chen, are you saying that Hongda Trading is not only an exporter of money from Liuhe Town, but also a tool for Fang Zhiwen to launder money?"

"Yes. And it's not just Fang Zhiwen."

The flow of funds in these shell companies has some connection with Fang Zhiqiang.

I suspect that other people are laundering money through these companies.

Chen Yang's fingers tightened slightly.

Who is the other person?

Fang Mingyuan?

Or are they from the provincial capital?

"Lin Chen, can you find out where those funds ultimately went?"

"I can only find information about overseas accounts. The specific account names are in English, so I can't tell who they belong to. But I can try to check the associated information of those overseas accounts."

"Be careful. Don't leave any traces."

"I know."

Chen Yang put away his phone, stood at the bank entrance, and looked at the sky over the provincial capital.

It was hazy, and the clouds were hanging low.

She suddenly remembered He Ying.

She should call He Ying and tell her all this.

Dapeng was working hard in Qingshun County, Lin Chen was checking accounts in the provincial capital, and she was using her connections in the banking system.

Everyone was helping He Ying, and He Ying was carrying the heaviest burden all by herself.

Chen Yang picked up his phone, found He Ying's number, and pressed the call button.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Yingying, it's me."

"Chen Yang?"

He Ying's voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with surprise.

"Why are you calling at this hour?"

"I found out the financial transactions in Fang Zhiqiang's account."

The money, originating from Hongda Trading, went through four transfers before entering Fang Zhiqiang's account, and then was transferred overseas.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Yingying, are you listening?"

"Yes. Please continue."

Chen Yang explained the flow of funds in detail, going into every single detail.

She mentioned several large deposits into Fang Zhiqiang's account, the English name of the overseas account, and related transactions of the shell company.

She recounted the information Lin Chen had found and shared her judgment—

Fang Mingyuan's assets in the provincial capital may be more than these.

He Ying remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

"Chen Yang, can these things of yours be considered evidence?"

"No. I saw it on a friend's computer. I didn't take a screenshot, print it, or keep a copy."

These things can only be used as clues, not as evidence.

He Ying fell silent again.

"Yingying, Lin Chen and I are continuing our investigation."

However, if a deeper investigation is needed, the provincial discipline inspection commission will have to intervene.

Our grassroots investigations can't uncover the core issues.

"I know."

"Yingying, how's it going on your end? Did Zhou Mingyuan agree?"

"No. He said there wasn't enough evidence."

Chen Yang held his phone, unsure of what to say.

Fang Zhiwen has turned himself in, Zhou Deming has submitted his materials, and the audit report has been released.

Everyone knows Fang Mingyuan has a problem, but no one can do anything about him.

"Yingying, don't worry. Lin Chen and I will continue investigating. I'll tell you as soon as we find out anything."

"Chen Yang".

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank you Dapeng. He's the one who worked the hardest."

He Ying's lips curled slightly: "I...I know..."