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

Friday afternoon.

Chen Yang was processing reports in his office when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Lao Wang.

"Chen Yang, I checked the system again on that person you investigated last time, and I found that he owns more than two properties. There are two more, not in his name, but in his wife's name. One is in the development zone, and the other is in the city center. The four properties together are worth more than 1000 million."

Chen Yang stared at the message, his fingers tightening slightly.

Four houses, with a market value of over 1000 million.

Fang Zhiqiang, an ordinary villager from Liuhe Town, owns four houses in the provincial capital.

This can no longer be explained by "irrationality".

This is irrefutable evidence—proving that a considerable portion of the 1160 million li of Liuhe Town flowed into Fang Zhiqiang's pocket.

She replied, "Thank you, Brother Wang."

Then I deleted the message.

She didn't call Dapeng immediately, nor did she forward the message to He Ying.

She wanted to investigate further, find out more, and then tell them all at once.

Fang Zhiqiang owns not only houses in the provincial capital, but also a company.

The information she had previously found mentioned that Fang Zhiqiang owned a trading company with a registered capital of 300 million yuan, and his wife was the legal representative.

But that information is from a long time ago, and may be incomplete.

Chen Yang picked up her phone and scrolled to another number—it was an acquaintance of hers in the industrial and commercial system, surnamed Li, who worked at the provincial market supervision bureau and could access the company's business registration information.

She has known Lao Li for five or six years. They don't usually keep in touch, but they occasionally send each other messages to say hello.

She had never used this relationship before.

Today, it's time to use it.

She pressed the call button.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Brother Li, is it a convenient time to talk?"

"Chen Yang? You tell me."

"Brother Li, I'd like to ask you to help me check the business registration information of a company."

"What company?"

"A company under Fang Zhiqiang's name. I'm not sure what it's called exactly; it could be a trading company, or something else."

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

"Chen Yang, why are you investigating this?"

"Brother Li, I have a friend who has a financial dispute with this company and wants to investigate their background."

Old Li paused for a moment, then said, "Wait a moment, let me take a look."

Chen Yang held his phone and waited for about five minutes.

My phone vibrated; Lao Li had sent me a message with several screenshots attached.

Fang Zhiqiang registered three companies in the provincial capital.

A trading company with a registered capital of 300 million yuan, whose legal representative is his wife, Ms. Zhao;

A decoration company with a registered capital of 200 million yuan has his wife as its legal representative.

There is also a building materials company with a registered capital of 500 million yuan, and Fang Zhiqiang himself is the legal representative.

The three companies have a combined registered capital of 1000 million yuan.

The registered addresses are all in the same office building, and are only a few door numbers different from Hongda Trading's registered address.

Chen Yang stared at the screenshots, a sudden realization dawning on him.

Fang Zhiqiang is not only Fang Zhiwen's cousin.

He was the Fang family's "front man" in the provincial capital.

These companies are all empty shells—they have no real business operations, no actual management, and are only used for bookkeeping.

She scrolled down and saw the last message Lao Li had sent—

Fang Zhiqiang's decoration company undertook a lot of business from Hongda Trading.

However, Hongda Commerce itself does not have the necessary qualifications for decoration; these tasks were subcontracted out by Hongda Commerce.

The subcontracting price differed from the original contract price by nearly 300 million.

Chen Yang's fingers stopped.

The subcontracting price differed from the original contract price by 300 million.

Where did that 300 million go?

Hongda Trading subcontracted its business to Fang Zhiqiang's decoration company, which then subcontracted it to the actual construction team.

The difference in price is the money that Fang Zhiwen and Fang Mingyuan laundered through Fang Zhiqiang.

"Brother Li, can you find out exactly where that 300 million went?"

After a few minutes, Lao Li replied: "I found it. The 300 million went into Fang Zhiqiang's decoration company's account and was then transferred to a company called 'Hongxin Consulting.' The legal representative of Hongxin Consulting is surnamed Liu, named Liu Guilan."

Liu Guilan—Chen Yang had never seen this name before.

She searched her memory but couldn't recall anything.

"Brother Li, who is Liu Guilan?"

"I checked, and Liu Guilan is Fang Zhiqiang's mother-in-law. She's a retired worker and is 67 years old this year."

Chen Yang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

A 67-year-old retired worker owns a consulting firm worth several million dollars.

This cannot be explained by "irrationality"; it is "impossible".

It is impossible for a retired worker to register a company, have a turnover of several million yuan, or undertake the business of Hongda Trading.

Unless, of course, the company is holding the shares on behalf of someone else.

On behalf of whom?

Fang Zhiqiang?

Fang Zhiwen?

Or is it Fang Mingyuan?

Chen Yang saved all the screenshots that Lao Li sent him.

She didn't delete it; instead, she saved it in an encrypted folder.

He Ying said "don't keep a copy," but she had to.

This is not ordinary information; it is evidence.

Chen Yang compiled all his findings into a document—

Fang Zhiqiang owns four properties in the provincial capital, with a market value exceeding 1000 million yuan.

Three companies, with a registered capital of 1000 million yuan;

The 300 million yuan price difference was obtained through subcontracting by the renovation company;

Liu Guilan of Hongxin Consulting Company, Fang Zhiqiang's mother-in-law, is a 67-year-old retired worker.

Each one has a source, data, and screenshots.

She read the materials three times from beginning to end to make sure nothing was missing, and then opened He Ying's WeChat.

She hesitated for a moment and didn't send it directly.

These materials are too sensitive; if they were intercepted, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She thought for a moment and sent He Ying a message: "Yingying, I found out something. It's very important. Call me back when it's convenient."

Less than a minute later, my phone vibrated.

He Ying called.

"Chen Yang, what did you find out?"

Chen Yang took a deep breath and recounted everything he had found, one by one.

Fang Zhiqiang's four houses, three companies, the subcontracting difference of the decoration company, and Liu Guilan of Hongxin Consulting Company.

She spoke slowly and carefully, making sure He Ying could hear her clearly.

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

"The Fang family's assets in the provincial capital total more than 2000 million yuan, not including those overseas."

"right."

"Is this enough for Fang Mingyuan to get in?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Yang could hear He Ying's breathing, steady and restrained.

She was controlling her emotions.

That's enough.

Holding his phone, Chen Yang finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

"Yingying, shall I send you these things?"

"Don't send it. Keep it safe and I'll arrange for someone to pick it up."

"it is good."

"Also, Chen Yang, stop investigating. What you've found is enough. Continuing to investigate is too dangerous."

Chen Yang paused for a moment.

"I know. But Yingying, if there's anything else we need to investigate, just tell me. I'm not afraid."

I know you're not afraid. But I don't need you to be afraid; I need you to be safe.

The phone hangs up.

Chen Yang put his phone on the table and leaned back in his chair.

She stared at the ceiling, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

We've found out. That's enough. Fang Mingyuan can't escape now.

The foundation that the Fang family has built over more than a decade can collapse overnight.

Those connected to the Fang family—Fang Zhiqiang's wife, Fang Zhiwen's wife, and Fang Mingyuan's family—will all be implicated.

This is not the fall of one person, but the collapse of an entire family.

Then, she sent Chen Dapeng a message: "Dapeng, I found out about Fang Zhiqiang's properties and companies in the provincial capital. The materials are ready, and He Ying said it's enough."

Chen Dapeng quickly replied: "Sis, are you still investigating?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"sister--"

"Don't worry about me. How are things on your end? Has Fang Mingyuan made any move?"

"No. He's still in the office, going to work and leaving get off work as usual every day. But Liu Zhiguo took the day off today and didn't come to work."

Chen Yang's fingers tightened slightly.

Liu Zhiguo is Fang Mingyuan's man. His sudden request for leave suggests that Fang Mingyuan may be making moves.

"Be careful. Liu Zhiguo isn't here, and you're all alone in the IT department. If someone comes looking for you—"

"Sister, I know."

Chen Yang hung up the phone.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind—it's almost over, almost finished.

……

At the same time, Lin Chen also received a message from Chen Yang.

He sat at his desk, staring at the document Chen Yang had compiled on the computer screen.

Fang Zhiqiang's four properties, three companies, the subcontracting difference of the decoration company, and Liu Guilan of Hongxin Consulting Company.

Every single point is clear and supported by evidence.

Lin Chen read the document three times from beginning to end.

He wasn't looking at the content; he was looking for loopholes.

Because of my family background, I was exposed to this from a young age.

He knew where the weakest point of this financial chain was.

It's not the source, nor the end, but those seemingly insignificant links in between.

He stared at the words "Hongxin Consulting" for a long time.

The legal representative of this company is Fang Zhiqiang's mother-in-law, a 67-year-old retired worker.

This in itself is a huge flaw.

It's impossible for a retired worker to register a company and have millions of yuan in cash flow.

The disciplinary committee only needs to investigate Liu Guilan's background to know that the company is being held on her behalf.

Who is the nominee shareholder? Fang Zhiqiang.

Who is behind Fang Zhiqiang?

Fang Zhiwen.

Who is behind Fang Zhiwen?

Fang Mingyuan.

This chain cannot be broken.

Lin Chen closed the documents and sent a message to Chen Yang: "Sister Chen, I suggest you investigate Hongxin Consulting again. This company may not only be Fang Zhiqiang's money laundering tool in the provincial capital, but may also involve people here in the provincial capital."

Chen Yang quickly replied: "Who do you suspect?"

"I'm not sure. But some of the funds from Hongxin Consulting didn't go to Fang Zhiqiang's account. I suspect this company might be laundering money for others."

"Someone else—Fang Mingyuan?"

"They might be from the provincial capital."

Chen Yang fell silent.

"Sister Chen, stop investigating for now. What you've found is enough. I'll handle the investigation in the provincial capital."

"Lin Chen, be careful."

"I know."

Lin Chen put down his phone and stared at the computer screen.

He had only been able to find out about Fang Zhiqiang's part of Hongxin Consulting's fund flow.

There was another part that he didn't check.

It's not because he can't find it, it's because he doesn't dare.

The final destination of those funds pointed to a direction he didn't want to face—the provincial capital, to an account associated with a powerful figure.

If the investigation continues, he's unsure if he can stop now.

But he knew that if he didn't investigate, even if Fang Mingyuan fell, the people behind him would still be there.

Lin Chen picked up his phone and found Song Ge's number.

I hesitated for a long time before making the call.

He can't rely on Brother Song anymore. Brother Song has already helped him twice. If he helps him a third time, Brother Song will also be dragged down.

He needs to find someone else.

My mind is racing—

In the provincial capital, who else can help him track the flow of funds?

Who else would be willing to help him investigate?

He thought for a long time and finally thought of someone—his senior from university, surnamed Zheng, who is now a partner in an accounting firm in the provincial capital.

Brother Zheng is not a government employee, but he has worked in auditing in the provincial capital for more than ten years and has connections with banks, tax authorities, and industry and commerce bureaus.

If he helps with the investigation, he might be able to find things that Lin Chen couldn't.

Lin Chen turned around and walked back to his desk, picked up his phone, and found Zheng's number.

He stared at the number, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the dial button.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Lin Chen? Long time no see."

"Senior Brother Zheng, is it convenient for us to talk?"

"you say."

Lin Chen carefully considered his words, not mentioning Fang Mingyuan or Liuhe Town, but only saying that a friend's company had been swindled in the provincial capital and he wanted to investigate the flow of funds.

Senior Brother Zheng paused for a moment, then said, "I'll ask for you," without asking any further questions.

Lin Chen sent the name of Hongxin Consulting and the time range he needed to search for.