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

After receiving the transfer information of 250,000 yuan from Lin Meijuan, Hu Yuheng did not wait for the bank's reply as usual.

She dialed the number of an old acquaintance in the corporate banking department of the provincial capital commercial bank.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"President Ma, this is Hu Yuheng from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection. I need your assistance in checking the fund flow of an account urgently."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't ask any further questions: "Director Hu, send me the account information, and I'll have someone handle it. We should have the results by this afternoon at the earliest."

"Okay, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Yuheng sent over the company name and account number that Lin Meijuan had given him, along with a note:

"We will focus on investigating the source and destination of large inflows and outflows in the past three years' transaction records."

At 4:30 p.m., Bank Manager Ma called back.

"Director Hu, we've found it."

The account was registered under the name of a company called "Hongye Investment", and the legal representative was Zhao Mingjun.

The registered capital is only three million, but the total turnover in the past three years exceeds sixty million, with a very high frequency of transactions.

Most of the incoming payments were noted as "project cooperation fees" or "consulting service fees," while the outgoing payments were more complicated, with some going to personal accounts and others to other companies.

Hu Yuheng listened and took notes in his notebook:

"Is it possible to find out if Zhao Mingjun and Yang Xiujiang are related?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone: "Zhao Mingjun himself doesn't have any special background, but his spouse's surname is Yang. We checked, and Zhao Mingjun's wife, Yang Li, is Yang Xiujiang's distant niece."

Hu Yuheng paused his pen on the paper for a moment: "Are you sure?"

"The kinship relationship found by the public security system should be confirmed."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Yuheng wrote Zhao Mingjun's name on the whiteboard, drew a diagonal line below "Yang Xiujiang", and wrote "distant nephew-in-law" next to it.

She stared at the whiteboard for a while, then drew the funding source line of Lin Meijuan's beauty salon and Bai Jiangfei's spending record line side by side.

A line starts from the provincial capital, passes through Yangxiujiang, and flows towards Gu Huaiyuan.

Another line starts in Beijing, passes through Huarong Investment, and flows to Baijiangfei.

Two lines were drawn in the middle to form a circle, and inside the circle were the two names "Yang Xiujiang - Gu Huaiyuan".

Hu Yuheng called Chen Dapeng over:

"Compare the timelines of Bai Jiangfei's spending records with the transfer records Lin Meijuan provided."

Chen Dapeng turned on his computer, imported the two sets of data into the same spreadsheet, sorted them by time, and then placed them side by side on the screen.

He looked at it for a while and said, "Director Hu, could you come and take a look?"

Hu Yuheng walked over, bent down, and looked at the screen.

The left column of the table shows Bai Jiangfei's spending records, and the right column shows Hongye Investment's transfer records.

In the same week last September, Bai Jiangfei spent 47,000 yuan with payment from Huarong Investment.

Three days later, Hongye Investment's account transferred 200,000 yuan to another account in the same city.

Chen Dapeng pointed to the two lines: "The time difference is only three days. Although the recipients are different, they are both within the same month, and the source and destination of the two sums of money both point in the same direction—Beijing."

Hu Yuheng straightened up and remained silent for a few seconds: "Are you sure the timeline is continuous?"

"I checked twice. Bai Jiangfei's transaction was on September 12th, and Hongye Investment's transaction was on September 15th. There was a three-day gap."

Hu Yuheng walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and drew an intersection point between the two lines:

"The money from the beauty salon flowed to Yang Xiujiang's relatives, and Bai Jiangfei's money flowed to Beijing."

Yang Xiujiang and Gu Huaiyuan were in the middle, while the "old leader" was in Beijing.

The thread has been connected.

Chen Dapeng looked at the intersecting lines on the whiteboard:

"Bai Jiangfei's money came from Huarong Investment, while Lin Meijuan's beauty salon's money flowed to Hongye Investment. Huarong Investment is located in Beijing, and Hongye Investment is located in the provincial capital, but the funds from both companies ultimately flowed in the same direction."

He paused for a moment: "That direction from Beijing should be where the 'old leader' is."

Hu Yuheng didn't respond, but simply traced the lines on the whiteboard again and put the marker back in its slot.

……

That evening, after returning to his residence, Chen Dapeng sent a message to He Ying.

"Sister Ying, we've found the 250,000 yuan transfer that Lin Meijuan confessed to."

The recipient of the payment was a company called Hongye Investment, whose legal representative was Yang Xiujiang's distant nephew-in-law.

This company has had a large turnover over the past three years.

Director Hu merged this line of records with Bai Jiangfei's consumption records.

The timelines of the two companies match; three days after Bai Jiangfei's spending spree, Hongye Investment transferred a sum of money towards Beijing.

He paused for a moment, then typed another line: "Yang Xiujiang and Gu Huaiyuan are in the middle, and the 'old leader' is in Beijing. This line has been completely connected."

He Ying called soon after.

Her voice was tinged with excitement: "Does Hongye Investment have direct evidence pointing to Yang Xiujiang?"

"Currently, we only have kinship ties and financial records."

The legal representative of Hongye Investment is Yang Xiujiang's distant nephew-in-law, and the account's transaction history overlaps with the timeline of Bai Jiangfei's case.

However, we have not yet obtained any documents signed by Yang Xiujiang himself, or any records of his direct handling of matters.

He Ying paused for a moment: "That's not enough. The bank statements only show that the money went through that company, not that Yang Xiujiang was involved."

Chen Dapeng admitted, "Yes, we still lack direct evidence. Director Hu said to continue the investigation."

He Ying cautioned, "Be careful. If Yang Xiujiang gets wind of this, he might take action."

"I know."

……

Meanwhile, Yang Xiujiang sat in his study with his phone screen lit up.

I just received a message from Zhao Mingjun: "Uncle, someone came to the bank this afternoon to check my company's accounts. The people at the commercial bank said they were from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection."

Yang Xiujiang stared at that line of text for a long time without replying.

He tightened his grip on the phone slightly.

After a while, he found Gu Huaiyuan's number and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Old Gu, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is investigating Hongye Investment. Zhao Mingjun's financial records have already been checked."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, except for Gu Huaiyuan's breathing, which was heavier than usual.

After a moment, Gu Huaiyuan's voice came through: "They found out about your relationship with Zhao Mingjun?"

"They should have found it. It won't take long."

Another silence followed.

Not hearing Gu Huaiyuan's reply, Yang Xiujiang asked again, "How are your preparations going?"

This time, Gu Huaiyuan spoke up: "Still preparing."

Yang Xiujiang sensed the uncertainty in his tone, but didn't press further: "Then hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiujiang put the phone on the table.

My phone vibrated again.

He glanced down and saw a new message from an unmarked number.

He recognized the number—it belonged to Wei Yuan.

The message consisted of only one line: "Your old boss told you to cut off all the wires you can. The sooner you cut them, the longer you'll live."

Yang Xiujiang stared at the phone for a long time, then flipped it over and placed it face down on the table without replying.

He knew Wei Yuan was right—

The earlier you cut off your blood, the longer you live.

Cut off Bai Jiangfei, cut off Zhao Mingjun, and completely remove Hongye Investment from your own name.

But he also knew it was too late.

The provincial discipline inspection commission has already investigated Hongye Investment's financial records, and the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection is already in the provincial discipline inspection commission.

Every thread he cuts leaves a new mark in the process.