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

Thursday afternoon.

Chen Dapeng is compiling supplementary materials for the Australian project.

The phone rang; it was the technical department calling.

He quickly answered the call.

"Hello, this is Chen Dapeng."

Without any pleasantries, the other party got straight to the point:

"Updates available—"

A large sum of money was transferred from one of Zeng Guosheng's overseas accounts today.

The destination is a Southeast Asian country, and the amount involved is substantial.

We are tracking where these funds went.

Chen Dapeng immediately took out paper and pen and asked:

"When did this happen?"

"The transfer process was completed just two hours ago."

"Okay, I've got it."

After the phone call ended.

Chen Dapeng took the records to Chen Yuanda's office.

He knocked on the door and went inside.

"Director Chen, there's been some activity in Zeng Guosheng's account. A sum of money has just been transferred to Southeast Asia, and it's not a small amount."

Chen Yuanda took the record, glanced at it, and after a moment of contemplation, spoke:

"This is either a further transfer of assets or a change of hiding place."

Chen Dapeng nodded, but did not speak.

Chen Yuanda placed the record on the table and reminded him:

"Notify Interpol to be aware of any unusual large-scale financial flows in the area."

Chen Dapeng responded:

"Okay. I'll draft the notification for assistance in the investigation right away."

……

In the afternoon, Lin Chen called again.

Chen Dapeng answered the call.

Lin Chen skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point:

"Dapeng, I've got the agent's information."

That agent has been working locally for several years, mainly dealing with rentals for foreigners. He has a lot of listings, some of which are not registered through official channels.

My friend obtained his contact information and address through an intermediary.

The agent rented an office in an office building and usually met with clients there.

Chen Dapeng pressed further, "What was the agent's name?"

His surname is Jin, and he is a local Chinese. Everyone calls him Lao Jin.

My friend didn't get the full name, but he said the person was quite old.

I've worked in this industry for many years and am quite familiar with people in the local Chinese community.

Lin Chen paused for a moment, then added:

"If we could contact him directly, we might be able to find out which properties Zeng Guosheng had looked at through him."

But the premise is that you can't let him know you're investigating Zeng Guosheng.

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment: "Lin Chen, can you find a way to arrange a meeting with him through your friend?"

"Without mentioning Zeng Guosheng, just say that a friend wants to find accommodation locally and needs an agent's help..."

Lin Chen thought for a moment:

"You can give it a try."

I asked my friend to contact him and say that a friend of mine was looking for a house in that seaside city and asked him to recommend a few properties.

Once we make contact with him, we'll see if we can extract any information from him.

Chen Dapeng smiled:

"Thank you for your help. Please arrange it as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, just as he was about to hang up, Lin Chen teased:

"How will you thank me?"

Chen Dapeng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Do we really need to engage in such vulgar things between us?"

Lin Chen chuckled lightly: "Not vulgar... How about you treat me to dinner, and bring your county magistrate girlfriend along."

Chen Dapeng was silent for two seconds: "Okay, wait until I get back to the provincial capital..."

"It's a deal!"

After Lin Chen finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Chen Dapeng glanced at the call log and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I don't know, Ying-jie, when you'll be free... let's talk about it later."

He picked up his pen and added a stroke below the small print on the map:

"Agent information has been obtained - surname Jin, local Chinese, nicknamed Lao Jin - to be contacted."

Then, he continued organizing the materials at hand.

……

at the same time.

Sun Desheng sat in his study, several blank pages of manuscript paper spread out in front of him, a pen in his hand.

He had previously gone to the petition office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to give a statement, saying that "Zeng Zhiyuan had coordinated project approvals through him."

However, he did not specify which projects or where those projects ultimately went.

He held back at the time and didn't tell the whole story.

But since then, he has been keeping a close eye on the progress of the case.

Now that the overseas fugitive pursuit team has gone abroad, it's only a matter of time before Zeng Guosheng is caught.

"We can't wait any longer, there's no time to lose..."

He picked up his pen and wrote on the first page of the manuscript:

"Supplementary materials – details of specific projects that Zeng Zhiyuan coordinated through me during his tenure in the provincial capital."

He listed the names, dates, and amounts of money involved in each project, and then added a paragraph:

"After the aforementioned project was completed, the funds ultimately flowed to a company actually controlled by Zeng Guosheng. I did not directly profit from it, but I failed to fulfill my due diligence responsibilities during the project coordination process."

After he finished writing, he read it again to make sure nothing was missing.

Then he folded it up, put it in an envelope, grabbed a coat, and went out.

After half an hour.

He went to the petition office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection again and handed the envelope through the window.

"Comrade, I have materials to submit."

The staff member glanced at him, took the envelope, and asked, "What materials are in it?"

Sun Desheng only said four words:

"Supplementary materials."

The staff did not ask any further questions, registered the incoming mail information according to procedure, and had him sign the receipt confirmation form.

Sun Desheng bowed his head, signed the document, and then turned and left.

When he arrived at the gate, he looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him.

"I hope you won't contact me again. I've told you everything I know..."

……

In the evening, the envelope was delivered to Chen Yuanda's office desk.

He opened it, flipped through it, then pulled out one page separately and dialed Chen Dapeng's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Director Chen, what are your instructions?"

"Dapeng, come to my office, there's some new information."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, Chen Dapeng arrived at Chen Yuanda's office door and knocked twice.

"Come in!"

Chen Dapeng gently pushed open the door and walked to Chen Yuanda's desk.

"Director Chen, is there any new development?"

Chen Yuanda pushed the page in front of him: "This is supplementary material recently submitted by Sun Desheng. Take a look."

Chen Dapeng glanced down at the paper; it listed three project names and dates, followed by a note:

"After the completion of the above projects, the funds ultimately flowed to companies actually controlled by Zeng Guosheng."

Chen Dapeng recalled for a moment, then spoke:

"Director Chen, if I remember correctly, the timelines of two of these projects coincide with the time window of Zeng Guosheng's overseas account transfer."

Chen Yuanda thought for a moment and said, "Dapeng, double-check the time of that fund transfer with the project timeline that Sun Desheng gave us to make sure there are no mistakes."

Chen Dapeng nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

He took the page, returned to his office, placed the two documents on his desk, carefully checked the dates, and then smiled.

"The timing matches, now we have confirmation!"