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

On Friday night, Chen Dapeng worked overtime until after 8 p.m. before returning to his residence.

He bought a bowl of instant noodles at the convenience store downstairs, went back inside, boiled some water, and started soaking the noodles.

I've been so tired these past few days.

During the day, Liu Zhiguo kept a close watch on me in the information department, so I had to be on edge every minute. When I got back to my place at night, I still had to sort out the data, and I often didn't get to sleep until one or two in the morning.

He sat down at the table, picked up the instant noodles, tore open the lid, and steam rushed out.

I took a bite, and before I could even swallow the noodles, my phone rang.

An unfamiliar number.

Chen Dapeng hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Feed?"

"Is this Mr. Chen Dapeng?" A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a businesslike tone.

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

"I'm from the courier company. You have a package in your home's parcel locker. Please pick it up as soon as possible."

"A package? Who sent it?"

"The sender's information is unclear. It should have been sent from the provincial capital. Please pick it up if it's convenient for you."

"Okay, got it."

Chen Dapeng hung up the phone, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He hasn't bought anything online recently, and no one has offered to send him anything.

It was sent from the provincial capital—was it from my sister? Or Lin Chen?

He put down his instant noodles, put on his coat, went downstairs to the express delivery locker, and opened it.

It is a medium-sized cardboard box.

Chen Dapeng took out the cardboard box, weighed it in his hand, and found it wasn't heavy; it seemed to contain a stack of paper.

He carried the cardboard box upstairs, closed the door, and placed the box on the table.

The box had no sender information, only the recipient's name and address, printed on a white shipping label.

Chen Dapeng took a pair of scissors, cut open the sealing tape, and opened the cardboard box.

Inside was a thick, bulging kraft paper envelope.

He took out the envelope, opened the seal, and poured the contents onto the table.

A stack of bank transfer records.

Chen Dapeng was stunned.

He picked up the top one and examined it carefully—

Transfer date: June 15, 2023

Transferring Account: Liuhe Town Finance Office "Other Expenditures" Special Account

Receiving account: Hongda Trading Co., Ltd.

Amount: 200 million

He picked up the second one—

Transfer date: June 20, 2023

Transferring Account: Liuhe Town Finance Office "Other Expenditures" Special Account

Receiving account: Hongda Trading Co., Ltd.

Amount: 180 million

Third photo: September 10, 2023, 1.5 million.

The fourth document: December 21, 2023, 3 million – he knew this was the one Su Wanqing received the receipt for from the Finance Bureau.

Fifth photo: January 8, 2024, 1.3 million.

Five transfer records, totaling 960 million.

It's 1110 million less than the 150 million he previously estimated, but the core part of the 810 million figure is all here.

Chen Dapeng arranged the five transfer records in chronological order and looked at them one by one, checking each transaction carefully.

Each record bears the bank's stamp, the signature of the person in charge, and the purpose of the transfer.

However, the "Purpose" field always uses the same word: "Payment for Goods".

What kind of goods?

do not know.

From whom did you buy it?

do not know.

Chen Dapeng picked up his phone, opened the search engine, and entered "Hongda Trading Co., Ltd."

The search results appeared quickly.

Company registered location: Provincial capital.

Established in 2019.

Business scope: Sales of building materials, hardware and electrical appliances, daily necessities, and agricultural and sideline products.

Registered capital: 500 million.

Legal representative: Zhao Zhiyong.

He scrolled down and found a news article from a few years ago: "Hongda Trading Co., Ltd. won the bid for the building materials supply project in Liuhe Town Economic Development Zone, with a contract amount of 800 million yuan."

Liuhe Town Economic Development Zone.

It's Liuhe Town again.

Chen Dapeng picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, help me investigate someone. The legal representative of a company in the provincial capital is named Zhao Zhiyong. Find out what kind of social connections he has."

Lin Chen quickly replied: "Investigating someone? You've switched careers to become a detective?"

"Stop being sarcastic, are you going to help or not?"

"Please help! Wait for my message."

Chen Dapeng put down his phone and stared at the five transfer records on the table.

960 million.

The money was transferred from the "Other Expenditures" account of the Liuhe Town Finance Office to "Hongda Commerce".

The legal representative of "Hongda Trading" is Zhao Zhiyong.

Who is this person?

What is her relationship with Fang Zhiwen?

What is her relationship with Fang Mingyuan?

Chen Dapeng didn't know.

But he knew that the anonymously sent material was a knife.

A knife was handed to him.

The question is—who handed it to him?

Who is helping him?

Who is helping He Ying?

Chen Dapeng picked up the stack of transfer records and photographed them one by one, each one very clearly, including the bank's stamp, the person in charge's signature, the transfer date, and the amount.

After taking the photos, he opened WeChat and sent them to He Ying one by one.

When he posted the last image, his finger paused for a moment, then he added a line of text:

"Received anonymously via courier. The money in the 'Other Expenses' account of Liuhe Town was transferred to a company called 'Hongda Trading.' The legal representative is Zhao Zhiyong."

After sending the message, he put his phone on the table and stared at the screen.

After waiting for about five minutes, my phone vibrated.

He Ying replied: "Are you sure these records are real?"

Chen Dapeng thought for a moment and replied, "The bank's stamp looks fine. But to be completely sure, I need to go to the bank to verify."

"Who is Zhao Zhiyong? Have you investigated?"

"Have a friend check it out."

The other party remained silent.

Chen Dapeng waited two minutes, then sent another message: "Who sent this document?"

He Ying replied: "I don't know. Is there any information on the delivery slip?"

"No. The sender information is blank. It was sent from the provincial capital."

He Ying fell silent again.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

Chen Dapeng stared at the screen and could see the prompt that the other party was typing flashing and then disappearing, then flashing again.

Finally, He Ying's message arrived.

"This proves one thing—there are people in Fang Mingyuan's camp who want to get rid of him."

Looking at this line of text, Chen Dapeng suddenly understood something.

This anonymous document was not sent to him.

It was sent to He Ying.

The recipient didn't know He Ying's private address, so it was sent to him instead.

Because he is He Ying's person.

The person who sent this material was either within Fang Mingyuan's or Fang Zhiwen's inner circle.

This person obtained these transaction records but instead of reporting them through official channels, chose to send them anonymously to He Ying.

This shows that this person is afraid to stand up publicly.

But this also shows that this person no longer trusts Fang Mingyuan.

Or—this person has their own agenda.

Chen Dapeng typed: "Who do you think it could be?"

He Ying replied, "I'm not sure. But the person who has access to these transfer records wouldn't be an ordinary person. They'd either be from the finance office, a bank employee, or..."

She didn't finish typing that line.

Chen Dapeng knew what she wanted to say.

It's either someone close to Fang Zhiwen.

"Keep this document with you for now. Don't show it to anyone," He Ying's message came again, "including Su Wanqing."

Chen Dapeng was stunned for a moment.

"Even Director Su won't do?"