Fifty million a day, trapped in the county town, can't spend it all.

Jiang Qiao stood by the window on the second floor, his gaze passing through the glass and landing on the gray bread truck downstairs.

The car was parked in a very strategic spot, neither blocking the road nor being particularly conspicuous, but with a clear view of the main entrance of the building materials market. The car windows were tinted dark, so it was impossible to see how many people were inside.

If he hadn't originally infiltrated this place to collect evidence and hadn't been a keen observer of his surroundings, Jiang Qiao might not have noticed these details.

He observed for a long time, then quietly took two steps back and left the window.

He had never seen this truck before. He had a general idea of ​​the trucks that came and went in the building materials market every day. Even temporary delivery trucks wouldn't stay in the same spot for so long. But that van hadn't moved for almost two hours since morning.

Jiang Qiao's mind raced, and he sensed something different from usual.

He took his phone, walked into the restroom at the end of the corridor, and after confirming that no one was in each stall, he locked the restroom door and dialed Zhang Yang's number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Mr. Zhang."

"Jiang Qiao, what's wrong?"

There was some background noise on Zhang Yang's end.

Jiang Qiao lowered his voice: "Zhao Yongchang hasn't come to the company all morning, and his phone is switched off. We can't contact him at all."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang on the other end of the phone said, "I guess he must have received the news. I met with Young Master Liu last night and told him some of our guesses. I suppose Young Master Liu found out some information later."

"I suspect I've been exposed. There's a gray van parked downstairs here, and it hasn't moved since this morning. I'm sure it's not someone from the building materials market." Jiang Qiao paused. "Besides, I have a feeling someone is watching me."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang's tone became serious: "Are you able to leave the building materials market safely now?"

"Yes, I can go through the back door now, but I suspect there might be someone watching the back door too."

"Then observe for a while, give me an address, and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."

"it is good."

Jiang Qiao hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom. He casually returned to his workstation, glanced around, and, finding no one paying attention to him, turned and walked down the corridor towards the back of the building.

The back gate of the building materials market leads to a narrow alley. Passing through the alley leads to a residential area, from which you can get onto the main road and flag down any car.

He pushed open the back door, slipped out to the side. The alley was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. At the end of the alley was a T-junction. Turning left led to a residential area, while turning right led to the main road. Jiang Qiao quickened his pace and walked towards the alley entrance.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them. Normally, almost no one would come to this alley.

Jiang Qiao didn't turn around, but the hairs on the back of his head stood on end instantly. He quickened his pace and almost jogged towards the alley entrance. Just as he rushed out of the alley, a white van came hurtling from the side without slowing down at all.

Jiang Qiao only had time to shift his body slightly.

bang——

With a dull thud, his body was thrown off the vehicle and landed on the side of the road. The white truck did not stop or slow down at all, and crashed straight into the curb. Immediately, a puff of white smoke rose from the truck.

"Oh my god, I bumped into someone."

"There's been a car accident, call the police immediately."

......

Half an hour later, Zhang Yang was in the temporary office at Moore Department Store when Liu Chuang opened the door and came in.

"Mr. Zhang, Jiang Qiao has been in an accident. The people we sent to pick him up said that Jiang Qiao had just run out of the back gate of the building materials market and was hit by a truck at the alley entrance. He has been taken to the county hospital and is currently receiving emergency treatment."

Zhang Yang suddenly stood up: "How badly are you injured?"

"We don't know yet; our people can't get in."

"Let's go take a look."

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yang arrived at the county hospital with Liu Chuang. The people he had sent were waiting at the hospital entrance. Upon seeing them, they quickly approached and said, "Mr. Zhang, Brother Liu, I've inquired and found out that he's still in the operating room. The doctor said he has internal bleeding, but his life is not in danger."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "What happened?"

"I don't know. When I got there, the truck had also crashed into the curb." The person who was sent shook his head.

"Okay, you go back and rest first." Zhang Yang waved his hand.

"OK."

Zhang Yang transferred 10,000 yuan to Liu Chuang, asking Liu Chuang to pass it on to the person who had previously handled the matter, as a token of sympathy.

Zhang Yang walked into the hospital, found out the location of the operating room, and hurried there.

When Zhang Yang arrived at the building where Jiang Qiao had his surgery, he sat on a bench in the corridor and remained silent for a long time.

Liu Chuang sat beside him and observed for a long time: "President Zhang."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang snapped out of his daze and nodded.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed Wen Yining's number: "Jiang Qiao was hit by a truck. Could you, as a lawyer, go to the traffic management department and check the surveillance footage for me?"

"Trucks?" Wen Yining's voice was filled with doubt. "There are always a lot of trucks near the building materials market, and this matter hasn't been classified yet, so lawyers can't get involved."

"Alright, I'll think of another way."

Wen Yining paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, but I'll keep an eye on it for you too."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang dialed Liu Senran's number.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, what brings you to call me?" Liu Senran asked in surprise.

"Young Master Liu, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor," Zhang Yang sighed.

"What is it?"

Zhang Yang recounted the car accident that happened at Jiangqiao to Liu Senran and also shared his own speculations.

"Consider it a favor I owe you, Young Master Liu."

Upon hearing this, Liu Senran laughed and said, "We're all friends, it's nothing, I'll contact you later."

That evening, Zhang Yang sat on the sofa at home, watching the surveillance video sent by Liu Senran over and over again.

After hitting the person, the truck crashed straight into the curb. He looked at it several times, and no matter how he looked at it, it was just a normal traffic accident.

Because the surveillance cameras on the main road couldn't capture what was happening in the alley, no one knew what was going on there.

In the afternoon, the authorities also issued a statement that a traffic accident occurred on the back street of the building materials market, resulting in one death and one injury.

Jiang Qiao did not die, but the driver did. The official explanation was that the driver was suspected of suffering a sudden illness while driving.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang looked helpless. There was no evidence, the perpetrators were all dead, and all the speculations could not be verified.

The next day, Jiang Qiao woke up.

Zhang Yang rushed to the hospital, sat on the stool next to the hospital bed, and watched as Jiang Qiao slowly opened his eyes. Jiang Qiao's lips were chapped and his face was ashen.

"Don't move, you just had surgery." Zhang Yang pressed him down.

Jiang Qiao turned his head and stared straight at Zhang Yang, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse: "Zhao Yongchang's men... three men, chased me from the alley... It wasn't an accident, that car sped up and rushed over, it was trying to run me over."

"You should focus on recovering from your injury."

Jiang Qiao's eyes were red and tears streamed down his face: "I hate it... I spent six years getting to where I am today, and if I don't see him fall in the end, I won't be able to accept it."

"Don't worry about this. I'll arrange for someone to take care of you here." Zhang Yang stood up. "You don't need to worry either; he'll receive the punishment he deserves."

Just as Zhang Yang was about to reassure Jiang Qiao again, his WeChat suddenly beeped. He opened it and saw that Liu Senran had sent him another video, along with a message:

"This video should be helpful to you!"