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Time passed slowly.

Feng Kai finally raised his head.

"Mr. Chen, I don't know what you want me to explain."

Zhao Qiang's face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table: "The thirty-first account has placed orders four times in a row ahead of schedule, each time within five minutes of you getting access to the final trading list! You're telling me this is a coincidence? Are you the only one in the entire company with such a coincidence?"

"The final list isn't something only I can access," Feng Kai said with a smirk. "Researchers, traders, risk control directors, even the IT department could see it. Why should I be the only one suspected?"

"Why did you try to avoid the surveillance cameras when you left the office area to go to the restroom four times in the past few days?"

"Everyone needs to use the restroom sometimes. The company bylaws don't seem to stipulate that you need to report to use the restroom, nor do they say you can't bring your personal cell phone, right?"

Why do my orders from overseas accounts always seem to be placed during those few minutes I'm in the bathroom?

"I don't know, maybe we just happened to run into each other."

Feng Kai answered extremely quickly. He had clearly rehearsed this line countless times in his mind.

Zhao Qiang asked more than a dozen questions in a row.

Feng Kai only ever gave a few answers.

do not know.

Not sure.

It has nothing to do with him.

As for his personal cell phone, he refused to hand it over voluntarily.

"My phone contains my personal data, and I will not allow anyone to inspect it until the investigators provide official documentation."

Taichu's lawyer glanced at Chen Mo.

Feng Kai was very clear about the boundaries of the company's power.

Without the intervention of investigative authorities, Taichu could not forcibly detain and inspect his personal equipment.

Even if the company conducts an internal inquiry, he has the right to refuse to answer questions that may be detrimental to him.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Feng Kai placed his hands under the table.

Chen Mo couldn't see his movements, but he could see the sweat constantly seeping from his forehead.

He was far less composed than he appeared.

However, it is still believed that Taichu cannot yet produce evidence that can definitively prove his innocence.

A knocking sounded suddenly.

A risk control officer strode in and handed the latest information to Zhao Qiang.

The two brokerage firms involved in Taichu No. 4 have stopped accepting new trading orders.

The custodian bank required the company to submit a complete internal investigation report by midnight that day.

Three institutional investors have formally sent a letter requesting the temporary redemption of a portion of their funds.

Two other financial media outlets are inquiring about Xu Xiang's detention and the alleged early trading of Taichu No. 4.

External pressures are still increasing.

The other party did not give Taichu time to investigate slowly.

After reading the message, Zhao Qiang's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Mr. Chen, if this continues, the 4th might be completely frozen before the market opens tomorrow."

Chen Mo took the document, glanced at it, and placed it on the desktop.

He looked at Feng Kai again.

"You still don't know anything?"

"I really don't know."

Feng Kai refused to budge.

"The account may have received the information from other channels."

"It could just be that their trading strategies are similar."

"As for me leaving the office area, I was just going to the restroom."

He still managed to brush off all the problems without a second thought.

Chen Mo smiled, too lazy to say another word, and walked straight out of the conference room.

Zhao Qiang jogged out after him, his voice low and furious: "President Chen, it's definitely him! That bastard was determined to exploit this loophole!"

"I know."

"Should we just hand over the existing materials to the investigators?"

"It's no use; these materials are unlikely to get him to talk."

Chen Mo said.

Zhao Qiang lowered his voice.

"What do we do now?"

Chen Mo did not answer immediately.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, the capital city was already completely dark.

Primordial IV's access has been frozen.

Xu Xiang was taken away.

Primordial II has lost contact.

Creation has also received inquiries from overseas.

The other party proceeded step by step, clearly having prepared for a long time.

If they continue to follow the rhythm they set, Taichu can only passively wait for the investigation results.

Chen Mo returned to his office.

"Bring over Feng Kai's employment documents."

The human resources department quickly delivered a file folder.

The resume, family information, emergency contact details, proof of income, and background check information are all included.

Feng Kai is already married.

His wife's name is Zheng Yalan, and she does not have a stable job.

The couple has a fourteen-year-old son who previously attended a private middle school in Beijing.

The employment documents also included his wife's mobile phone number and home address.

Chen Mo first had someone call Zheng Yalan.

Shut down.

No one has entered or left the home address for several days.

According to records of the common areas provided by the property management, Zheng Yalan left with her son and two suitcases half a month ago and has not returned since.

"Go to the child's school."

Chen Mo closed the documents.

"Don't disturb the teacher."

"Find his close classmates and ask him where he's been lately."

Qin Feng did not hesitate and immediately went out to arrange manpower.

This time it didn't take too long.

In this world, money can solve 99% of information barriers.

Less than half an hour later, Qin Feng's subordinates sent back crucial screenshots.

It was a post on a fourteen-year-old boy's WeChat Moments, with the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, ​​Spain, in a bright sunny sky with a clear blue sky in the background.

In another photo, the boy is wearing an expensive international school uniform, with Zheng Yalan standing next to him with a big smile on her face.

The post on WeChat Moments was made twelve days ago.

The caption was only one sentence.

A new life, a new beginning.

Subsequently, the account stopped being updated.

When the message reached Taichu, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Qiang stared at the photos on his phone.

"That bastard! He sent his wife and children away a long time ago?"

"The timing is too coincidental."

Chen Mo said.

Zhao Qiang asked urgently, "President Chen, what should we do now? Spain has strict privacy laws and transnational jurisdiction. Since they're overseas, we have no way to reach them!"

"Can't reach it?"

Chen Mo chuckled, walked to his desk, and casually lit a cigarette.

A brief flash of light appeared between his fingers.

A wisp of smoke rose, blurring that overly young face.

"When people go to Spain, their money always goes with them."

"Housing, schools, vehicles, insurance—everything leaves a trace."

"Once we find out who arranged their accommodation and who paid for their living expenses, we can continue to investigate along this line."

Zhao Qiang was stunned.

"But we lack the capacity to conduct investigations in Europe."

Chen Mo did not answer.

He rummaged through his business card holder and took out a thick, white business card, placing it on the table.

Antoine de Verde.

Zhao Qiang glanced down and his eye twitched violently.

Deville.

In Europe, this surname represents a top-tier old aristocracy and financial tycoons spanning hundreds of years, with businesses spanning European energy, private banking, and military industry.

Such a personal business card is far more valuable than any title printed on paper.

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke.

"One phone call will naturally get someone to find out the truth."

Looking at Chen Mo sitting behind his desk, Zhao Qiang felt a chill for the first time.

In the past, he had always regarded Chen Mo as a young man with amazing financial talent.

Chen Mo is able to judge the market, mobilize huge amounts of funds, and make Tai Chu rise rapidly through a series of precise transactions.

But it wasn't until tonight that Zhao Qiang truly realized that financial talent was only the most easily visible part of Chen Mo.

This 18-year-old also possesses resources spanning industries, capital, and even overseas political and business networks.

The other party sent Feng Kai's wife and children to Spain, believing that they had cut off Tai Chu's investigation.

Chen Mo only needed to take out a card from his business card holder to allow the investigation to span most of Europe.

What alarmed Zhao Qiang even more was Chen Mo's attitude.

From the moment Feng Kai chose to betray Taichu, his wife and children, real estate, funds, and overseas arrangements, which he considered his escape route, all fell under Chen Mo's investigation.

"Mr. Chen."

Zhao Qiang's Adam's apple bobbed.

"What happens after we find out?"

Chen Mo flicked off his cigarette ash.

"Mr. Zhao, do I really need to be so obvious?"

Zhao Qiang fell silent.

Chen Mo said no more, picked up his encrypted phone, and dialed the private number.

The phone rang three times.

"List?"

Antoine's voice came through the receiver.

"It seems your call at this hour isn't just for greetings."

"I need you to help me find two people in Spain."

Chen Mo sent Zheng Yalan and her son their names, photos, and basic information.

"Find out where they live, who pays their bills, and who they've been in contact with recently."

"Don't alarm them, and don't hurt them. All I want is the complete funding and network of relationships."

Antoine did not ask for the reason.

"The de Vere family has friends in both Madrid and Barcelona."

Give me six hours.

The phone hangs up.

Chen Mo stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only taken a few puffs of, in the ashtray.

"Have someone keep an eye on Feng Kai."

"Don't ask him any more questions until news comes back from Spain."

"Understood." Zhao Qiang froze and nodded quickly.

As he walked out of the office, he couldn't help but look back one last time.

The lights outside the window were reflected on the glass.

Chen Mo sat alone in the shadows, flipping through all of Feng Kai's files, his face devoid of its usual gentleness.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang finally understood.

Some people have mistaken the silence of the beginning for weakness.

Some people also took Chen Mo's youth as a reason to test him at will.

But they seem to have forgotten.

A person who can control hundreds of billions of dollars in capital in just two years could never have gotten to where he is today solely through investment talent.