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The disciplinary committee acted swiftly.

Two young men in business jackets sorted the documents on the desk into file folders, sealed them, and even took the pens and notebooks off the desk.

Another, slightly older cadre affixed a seal to the computer host and directed the accompanying technicians to load the host onto a trolley.

Some people were sealing the filing cabinets, while others were taking photos for record-keeping; the whole process was quiet and efficient.

Zhang Yifan stood at the corner of the stairs, and could see everything clearly through the half-open fire door.

His palms began to sweat.

The safe is in this office.

The system doesn't make mistakes in this kind of thing. Although it always treats him like a 68-year-old lonely old man and makes fun of him, the information it provides has never been wrong.

The safe must be inside the wall.

But the disciplinary committee officials clearly didn't intend to thoroughly search the office.

In their view, a school principal wouldn't be so stupid as to hide embezzled funds in his daily office. The focus of this search should be Principal Meng's home and other properties under his name. The school office was just a side trip; they would take the documents and computer and call it a day.

Sure enough, a cadre wearing a Party badge on his jacket scanned the office, said something to the person next to him, then pointed to the door and made a locking gesture.

They're going to lock the door.

Zhang Yifan quickly calculated in his mind.

Once this door is locked, who knows when it will be reopened.

The system stated that after Principal Meng was arrested, the police investigated the stolen money, but the only thing they couldn't find was this ten million yuan, indicating that a regular search simply couldn't uncover this safe embedded in the wall.

If he had to wait until many years later when the office building was demolished and rebuilt to see the light of day again, he would have already graduated and the system tasks would have expired long ago.

The safest way is to rush out and report it now, expose the safe in front of the disciplinary committee, complete the task on the spot, and receive the ten million reward immediately.

As for how to explain that he knew the location of the safe.

Just say you saw it by chance when you came to the office to report the results. Anyway, Principal Meng has already been taken away, so there's no way to verify it.

A young cadre had already placed his hand on the doorknob.

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath and, taking advantage of the moment when Fu Kai was still craning his neck to watch the Discipline Inspection Commission move the computer, darted out from behind the fire door.

"Wait a moment!"

The discipline inspection officials standing at the office door turned around in unison, their eyes instantly becoming alert.

The young cadre's hand slid off the doorknob, and he subconsciously took half a step forward to block his colleague.

The older cadre narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up the high school student in the blue and white school uniform in front of him.

Upon seeing that it was a student, the group relaxed their guard slightly, but their eyes remained cautious.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" the older cadre asked in a businesslike tone.

"I want to report something," Zhang Yifan said in a low voice, but he enunciated each word clearly. "It's about Principal Meng."

Fu Kai was dumbfounded.

He had only turned his head to glance at the computer tower on the cart, and in that short time, the little rascal had already dashed out.

Not only did he rush out, but he also blurted out, "I want to report this."

You, a high school senior, went to the disciplinary committee to report the principal you just criticized? Don't you think you've got enough trouble already?

He rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Yifan's shoulder, and, with a smile plastered on his face, said in a tone full of attempts to smooth things over:

"Don't take it seriously, leaders. The student is just kidding, he was just saying it casually, haha... This kid's been upset today, I'll take him back to class first..."

Zhang Yifan stood still, motionless.

The older cadres ignored Fu Kai's attempts to smooth things over.

He stared at Zhang Yifan for a few seconds. From the moment the boy rushed out until now, his eyes had never wavered, and his tone had never hesitated. He was different from those students who joined in the fun on impulse.

He had seen countless people speak in front of the disciplinary committee, some nervous, some flustered, and some feigning composure, but the expression on this high school student's face did not belong to any of those categories.

More importantly, the regulations for handling major cases clearly state that if a report is received on-site, it must be accepted and verified, and no one may shirk responsibility.

"Let him speak." The cadre raised his hand to stop Fu Kai's obsequious smile, his gaze returning to Zhang Yifan. "Student, what are you reporting?"

"When I came to Principal Meng's office to report on the results, I accidentally saw something."

"Principal Meng moved a decorative panel on the wall, and there was a safe inside. He panicked when he saw that I had discovered it and immediately closed the panel. I didn't dare to say anything at the time, but seeing you come to investigate him just now, I felt that I should tell you about this."

Fu Kai's smile froze completely.

He looked at Zhang Yifan, then at the disciplinary committee officials, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally managing to stammer out, "This kid doesn't usually lie..."

After he finished speaking, he himself felt that his words lacked any confidence.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Several discipline inspection officials exchanged a glance.

The older cadre closed the newly sealed file folder in his hand and gently placed it on the table: "Let him in."

The office was simply furnished, which was everyone's first impression.

A row of metal filing cabinets lined the wall, two half-dead potted green plants clung to the windowsill, and several red banners hung on the wall with large, gilded characters such as "Teaching and Nurturing People" and "Students All Over the World," most of which were gifts from a certain graduating class.

Next to the banner hung several plaques for outstanding principals and a panoramic photo of the school.

The floor is covered with old-fashioned beige tiles, and some of the corners of the tiles have cracked, showing that this office is quite old.

"You just asked where the safe is?"

The young cadre asked, his tone carrying an undisguised scrutiny.

He'd been with the company for several years and had met many whistleblowers, but this was the first time he'd been stopped at a crime scene by a high school student who had reported him.

The other cadres also stopped what they were doing and all turned their attention to Zhang Yifan.

Some people were still holding the seals in their hands, while others quietly took out notebooks from their briefcases.

Zhang Yifan stood in the middle of the office, looking around.

To be honest, he couldn't tell.

The four walls are ordinary white walls, with banners and medals hanging on them, making it look no different from any other principal's office.

The system only said that the safe was inside the wall, but it didn't say which wall it was inside.

His gaze swept from the filing cabinet to the windowsill, from the windowsill to the doorway, and then back to the wall with the banner hanging there. His mind raced through all sorts of possibilities, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

"classmate?"

The young cadre urged again, his scrutinizing tone almost overflowing from his lips.

"Did you see it or not? If you're mistaken, it's not too late to tell me now. We're handling a serious case, and we can't afford to delay."

Fu Kai was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together.

He glanced at Zhang Yifan, then at the discipline inspection officials, and had several words stuck in his throat that he wanted to say.

I want to say that this child is in the top three of the grade, I want to say that this child never lies, I want to say that this child must be under too much pressure after arguing with the principal this morning.

But all the words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back down, because he didn't have the final say; nothing he said mattered in this house.

Just then, Zhang Yifan suddenly remembered a detail.

The system mentioned it briefly when reporting on Principal Meng's downfall.

"At first, we couldn't find where he had hidden the 10 million yuan in embezzled funds. It wasn't until the high school was rebuilt and demolished that we discovered his office safe was embedded in the wall."

Just before Principal Meng was taken away, he had been peering out the window at the corner of the stairs and saw clearly that Principal Meng had taken one last look at the wall behind his desk before leaving—the wall covered with banners.

That wall, covered with plaques bearing the names of outstanding principals, is Principal Meng's proudest achievement.

Where is it safer than having your face displayed on stolen money?

What could be more ironic than a school principal who spends his days smuggling money and then pretends to be a poor, incorruptible man?

Zhang Yifan raised his hand and pointed to the wall directly in front of him, which was covered with banners, and said with certainty, "It's behind this wall."