Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

Zhao Ruilong fell silent, his cheeks twitching a few times:

"This game originally had a bottom line! But Gao Yuliang actually went and jumped off a building! His jump directly dragged Sha Ruijin and Hou Liangping into the mess. With Hou Liangping's collapse, the Zhong family's trump card was exposed; with the Zhong family exposed, Wang Zonghui was defeated; with Wang Zonghui defeated, the old scores in Lingang could no longer be covered up."

Zhou Zhengming nodded, summarizing it perfectly: "So Gao Yuliang's leap landed right on the lifeline of all of you."

"He's a complete madman!" Zhao Ruilong gritted his teeth.

"The madman is now lying comfortably in the hospital, eating patient meals three times a day, and when he's free, he passes on clues to the supervisory team."

Zhou Zhengming said in a calm tone, "On the contrary, it is you self-proclaimed smart chess players who are now lining up in the interview room to do your homework."

Zhao Ruilong's face turned bright red. Those words were so hurtful, yet he couldn't refute them at all.

Zhou Zhengming pushed the transcript forward: "Continue. Who are the people associated with these three lines: Luzhou Food City, Crescent Lake plot, and Shanshui Group's land business?"

Zhao Ruilong stared at the blank record sheet, quickly calculating in his mind.

Now that things have come to this point, keeping anything back is just asking for trouble.

He picked up a pen and quickly wrote down the words "Luzhou Food City".

"Luzhou Food City looks like a commercial complex, but it was actually the Zhao family's testing ground for money laundering channels in their early years. Ding Yizhen was in charge of approving the permits and handling the paperwork, Chen Qingquan was in charge of covering up the legal process, and Liu Xinjian was in charge of getting the state-owned enterprise's money out through bridging channels. As for Chen Qingquan, he was in charge of keeping an eye on things at the procuratorate, and he would crush anyone who dared to investigate."

After finishing writing, he started a new line: "The Crescent Lake plot is a 'showroom' specifically designed for agents in Beijing. The plot is not large, but the location is superb. The appraisal report can exaggerate its value, the mortgage loan can be several times higher, and it will be used directly as the underlying asset for trusts. Wang Zonghui likes this kind of project the most—clean, easy to package, and straightforward."

When they arrived at the "Shanshui Group Land Business" meeting, Zhao Ruilong looked up at the one-way glass, seemingly knowing that there must be a high-ranking leader listening behind him.

"The land owned by Shanshui Group was Gao Xiaoqin's way out for Qi Tongwei, and it was also the hard-earned money I kept for myself. She had her detailed accounts, and I had my own talisman. She hid the TF card, and I have a scanned copy of the original contract."

Zhou Zhengming's gaze sharpened: "Where is it?"

Zhao Ruilong did not respond immediately.

He knew very well that this was his last and only trump card that could be played at the table.

Handing it over might save my life.

If you keep it in your hands, you might not even be eligible to buy a coffin.

He looked down at his well-maintained hands. These hands used to sign contracts worth hundreds of millions, hold bottles of Moutai and Lafite, and pat department heads and bureau chiefs on the shoulder.

Now, these hands can only clutch a cheap ballpoint pen, writing down their way to survival.

"In Hong Kong."

Zhao Ruilong finally admitted, "It's in a safe deposit box at an old bank, registered under my ex-wife's name. I remember the password, and the key... is in the Lego playroom in my son's bedroom."

Xiao Lin paused in his notes: "Mr. Zhao, your thinking on how to hide things is quite unconventional."

Zhao Ruilong gave a wry smile: "Back then I thought I was incredibly smart, but now it seems I was just a blind box prepared for your supervisory team."

Zhou Zhengming stood up decisively: "Report this lead to Team Leader Qin immediately. You continue writing, listing out the names of all the personnel involved in these three leads, the shell companies, the project details, and the flow of funds, one by one."

Zhao Ruilong looked up, his face exhausted. "Team Leader Zhou, I've already gone this far, could you at least offer me a cigarette?"

Zhou Zhengming glanced at him and said decisively, "No."

Zhao Ruilong sighed and compromised, "Then... how about a cup of hot tea? This cold water is making my stomach hurt."

Xiao Lin stood up, picked up the thermos, and poured him a cup of hot water: "This request can be fulfilled. We uphold humanitarian principles in our investigations, but we don't offer the same service as those in a club."

Zhao Ruilong took the paper cup with both hands, looked at Xiao Lin's serious face, and muttered under his breath, "You're really annoying."

Kobayashi grinned: "Thanks for your cooperation."