Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Meanwhile, in the capital city.

A black Hongqi sedan drove smoothly along Chang'an Avenue. The car windows were covered with dark privacy film.

Zhong Xiaoai sat in the back row, her back ramrod straight. She had just finished an internal meeting of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

The lights were off in the carriage. Her eyes were closed, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the briefcase on her lap.

"Director, there's road construction ahead, so we'll have to detour around Yuquan Road," driver Xiao Wang reported from the front.

"Let's go." Zhong Xiaoai didn't open her eyes.

The Hongqi sedan turned a corner and drove onto a quiet street lined with tall plane trees. This street usually doesn't have many cars, and at night it's practically deserted.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed out from the green belt on the right.

"squeak--"

Xiao Wang slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched as they dragged across the asphalt.

Zhong Xiaoai leaned forward abruptly, and her briefcase fell onto the floor mat.

"What's going on!"

"Someone's stopping the car!" Xiao Wang immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, his hand already reaching for the baton at his waist. The SUV carrying the two bodyguards also braked sharply behind them.

The bright headlights illuminated the dark figure, leaving it nowhere to hide.

A filthy, ragged man stood with his arms outstretched, blocking the front of the car. His face was covered in engine oil and mud, making it unrecognizable, but he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Director Zhong! It's me, Cai Chenggong! Liangping's childhood friend! Cai Chenggong!"

Zhong Xiaoai squinted through the windshield and carefully examined the beggar-like man.

Cai Chenggong?

Of course she recognized him. Hou Liangping, her childhood friend who went into business, used to send them local specialties every holiday. But how did he end up like this? And why was he stopping her car in the middle of the night in Beijing?

"Let him come over." Zhong Xiaoai rolled down the car window.

Xiao Wang hesitated for a moment: "Director, this is too dangerous, what if..."

"I told you to let him come over," Zhong Xiaoai repeated.

Xiao Wang opened the car door, walked over, and pulled Cai Chenggong over.

Cai Chenggong leaned against the car window, and a sour, foul smell hit Zhong Xiaoai's nose. She leaned back.

"Xiao Ai! Help! If you don't take care of me, I really won't survive!" Cai Chenggong clung to the car window, tears mixed with mud and water streaming down his face, leaving two clear white streaks.

Zhong Xiaoai glanced around. Although the street was secluded, it was hard to guarantee there weren't any spies watching. What kind of behavior was it for a dignified deputy director of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to be seen arguing and pulling at a down-on-his-luck businessman on the street?

"Get in the car," Zhong Xiaoai coldly uttered.

Cai Chenggong quickly went around to the other side, opened the car door, and climbed in. He didn't dare lean against the leather seat, only daring to have half of his buttocks resting on the edge.

"Go to Yunshui Teahouse up ahead," Zhong Xiaoai instructed the driver.

Ten minutes later, in a secluded private room on the second floor of Yunshui Teahouse.

This place is Zhong Xiaoai's usual private meeting spot, and security is extremely tight. Two bodyguards are guarding the door.

Only Zhong Xiaoai and Cai Chenggong remained in the private room.

Zhong Xiaoai picked up her purple clay teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and didn't even glance at Cai Chenggong. "Tell me," she said, "why aren't you doing your job as a big boss in Handong? What are you doing here in the capital causing this mess?"

Cai Chenggong began his performance. He had rehearsed Shen Zhong's instructions hundreds of times in his mind on the way here. Now, when he spoke them, it was incredibly moving, every word dripping with emotion.

"My factory has been robbed! That bitch Gao Xiaoqin cut off my loan with the bank and swallowed up the shares of Dafeng Factory! I went to complain and petition, but no one paid any attention to me!" Cai Chenggong pounded his chest and cried uncontrollably.

"Because the one who really wants to take over Dafeng Factory's land, the one who actually used underhanded tactics to arrest Liangping, is Shen Zhong! Nobody dares to mess with him."

Zhong Xiaoai suddenly stood up.

Heavy.

These two words circled in her mind.

Seeing that the time was right, Cai Chenggong stood up, ripped open the tattered work jacket, and then forcefully tore open the shirt underneath.

Buttons popped off all over the floor.

Cai Chenggong turned around, showing his back to Zhong Xiaoai.

Under the dim light of the private room, seven or eight grotesque knife scars crisscrossed Cai Chenggong's obese back. Some of the wounds hadn't even scabbed over and were still oozing blood. The scene was extremely striking.

"Look at all this!" Cai Chenggong turned around, pointing to his back. "These are all the wounds inflicted by the assassins they sent! If I hadn't been lucky, they would have thrown me into the river to feed the fish!"

Zhong Xiaoai looked at the knife scars and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

"Who did it?"

"Shen Zhong!" Cai Chenggong called out the name. "That's the major general from the Handong Military Region! He pretends to be upright and incorruptible on the surface, but secretly he's been colluding with those corrupt officials for a long time! He's got his eye on the land at Dafeng Factory; he actually wants to embezzle that huge sum of compensation money!"

Zhong Xiaoai let out a cold laugh.

How heavy!

He acted tyrannically in Handong, forcibly seizing private enterprises and embezzling huge sums of money.

"You keep saying it's Shen Zhongqian, do you have any evidence?" Zhong Xiaoai sat back down in her chair, crossed her arms on the table, and stared intently at Cai Chenggong. "Without solid evidence, you're just asking for death for this level of accusation."

Cai Chenggong gasped for breath, frantically untying the tattered cloth wrapped around his stomach.

One floor, two floors.

The brown paper envelope, warmed by body heat, was revealed.

Cai Chenggong held the envelope in both hands, his fingers trembling. He took two steps forward on his knees, placed the envelope respectfully on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhong Xiaoai.

"Xiao Ai, this is the material I painstakingly collected. It contains detailed account statements showing Shen Zhong's involvement in money laundering at the Shanshui Group, a transcript of an internal recording of him ordering the violent demolition of the Dafeng Factory, and details of his overseas accounts where he received bribes!"

Cai Chenggong's words were made with absolute certainty.

Zhong Xiaoai's gaze was completely drawn to the envelope.

She picked up the envelope, tore it open, and pulled out the thick stack of documents inside.

At the top is a chart showing the flow of funds. The red arrow points out that the money was transferred from the Shanshui Group's account, laundered through several shell companies, and finally deposited into an offshore account marked with an overseas code. And the ultimate beneficiary of that account is Shen Zhong's name.

Turning to the second page, there was a copy of a forced demolition agreement. Although the signature was blurry, the military's official seal was still faintly discernible.

Scrolling further, the amounts in each transaction were astonishingly large. Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of dollars were transferred, all with meticulous planning and execution.

The more Zhong Xiaoai looked, the more rapid her breathing became.

This document is so meticulously prepared. The logic is rigorous, the chain of evidence is closed, and even many extremely confidential internal operating procedures are clearly written down. It would be impossible for anyone other than a core insider to obtain this information.

This is Shen Zhong's fatal weakness!

Zhong Xiaoai slammed the materials heavily on the table.

She had been struggling to find a way to deal with Shen Zhong. Military privileges and high-level confidentiality agreements acted like an iron shell, protecting Shen Zhong completely. Even a big shot like Su Zhenhai had stumbled in front of him.

But it's different now.

Once this whistleblower report, which involves massive corruption and collusion between officials and businessmen, is submitted, even if Shen Zhong has extraordinary abilities, he will have to undergo the highest level of joint investigation.

The Iron Curtain Agreement protects state secrets, not personal corruption!

Zhong Xiaoai recalled the miserable state of Hou Liangping when he was taken away, the coldness of the old man when he forced her to sign the divorce agreement, and the various taunts the Zhong family had received in Beijing circles during this period.

The culprit behind all of this is Shen Zhong.

Zhong Xiaoai wanted revenge. She wanted to ruin that arrogant major general's reputation and nail him to the pillar of shame in front of everyone.