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That evening, I trembled as I plugged the USB drive into my computer. Inside was a clearly structured mind map that provided a detailed comparative analysis of the public bidding information, awarded projects, major suppliers, bank statements, and even tax records of two companies over the past five years. Arrows pointed decisively to several substantial transactions with suspicious timing, marked with annotations like "suspected false contracts" and "related party transaction risks." The level of professionalism far exceeded my capabilities.
Jiang Chen, who are you really?
I suppressed the tumultuous waves of anxiety within me. Regardless of who he was, the assistance he provided was tangible.
Following the clues from the USB drive felt like I had opened up my meridians, uncovering even more concealed information. For instance, Yuan Hang's abnormal injections of capital and withdrawals around the times they won large projects coincided with several "outsourcing" projects from Pengcheng Construction.
The chain of evidence was nearly complete; all that was needed was a final push—direct written or audio-visual proof that Zhao Peng himself had instructed or participated in these dealings.
At that moment, the school organized a social practice activity to visit companies. And Pengcheng Construction was on the list!
What a stroke of luck!
I immediately signed up. Xu Weiwei became anxious when she found out: "Xi Xi! This is too dangerous! That’s Zhao Qian’s dad's company!"
"Fortune favors the bold," I reassured her with a pat.
Before departing, I received a text from Jiang Chen: "Stay safe. I've sent you the camera position map to your email. Call me if anything unexpected happens."
I opened my email to find a detailed surveillance layout of Pengcheng Construction's office area waiting for me.
This Jiang Chen… was simply unfathomable.
The visit to Pengcheng Construction felt like a meticulously orchestrated spy thriller.
The office director greeted us with a broad smile as he led the tour; Zhao Qian was also present, glaring at me with a sullen expression. Her father, Zhao Peng, was not in today.
I contained my excitement and followed the group while my eyes scanned the environment at high speed, matching it with Jiang Chen's surveillance map in my mind.
Excusing myself to go to the restroom, I broke away from the group, skillfully avoiding several key camera positions as I slipped into the corridor leading to the executive area. My heart raced in my chest.
I didn’t expect to enter Zhao Peng’s office; I just wanted to take a chance outside it—perhaps at the shredder or in a trash bin.
As I crouched near a corner, the door marked "Vice President's Office" opened beside me. Reacting quickly, I darted behind an emergency exit door.
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair emerged, speaking in a hushed tone into his phone: "...Understood... Settle that bad debt as soon as possible... Don't worry; there’s no trace back to President Zhao... Yes, arrange for a dinner next week..."
He hung up and irritably crumpled a document in his hand before tossing it into the categorized trash bin at the end of the corridor without even looking.
Once his footsteps faded away, I dared to peek out. My gaze locked onto that crumpled paper! My instincts told me it was important!
I rushed over, quickly picked up the paper ball, and stuffed it into my pocket. My heart pounded like a drum as I retraced my steps at lightning speed, blending back into the crowd of people exiting the restroom. The entire ordeal took less than three minutes, and cold sweat soaked through my back.
Back at school, I dashed into an empty restroom, locked the door, and tremblingly unfolded the crumpled paper.
It was a draft for the Engineering Fund Additional Application, clearly marked with the Project Name and a glaring Seven-Digit Amount. Most importantly, in the bottom right corner, there was an elaborate signature abbreviation: ZP! Next to it were some hasty notes: "Transfer to Yuan Hang's account next Monday, following the usual procedure."
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