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The next morning, I was awakened by the crowing of roosters. I pushed open the window, and a rush of fresh air greeted me. In the distance, the hills were bathed in golden light as the wheat fields glimmered in the morning sun.
My phone buzzed with an encrypted message from Professor Luo: " Siyuan, you’ve arrived safely, right? The most important thing now is to organize the evidence you have. Remember to be extremely careful; those people are capable of anything."
I replied simply with "Received," then began to sort through my findings from the past few days. I had specifically bought a new notebook to record all the clues and suspicions.
Uncle Yang knocked on the door and came in with breakfast, noticing me scribbling away.
"What are you thinking about so deeply?" he asked.
"Uncle Yang, I just can't understand it. Those financial tycoons are already so wealthy; why do they still need to swindle ordinary people's hard-earned money?"
Uncle Yang sat down, his gaze somewhat weary. "That's human nature. Some people will never be satisfied. After working on Wall Street for so many years, I've come to understand it. Behind those numbers lies the ugliest side of humanity—greed."
During the day, I followed Uncle Yang in farming work, but in reality, I was studying the materials I had discovered on the USB drive. At night, I used an old computer he provided to continue analyzing this financial fraud network.
After several days of research, I finally unraveled the tricks behind this scam. It resembled a meticulously crafted Russian nesting doll—glamorous on the outside but filled with layers of lies within.
The outer layer was a shiny "tech company" facade. They always flaunted trendy terms like "artificial intelligence" and "blockchain," much like the dazzling lights of a street corner designed to catch investors' eyes.
Deeper inside was a carefully arranged layer of Financial Fraud. They embellished their performance by fabricating businesses and issuing fake invoices, akin to a makeup artist transforming an ordinary face into something radiant.
At the core lay the most insidious "Funding Black Hole." Like a magician performing tricks, they funneled investors' money through layers of transfers until it vanished into offshore companies. By the time investors realized they had been duped, their money had long since disappeared without a trace.
The most terrifying aspect was the final layer, the "Umbrella of Power." Several major banks, and even some people from regulatory agencies, were involved. No wonder they could operate so freely under the regulators' noses.
Days passed one after another. On the surface, I was just a simple farm worker, diligently helping Uncle Yang with tools and tending to the crops. But when night fell and silence enveloped the farm, I would pull out those densely packed financial data, trying to find clues to the truth hidden within the maze of numbers.
It was the evening of the fifth day when I had just moved a basket of freshly picked corn into the storage. The twilight at the farm was beautiful, with distant clouds painted red by the sunset. Yet my heart was anything but calm. In recent days, there had been too little news from the outside world, which only heightened my anxiety. My instincts warned me that a storm was approaching.
Sure enough, at that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was an encrypted message from Lawyer Li: "The situation has changed. The police found so-called suspicious transaction records on your computer, claiming you used your position to engage in insider trading involving over ten million. They also discovered multiple unexplained foreign transfers in your account. The media could report this at any moment; you are now a nationwide wanted criminal."
I carefully analyzed this information. Insider trading? Foreign transfers? These were clearly fabrications. My salary card didn't even have a hundred thousand; where would I get ten million to conduct trades?
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