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Just as I was feeling furious about these false accusations, Professor Luo's call came in.
" Siyuan, this situation is more serious than we imagined," Professor Luo said, his tone unusually grave. "I had a friend analyze the recent trading records of Future Tech. They are heavily shorting their own stocks in the market while secretly gathering data on investors' trades. The moment you first noticed the financial issues, they likely already caught wind of it."
"So this is all a trap? They are waiting for me to jump in?" A chill ran down my spine.
"Exactly. These people are not only well-versed in finance but also possess the most advanced trading monitoring systems. Ordinary evidence won't work against them; we need to find the core evidence of the entire scam."
At that moment, I noticed an unfamiliar car parked at the entrance of the Farm. Through the gap in the curtains, I saw two men dressed in suits talking to Uncle Yang.
My heart raced. Were they police or those who wanted to silence me? Should I continue hiding or make a run for it?
Just then, my phone buzzed again. A text from an unknown number read:
"8 PM tonight, abandoned factory on the outskirts. Bring your evidence if you want to clear your name."
I stared at the message, my palms slick with cold sweat. Was this an opportunity or another trap? But I knew very well that hiding was not a solution. Perhaps it was time to take the initiative.
Taking a deep breath, I began to strategize in my mind. No matter what awaited me ahead, I had to face it. Because now, the truth was my only weapon and my only shield.
I decided to take a gamble. But before taking action, I sent Professor Luo an encrypted message. At least one person would know my whereabouts.
At 8 PM sharp, I arrived at the abandoned factory. Moonlight streamed through the broken glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground. My heart pounded like a drum, and my palms were drenched in sweat.
"You've arrived." CEO Zhang stepped out from the shadows. He looked much more haggard than before, his usually crisp suit now wrinkled.
Seeing him calmed me down. "So it was you who called me here."
To be honest, I had always been a bit curious about CEO Zhang. Since I joined the company, he had given off the impression of a typical corporate manager—sharp, worldly, and smooth. At company meetings, he always stood on stage in his impeccably tailored suit, eloquently discussing "corporate values" and "market responsibilities." Yet every time I looked into his eyes, I felt there was something hidden deep within.
Especially that day in the office when he pulled out the confession agreement; I distinctly saw a flicker of hesitation on his face. It wasn't the expression of someone who intended to ruin another's life.
"Do you remember the Han Sheng Case from 2008?" CEO Zhang suddenly asked without directly answering my previous statement. His voice carried a rasp I had never heard before.
I was taken aback; it was this case again. The sudden collapse of Han Sheng Group was an everlasting scar in the financial world, leaving hundreds of thousands of investors with nothing and causing several individuals to choose suicide. Even now, many were still discussing the truth behind that case.
"Back then..." CEO Zhang's voice trembled slightly. "I was in charge of auditing Han Sheng. We discovered many anomalies but ultimately chose to remain silent. The faces of those investors, their desperate eyes... I still see them in my dreams."
He pulled a document from his briefcase. "Over the years, I've been secretly gathering evidence. It wasn't until I saw you uncovering issues with Future Technology that I realized the opportunity had come."
"So you deliberately cooperated with them to set a trap, hoping to draw me into an investigation?" I suddenly understood.
CEO Zhang nodded. "This financial empire is intricately woven together; the surface-level financial fraud is just the tip of the iceberg. They are transferring funds globally and manipulating markets, involving many powerful figures. We need to find a breakthrough."
Just then, the sound of car engines echoed from outside. CEO Zhang's expression changed dramatically. "They've arrived early! We need to go!"
"Who?" I still hadn't grasped what was happening.
"Don't ask, just go out the back door! Remember, you can't tell anyone about the evidence, not even me." He quickly scribbled a few words on a piece of paper. "Find this person; he will help you."
I took the note, about to say something, when footsteps echoed from outside. CEO Zhang shoved me. "Go!"
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