Rebirth of the Official Business Route

　　 "Have you found anything useful?" My uncle Zhang Zhifei asked anxiously, "Why have you been there for such a long time?"

　　 Zhang Ke grinned, thinking: It’s easy for you to comfort Tang Xueqian’s wife and daughter? Take out the notepad, "Ye Xinming came here earlier than us. He took away the things we wanted to find, and only left this thing, which may be more important than what we originally wanted."

　　 The lights in the car did not dare to turn on, Zhang Zhifei took the notepad and turned a few pages by the dim street lights: "There is nothing useful..."

　　"Uncle knows who Zeng Jianhua is?" Zhang Ke asked him.

　　 Zhang Zhifei shook his head: "I don't recognize it."

"You don't even know who Zeng Jianhua is. How can you tell that the records in this book are all useless?" Zhang Ke took the notepad over. "A lot of things are just written for myself, so that others can understand. It will be worse..."

　　 "I don't know where you got these thoughts," Zhang Zhifei looked at his cousin Zhang Ke like a monster, "It's not like a normal child's thinking at all!"

　　 Zhang Ke smiled, got into the back seat, turned on the roof light, and his uncle drove out of the city, while he flipped through the pages of the notepad. Although it is said that many people write a lot of things in their work diaries for their own convenience, and some unremembered things, they will deliberately use lingo, but the password systems that most people can use are relatively crude, not strong in confidentiality, and easy Cracked. Turning to the tenth day or so, holding the paper in my hand, I felt a little uneven. I looked down. There was no writing there. I raised it above my head. There were traces of writing. The word prints were left. The roof light was not strong and could not be distinguished. clear.

　　 "What did you find?" My uncle Zhang Zhifei saw Zhang Ke's strange movement through the rearview mirror.

　　 "Some places have been written with a pencil and erased again with an eraser, but the mark is left, the light is too dark, and it is not clear..."

"Really?" Zhang Zhifei parked the car on the side of the road, took the notebook over, raised his head and looked at the overhead light, "Really, you guys are fine, let's go back quickly and see what is written on it. ."

I rushed to the old mansion in the southern suburbs of Dongshe County. It was almost midnight. I walked into the mourning hall located downstairs by the cousin Zhang Zhiwei. The hall was covered with curtains, flags, and statues. The uncle's body was lying behind the curtain. The spiritual bed. Grandma and two old women in the village were sitting on the futon and chatting. The cousin Zhang Zhiwei and three other night watchmen played cards in the next room. Zhang Ke did not see his father.

　　 "Where is my father?" Zhang Ke asked his cousin Zhang Zhiwei.

　　 "Your dad is a cadre in the city, how can he play a wild card like ours? I told him to go to your house and go to sleep first. Besides, there is no need for him to watch the night..."

　　 Zhang Ke's face was pale with anger, and there was a fire hidden in his chest. He thought to himself: In a few days, Tang Xueqian will be fine, let's see what face you will put on?

　　 "Brother, you are too much..." Zhang Zhifei was angry and annoyed, and didn't know what to say.

　　 Zhang Ke, uncle and Zhang Ke ran out of the mourning hall and ran into the Yuanzi, but they heard the cousin behind and asked the card friend in an inexplicable tone: "Why am I going too far?"

Zhang Ke followed his uncle and entered his yard. The lights were on on the second and third floors and went upstairs. He saw his father and cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching the video. It was an old-fashioned cassette-based video recorder. , VCD players have just come out in 1994. Due to the lack of film sources, no one in China can see the huge market prospects of VCD players. The popularity of VCD benefited from the flood of pirated VCD films on the southeast coast in 1995 and 1996, which provided sufficient sources for VCD films.

　　 "Are there any gains?" Zhang Zhixing turned his head and asked, seeing the plastic bag Zhang Ke was holding.

　　 "I thought you were playing cards, so I didn't call you," Zhang Zhifei turned his head and said to his daughter Zhang Mei, "Xiao Mei, get a pencil quickly."

　　 "It's been on vacation for half a month, who can find the pencil?" Zhang Mei murmured, seeing her father stare at her, she went to find the pencil properly. On the road, Zhang Ke found out every place with prints, a total of 21 places, blacked it out with a pencil, and the handwriting was clearly displayed.

　　 "Ginger withdraws 90,000 yuan..."

　　 "Ginger withdraws 110,000 yuan..."

　　 "Ginger withdraws three hundred and seventy thousand yuan..."

　　……

　　 "Ginger withdraws 60,000 yuan..."

Zhang Ke quickly calculated twenty-one sums totaling 4.78 million yuan, and the highest sum was 670,000 yuan. Good deed, the methods of corruption in the 1990s were really **** crude, too **** unscrupulous. Knowing to use the means of buying high and selling low to launder the money and put it in his own bag, that is, Ding Xiangshan pressed it, otherwise even if there is no such notebook, as long as someone keeps on checking it, Jiang Mingcheng can be found.

The last three sums up to 270,000, which correspond to the three sums of money Jiang Mingcheng remitted to Xu Si’s account. They were in November 1993, February 1994, and June 1994. It was Xu Si. What happened after joining Xinfeng Group was that the last three sums of money were planted on Tang Xueqian's head. Of course, the situation has not yet developed to this point. Xu Si and Jiang Mingcheng have not taken the initiative to "confess" Tang Xueqian's problem to the provincial inspection team. Judging from the time, it will be two days after tomorrow~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So Zhang Ke wants to keep these things in his heart and cannot speak out.

　　 "This'Ginger' is Jiang Mingcheng?"

Zhang Ke saw that his uncle pointed at the handwriting and asked his father, but his father picked up the phone and called home: "Xiaozhen, do you have any impression of Zeng Jianhua? Does Xinfeng Group have such a person..." For a while, the city The Bureau of Letters and Calls received reports from the management of Xinfeng Group all day long. Although the inspection team was sent several times and no results were found, the mother who worked in the Bureau of Letters and Calls of the City had an impression of the names of the managers of Xinfeng Group. After a while, I saw my father put down the phone and said, "It is the finance minister of Xinfeng Group. This Jiang should be Jiang Mingcheng. Judging from the records in this book, he took more than 4 million from the book, but there was no record purpose. ..."

　　 "Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands? Tang Xueqian doesn't seem to discover the secret in it?"

　　 "I find Zeng Jianhua, so I understand everything?" Zhang Zhixing called his wife again, "Xiaozhen, find a way to get Zeng Jianhua's address tomorrow, be careful not to let others discover..."

　　Ding Xiangshan's fall in 1999 was not due to the financial problems of the Xinfeng Group. After Tang Xueqian was imprisoned, the restructuring of the Xinfeng Group was quickly passed. The various problems that existed before the Xinfeng Group were not exposed from beginning to end. When I went to Zeng Jianhua at this time, Zhang Ke vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong. Such an important book, if it were not given to Tang Xueqian by Zeng Jianhua, then their most anxious thing at this time should be to retrieve the book. It seems that Ding Xiangshan and Ye Xinming did not seem to realize the existence of this book; if Zeng Jianhua had handed it over. For Tang Xueqian, why didn't Tang Xueqian discover the secret in the book?