The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

As Zhao Jiangchuan said, the old clothes and quilts thrown all over the floor and the table cabinets that were turned over made the bedroom with only ten square meters look chaotic, and the messy appearance was like being swept by a hurricane.

The door lock on the entrance floor, which was obviously broken by violence, proved that all this was caused by the patronage of thieves.

It's just that Zhao Jiangchuan's face didn't have the panic and anger that the thieves at home should have.

The reason is quite simple, Zhao Jiangchuan was all pretending.

In order to create this thief incident, Zhao Jiangchuan had a little bit of brainstorming, and even deliberately delayed it until the end of the midterm exam in order to be more realistic.

All the reasons were a small wooden box thrown on the ground in front of him.

From the time Wang Erxi appeared in his home, Zhao Jiangchuan realized that his father was probably trapped now, in order to know how deeply Zhao Donglai was trapped.

After school at noon, Zhao Jiangchuan found this small wooden box without much effort when there was no one at home.

Zhao Jiangchuan had already seen the contents of the small wooden box, and even in order to open the small wooden box so that Zhao Donglai would not find it, he deliberately used a screwdriver to remove all the screws on the wooden box and put it back on again.

In addition to a black notebook, there are stacks of neatly arranged hundred-yuan bills, thirteen stacks, and twenty dark green bills in addition to these.

Not much, twenty dollars in one hundred dollars.

Even if Zhao Jiangchuan had expected it, he was still taken aback by what he found that day.

With 130,000 RMB in cash, those 20 US dollars are worth almost 20,000 at the current exchange rate, which means that Zhao Donglai has already embezzled 150,000.

That's 150,000.

Today, some teachers' wages are only 200 to 200 a month. The workers in the factory may be higher, but they are only 200 to 300 yuan.

Even if it is Zhao Donglai himself, it is about three hundred yuan a month.

This is still the income in the city. If it is placed in the rural areas, a person's income of 1,000 yuan per year is not a big deal.

The 150,000 yuan made Zhao Jiangchuan realize immediately that the time left for him was much less than previously estimated.

Because some things can be made up after they have been done, but some things are too late when you want to make them back.

Especially after the fall is a domestic feature. If Zhao Donglai can't be reined in before he falls deeper, then even if more money is handed over in the future, I am afraid that the outcome of being sentenced in the future cannot be avoided.

Zhao Jiangchuan knew very well that Zhao Donglai would definitely not be able to stop just by talking about it. Given the height he was at later, he was also very clear that Zhao Donglai might also be drifting with the flow involuntarily.

But Zhao Jiangchuan knew better that if it went on like this, there would be a dead end sooner or later, so he simply got a crime scene that killed two birds with one stone.

As for whether Zhao Dong will call the police for this matter, and then find out that he did it and beat him to death, the previous phone calls have already explained everything, even the bank dare not release the embezzled money, how dare you go to the police.

After checking the intentionally created crime scene again, after finding no loopholes, Zhao Jiangchuan raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It has been ten minutes since I passed Zhao Donglai before. According to the distance from the Maritime Safety Administration to my home, Zhao Donglai will be home in twenty minutes at the fastest.

There is still plenty of time.

According to the plan prepared earlier, Zhao Jiangchuan put all the money in the small wooden box into a bag he was carrying, and the heavy feeling made his heart heavy.

Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't help but thought with a wry smile: "Dad, you really think we are the Zhao family, but our Zhao is fake!"

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Dong came home.

This was ten minutes earlier than Zhao Jiangchuan's estimated time, and he was almost scared to death as he was sitting on the sofa waiting eagerly.

Fortunately, he had put the bag in which he put the money in a safe place five minutes ago. Fortunately, as soon as Zhao Donglai entered the door, he hurriedly walked in, so he didn't see the anger and worry that he had not had time to pretend.

When he was riding on the road, Zhao Donglai had been praying secretly that the small wooden box he kept secretly would not be lost, not only because of the huge sum of 150,000 in it, but also because of the unremarkable black notebook. .

If you lose the money, you can earn it again, but the black notebook will be fatal. Once the notebook falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will be a big trouble.

But things are often afraid of what will happen. When Zhao Donglai rushed into the bedroom, he was completely stunned. The appearance of the house seemed to be crossed by locusts, which made him immediately realize that it was not good.

Sure enough, the small wooden box that he had kept under the bed was gone.

After discovering that the small wooden box was lost, Zhao Donglai's face instantly turned pale and pale. Although it was heartbreaking to lose the huge sum of 150,000, what he was really afraid of was the possible consequences of that black notebook.

How could the box be lost so hidden?

What if the thief saw the contents of the notebook? What if the thief threatened him with that content? What if I get reported?

What makes Zhao Donglai dare not think deeply is that what if it was not thrown by the thief but by...

Cold sweat dripped down Zhao Donglai's forehead, and the thing he was most worried about happened.

Not long after, Huang Yajuan, who received news from Zhao Donglai, also came back. After seeing everything at home, she hurriedly asked, "Donglai, that..."

After decades of husband and wife, Zhao Donglai didn't know what Huang Yajuan was going to say. He quickly calmed down and prepared to interrupt Huang Yajuan's words.

When Zhao Donglai turned around again, his face had already returned to normal. It seemed that everything just now was an illusion. He seemed to say casually:

"Juanzi, why did you come back so quickly? Is there anything valuable at home? What are you doing running so fast?"

Zhao Donglai's implication made Huang Yajuan swallow her words immediately. She understood that her man didn't want his son to know things that he shouldn't know.

Zhao Jiangchuan also secretly admired his father's reaction. No wonder it was someone who was able to embezzle tens of millions of dollars by the director later. If this matter hadn't been planned by him, Zhao Donglai's current reaction would have given him the opportunity. cheat in the past.

"Father, why don't we call the police. When the police catch him later, they must beat him to death."

At the end, Zhao Jiangchuan added in his heart: "Dad, don't kill me in the future."

Before Zhao Donglai could speak, Huang Yajuan, who was standing beside her, turned pale with fright, and she hurriedly said, "Don't, don't call the police."

"Now that the New Year is approaching, the police force in various places is seriously insufficient. Anyway, we haven't lost anything in our family, so don't make trouble for the police comrades."

Zhao Donglai's high-sounding words made Zhao Jiangchuan roll his eyes secretly, and he couldn't help thinking.

Dad, it's not a problem to be a movie star with your acting skills, otherwise, we will not be corrupt officials in the future!

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