Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 213 Betrayal
When he arrived at the station, the train car still had several hours to go, and Yan Hui lost his mood even when some people greeted him.

He rushed back to the company, but the door was locked. When he opened it, everything inside seemed the same, but the place was empty.

He called the third brother again, but still couldn't get through. He searched the entire company but couldn't find any invoices or ledgers.

Yan Hui then took a taxi to the processing plant and Teng's house, only to find people searching everywhere, all looking for money from Teng.

Faintly, Yan Hui also heard someone coming to collect gambling debts, which made Yan Hui feel weak all over.

He didn't know what to do, so he went back to the station, found a secluded spot, hid there, and waited for the train to arrive.

Time seemed to pass quickly or slowly, and Yan Hui didn't know whether he wanted it to pass quickly or slowly. In any case, a very, very long time passed before the train pulled into the station.

Before the train even arrived at the station, Yan Hui felt a slight vibration in the ground. Looking into the distance, he could see that almost all the cars on the train were fully loaded, carrying thirty or forty cars of goods.

Three years ago, when Yan Hui first dispatched a freight car from Yichun, he dreamed that one day, an entire train would be filled with his cargo.

Today, he
The vehicle soon arrived at the station, and Yan Hui saw some cranes approaching and starting to unload the goods. He quickly went over to ask.

After asking several people, his emotions continued to plummet from rock bottom to the depths of despair.

Those unloading goods here are all from Putian; the big bills are in their hands.

Although the large amount of money wasn't registered under their names, they still possessed the transfer agreements for it.

“These large invoices are from your company. We’ve already paid for them. Mr. Yan, you can check them when you have time.” The speaker was a man from Putian.

"You've transferred the money to the company account?" Yan Hui perked up a bit. If the money was in the company account, Lao San couldn't touch it without permission!
"The name on the receipt is Yan Wentao, so of course we'll transfer the money to him," the Putian man said casually, before directing everyone to unload the goods.

At that moment, it was as if the Earth's gravity had increased a thousandfold, pressing Yan Hui so hard he was about to fall to the ground, but he held on.

"Okay, I understand. You guys can unload now. I'm leaving first." Yan Hui dragged his heavy body away from the unloading area little by little.

At this moment, he finally had to admit that the third brother and Boss Teng had set a trap, selling off all the goods for money, and then disappeared without a trace.

Yan Hui was even more at a loss as to where to go.

Find friends, yes, find friends.
Yan Hui picked up the phone, but suddenly didn't know who to call.

Who should I call?

Could it be Su Jin? That's impossible.

He dragged himself back to the company and sat down stiffly.

At that moment, his brain was even more rigid than his body. It took him a full half hour to realize that he should call the police.

Call the police
Fearing that calling the police wouldn't solve the problem, Yan Hui walked step by step to the door, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the district government.

He had donated timber and money here. The leaders took his words seriously, told him to stay calm, and then promptly notified the public security authorities.

The police met Yan Hui in less than 10 minutes.

At this point, Yan Hui himself found it laughable. Those who have been scammed are often unwilling to admit they've been deceived, much less admit their own foolishness. They tend to try to romanticize the scammer, portraying them as clever and wise, to prove that their own intelligence is not the problem.

All of this was child's play in the eyes of the police.

If this case is a fraud case, then the amount of money involved exceeds 200 million yuan. The head of the criminal investigation team of the branch bureau attaches great importance to it and personally communicates with Yan Hui.

"Yan Hui, I suggest you stop talking nonsense. It's almost certain you've been scammed. The most important thing now is to find the person. Get us the information as soon as possible." The captain's voice was ruthless.

Yan Hui even hoped to encounter a police officer who would shirk responsibility.

For example, saying things like, "This is a civil matter, it's not a big problem," or "You can handle this yourself."
If the police said that, Yan Hui would actually feel a little better at that moment, because he could deceive himself.

But the police didn't say that. The captain ruthlessly broke down Yan Hui's psychological defenses, telling him that he must have been deceived.

"Such a big company, with so much money, why would you entrust it to an outsider? Aren't you crazy?" a young policeman said from the side.

The young policeman felt both sorry for Yan Hui and hated him. He even thought to himself, "How can such a stupid person earn 200 million?"

At this point, Yan Hui's IQ had dropped below that of a normal person. He was powerless to argue with the police and mechanically provided all the information about Boss Teng and Lao San.

At this moment, he wished he could disappear instantly, or even have never been to Jianye.

The police officer's words shattered all the confidence he had built up over the past three years.

Seemingly noticing that Yan Hui was not in a good mood, the captain comforted him, "We'll start dealing with this immediately. Don't worry. It's difficult to transfer such a large sum of money out in a short time. If we're lucky, we might be able to recover some of it."

As he spoke, the captain ordered someone to take Yan Hui's statement, and then he and his men went out.

Yan Hui stayed there until night. When he left the police station, his mind gradually returned to normal, but instead of calming down, he became violent, irritable, and refused to believe anything.

He still believed in the third brother, thinking that he wouldn't lose too much money.

When Yan Hui arrived at his lodgings that evening, he received a phone call from home.

His family was very worried when he rushed back home. His mother asked him what had happened, and Yan Hui said nothing was wrong.

"I'm a little worried about you. I hope you're doing well over there. Don't panic if anything happens." From Yan Hui's tone, his mother sensed that something was wrong.

"Don't worry, just watch what I'm capable of. When I go home for the New Year, I'll bring all the money back with me and show it to you. I'll spread it all over the bed!" Yan Hui's tone was somewhat fierce but actually weak.

Yan Hui was even less willing to talk to his parents at times like this, as they couldn't help him at all.

He started calling his friends one by one, trying to find out if they had any clues or if there was any misunderstanding.

But everyone received the same message: no one gave him any valuable information, and no one offered to help. Everyone asked Yan Hui if something had happened, and Yan Hui hung up the phone as if fleeing.

He kept making phone calls, and the only information he got was that the third brother sold the boards to people in Putian for only 700 yuan per cubic meter. This was an absolute loss-making sale, a price that no normal person would sell at, and a price that would ruin the company.

Third brother, third brother, have you really betrayed me?

(End of this chapter)