Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

"Lu Yu, the Zhao family will remember this favor."

Zhao Zhenhong firmly grasped Lu Yu's wrists with both hands, his palms deliberately maintaining a calm temperature, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Lu Yu's eyes. "The old man is getting on in years. If it weren't for you this time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Lu Yu gently withdrew his hand, his tone still calm: "Uncle Zhao, you're too kind. I was just lucky to have learned Professor Jiang Heng's emergency acupuncture techniques."

"Your 'luck' is something most people don't have." Zhao Zhenhong's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "I've heard that Professor Jiang Heng has been living a secluded life in recent years. To be able to receive his personal instruction is an enviable opportunity for you, my nephew."

Su Wan stood to the side, her spiritual power quietly spreading out, clearly capturing the complex emotions surging in Zhao Zhenhong's heart, which made her frown slightly.

Only Zhao Lei remained oblivious to the slightest anomaly, patting Lu Yu's shoulder boastfully, "I told you my classmate was amazing! Lu Yu just gave Grandpa a few quick acupuncture needles and he was all better! You guys looked down on me before, but now you're convinced, aren't you?" He grinned innocently, completely unaware of the subtle shift in the atmosphere around him.

Guests surrounded the couple, showering them with compliments, exchanging business cards and contact information, creating a lively atmosphere in the banquet hall.

Just then, a deliberately amplified series of footsteps came from the direction of the manor gate, accompanied by a waiter's flustered cries of protest: "Mr. Zhou! It's the Zhao family patriarch's birthday banquet, you don't have an invitation..."

"Get out of the way."

A cold voice rang out, carrying an unyielding arrogance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man wearing a bespoke suit and a limited-edition watch swaggering in, surrounded by four bodyguards in black.

He is Zhou Jingming, the son of the Zhou Group, and the Zhao Group's arch-rival in the cross-border logistics field. He is known for his ruthless methods and domineering style.

Zhou Jingming toyed with a black folder in his hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Zhao Zhenhong: "President Zhao, it's the old man's 80th birthday. How could such a lively occasion be complete without me, his 'old friend,' bringing a 'generous gift'?"

"Young Master Zhou is too kind. There's no need for you to make a special trip to the Zhao family's banquet." Zhao Zhenhong's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable distance. "If you're genuinely here to offer your birthday wishes, I appreciate it; but if you're here to cause trouble, please have some self-respect and don't spoil the old man's enjoyment."

"Making trouble?" Zhou Jingming scoffed, slamming the folder heavily on the central table. "I'm here to deliver a 'big gift'."

He gestured for his bodyguard to open the folder, took out a thick stack of documents, and waved them around: "This is Zhao's Logistics' customs declaration records, port surveillance screenshots, and detailed financial statements for the past year. Mr. Zhao, can you honestly say these are all clean?"

The documents were laid out one by one. At the top was a customs declaration form. The port surveillance screenshots attached showed that the size and weight of the container were obviously inconsistent with the customs declaration information. There were even photos of suspicious dark viscous substances seeping out of the container when it was being unloaded.

The bank statement next to it shows multiple large sums of money flowing to shell companies overseas, with vague account information, clearly indicating a deliberate attempt to evade regulation.

Even more damaging was the recording on the voice recorder, which contained a conversation between the vice president of Zhao's Logistics and others, clearly mentioning terms such as "gray market routes," "special goods," "avoiding customs inspections," and "settlement by weight."

"Three months ago, you so carefully transported your so-called 'special goods' via a Southeast Asian express line, declaring them through your Zhao's Biotechnology Company. But the leaked items captured on surveillance footage don't match the declared contents," Zhou Jingming pressed, his voice suddenly rising. "I had a professional agency test them, and the composition seems somewhat like synthetic drugs. As for 'settlement by gram,' besides drugs and prohibited psychotropic substances, Mr. Zhao, could you tell me what other 'special goods' require such pricing?"

His words were clear and logical, with a tightly linked chain of evidence, instantly causing an uproar in the banquet hall. The guests whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with shock and apprehension as they looked at Zhao Zhenhong.

Drug smuggling is a serious crime. If proven, the Zhao Group will not only face bankruptcy and liquidation, but those involved will also bear criminal responsibility. Several collateral relatives within the Zhao family even showed schadenfreude, clearly eager to see Zhao Zhenhong embarrass himself.

The deputy general manager of Zhao's Logistics, who was in the distance, was so frightened that he trembled all over and subconsciously shrank back, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

Zhao Zhenhong's face instantly darkened. Zhou Jingming's accusations had precisely struck at his weak spot. While those "special goods" weren't drugs, they were certainly not something that could be brought to light. He couldn't admit it, so he could only bite the bullet and retort: ​​"Young Master Zhou, you can't just say whatever you want. What you're saying is merely speculation. This batch of goods is a nerve repair reagent developed in collaboration between Zhao's Biotechnology and a top European medical center. It's under commercial confidentiality, so not all the information has been released. The viscous substance in the surveillance footage is a biological preservative used for cryogenic transportation. Its composition is special, but it's absolutely legal. 'Settlement by the gram' is because the reagent has a purity of 99.8%, and the value per gram is comparable to gold, which is not uncommon in the high-end biological field."

His explanation seemed impeccable, but his tone carried a subtle hint of panic.

This level of scientific reagents doesn't need to go through any "gray areas"—that's just a way to fool laymen.

Although the Zhao family rose rapidly, their foundation was ultimately inferior to that of the Zhou family. Even though he knew that the information the other party had might not be true, and that his own family's real accounting information wouldn't be so easily obtained, he was afraid that making a big fuss would attract the attention of the Shouzhen Bureau!

He stared intently at Zhou Jingming, his tone turning cold: "The two billion 'investment funds' that your Zhou family transferred out of the Virgin Islands last quarter have neither corresponding overseas project filings nor records of fund repatriation. Should I ask a friend at the tax bureau to help you trace the flow of funds?"

"Don't change the subject!"

Zhou Jingming's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting Zhao Zhenhong's sudden counterattack, but he quickly regained his arrogance: "Don't change the subject!" He took out his phone and opened a video. The video showed Zhao's Logistics' core technician, wearing a work badge, copying data from the internal system. "This is your logistics department's core technician, who has already surrendered to me. This data is raw data he exported from the internal system, including unreported transportation routes and encrypted contact information for private intermediaries. It can withstand verification by any organization. This batch of goods is labeled 'Neurogen Inhibitor A' in the system, and there are absolutely no compliant quality inspection reports or import permits!"

Zhao Zhenhong's pupils suddenly contracted. Almost no one knew what the actual goods he was transporting were; they all assumed they were some high-profit and prohibited "psychotropic drugs" or even "narcotics."

He instantly realized that this was not an accidental attack, but a long-planned encirclement and suppression.