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

Zhou Jingming's sneer sounded particularly grating in the banquet hall. His deliberately slowed tone was like a viper's hiss, every word aimed at the Zhao family's most vulnerable nerve: "President Zhao, the anti-drug bureau is already on their way. Guess what they'll do when they see this 'evidence'—will they invite you for tea first, or will they freeze all of the Zhao family's accounts directly?"

He tapped the thick stack of documents on the table with his fingertips. "Kneel down now, and I might get my customs friend to 'slow down' the review process."

Zhao Zhenhong stood there. He was no stranger to storms, and even vaguely felt that Zhou Jingming's evidence was a bit off. But the accusation of "smuggling special goods" hit his deepest secret—those were indeed experimental materials that could not be explained in public.

He had no time to examine the authenticity of the evidence; his mind was filled with anxiety about "not letting things escalate."

He wanted to resolve the matter privately, but Zhou Jingming was clearly trying to humiliate him in public. He wanted to confront him directly, but he was afraid that a thorough investigation by the relevant departments would expose the forces behind him, and if it attracted the attention of the Shouzhen Bureau, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

Fearing the consequences, this usually shrewd business tycoon was momentarily speechless, his face turning pale and then red, forced into a dilemma by Zhou Jingming's seemingly flawed offensive.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhou Jingming became even more smug. He changed the subject and his gaze locked onto Zhao Lei in the crowd. His tone was full of undisguised sarcasm: "Speaking of which, Zhao Shao has been quite popular at school lately. He has a few classmates supporting him. He is a sports champion and has a wide network of connections. He is followed by people wherever he goes. I thought Zhao Shao really had some extraordinary ability and made a name for himself."

He paused deliberately, drawing out his words so that each one would be clearly heard throughout the banquet hall: "Now it seems, he was nothing more than a bully using the dirty money from his family's drug smuggling operation!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhao Lei instantly exploded, clenching his fists and preparing to rush forward, shouting, "Stop slandering me!"

He usually keeps a low profile and hates it when people say he relies on his family.

At this moment, Zhou Jingming not only accused him of abusing his power but also slandered his family for smuggling drugs. His volatile temper completely erupted, his clenched fists bulging with veins, and he was about to rush up and beat someone.

"Zhao Lei, calm down."

Chen Mo had anticipated this, and reached out to firmly press down on his shoulder, the force not strong but carrying an undeniable strength.

The faint golden lines of insight in his eyes flickered as he scanned the documents on the table, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Zhou Jingming sneered, "What? You want to fight when you can't win an argument? You're just an uncultured brute, no better than your Zhao family, you're not fit for respect."

Chen Mo sighed. Now was not the time to delve into the Zhao Group's hidden businesses. He should first help Zhao Lei solve the immediate problem.

Under Chen Mo's insightful understanding of the laws of the Great Dao, Zhou Jingming's seemingly interconnected evidence was actually fabricated by piecing together different batches of materials. However, Zhao Zhenhong, feeling guilty, did not notice the logical gaps in the evidence.

Chen Mo's insightful path is inherited from Vipassi Buddha, the foremost of the seven Buddhas of the past in Buddhist legend. In the past, Vipassi Buddha observed the emptiness of the five aggregates under the Padma tree with white bones and traced the origin of all phenomena through the concept of dependent origination.

Those deliberately edited recordings, altered logistics records, and forged financial statements have nowhere to hide in the face of "pure observation power." Every forgery violates the inherent causal logic of things.

Anger solves nothing; only the truth does.

Chen Mo's voice was calm yet powerful, instantly drowning out the whispers in the banquet hall. He wasn't deliberately making things difficult; it's just that such tricks, relying on taking things out of context and falsifying information, are no match for the tracing power of "causal wisdom."

"The truth? Where did you come from, you brat?"

Zhou Jingming raised an exaggerated eyebrow, picked up a copy of a lab report, and waved it around. "I told you I had a professional agency test the contents of the goods, and they contain high-purity LSD hallucinogen precursors. This is something on the Narcotics Control Bureau's list of prohibited items! Isn't it the truth that I said the Zhao Group manufactures and transports drugs?"

Chen Mo stepped forward, his gaze calmly sweeping over the documents in Zhou Jingming's hand. "Young Master Zhou, you said that the goods Zhao's shipped three months ago contained LSD precursors?" he suddenly asked.

"A professional appraisal report in black and white!" Zhou Jingming sneered.

"First of all, your Southeast Asia customs declaration shows the shipping date as March 15th," Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, stepped forward, and said with piercing eyes, "But on March 15th, the port experienced torrential rain all day. This can be verified by official weather records and shipping suspension notices. All ships did not leave the port. How did this batch of 'special cargo' end up being transferred out of thin air?"

Zhou Jingming's expression changed slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm: "If the port is closed, we can use land transportation instead, you just didn't know that!"

"Land transport?" Chen Mo's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then why is there no trace of rain in the background of your surveillance screenshots? Instead, you can see port cranes operating. Cranes wouldn't be running in a downpour, would they?"

Regarding this surveillance screenshot, the footage itself might be genuine, but you altered the date in the screenshot to include it in your so-called "drug smuggling" evidence. Isn't that perjury? Besides, the port's publicly available operational logs can be used for verification; do you think the Narcotics Bureau wouldn't be able to find it?

Zhao Zhenhong suddenly woke up!

He was so panicked that he didn't even notice such an obvious flaw. Only now, with Chen Mo pointing it out, did he realize that Zhou Jingming's evidence was nothing more than a cobbled-together lie.

Chen Mo gave Zhou Jingming no chance to catch his breath and continued to press: "Looking at your financial statements, you deliberately erased the registration information and transfer notes for the overseas company. That so-called 'shell company' has a complete record on the Enterprise Credit Information Publicity System; it's a legitimate European biotechnology authorized agency. The original transfer record had a note saying 'technical service fee,' which you maliciously deleted to create the illusion of money laundering. How long do you think you can hide this publicly verifiable information?"

When Chen Mo mentioned this, he turned his head and gave Zhao Zhenhong a deep look, his eyes full of meaning.

Although the information Zhou Jingming possessed did contain elements of deliberate fabrication and manipulation, Zhao Zhenhong certainly knew the truth better than anyone else.

Zhou Jingming's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, but he remained defiant: "There's also a recording! The logistics vice president's recording can't be faked, can it? 'Gray market' 'Avoiding customs inspections,' he said those himself!"

"The recording is definitely his voice, but it's been maliciously edited." Chen Mo took a deep breath, glanced at Zhao Lei, then at Zhao Zhenhong and the logistics vice president in the corner. "As for what was cut out, we don't know. Maybe his original words were: 'No need to take the gray route, don't avoid customs inspections'?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the logistics vice president, as if grasping at a straw, suddenly jumped out from the corner: "Yes! That's right! My exact words were 'No need to take gray routes, don't evade customs inspections!'"

Zhao Zhenhong looked at the logistics vice president's clumsy yet eager explanation, then turned to look at Chen Mo's calm profile, his mind clear as a mirror.

He was both grateful to Chen Mo for saving the Zhao family from public humiliation and wary of the young man's all-seeing eyes.