You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Lu Ziang followed behind, placed his laptop on the table, turned it on, and connected the USB drive to retrieve the video files.

"The print shop owner was initially unwilling to give it to us, saying it involved customer privacy," Xu Wenbin said, panting. "Later, I explained the whole story to him and showed him my student ID and account login records, and he finally agreed to give us a copy of the surveillance footage from that afternoon."

The video feed is now displayed.

There are four shared computers in the print shop, and Xu Wenbin uses the one by the window.

Lu Ziang dragged the progress bar to 2:40, where Xu Wenbin was packing his things to leave.

At 2:41, Xu Wenbin walked out of the frame.

At 2:43, a person wearing a mask and a hat sat down in front of the computer.

The other party acted very quickly, from sitting down to getting up and leaving, it took no more than eight minutes.

Lu Ziang froze the image on the moment the person stood up.

The mask covered most of his face, and the brim of his hat was pulled low, but his body shape and gait still revealed some information.

He is about 1.6 meters tall and has a slender build. When he walks, his right shoulder tends to lean forward, which is a posture left over from carrying a shoulder bag for a long time.

"I can't see their faces clearly." Xu Wenbin leaned closer to the screen, his tone somewhat dejected.

"You don't need to look at their face."

Lu Ziang zoomed out a few frames of the video, freezing the shot of the person pushing open the glass door of the print shop and walking out. "Look at her left hand."

Jiang Che bent down, his gaze falling on the exposed left wrist on the screen.

A thin chain with an irregularly shaped pendant hanging from it.

Lu Ziang extracted the image and placed it in another window for comparison.

Next to it is a photo that Wang Lihua posted on a social media platform three months ago. In the photo, she is holding a cup of coffee and wearing the same bracelet on her left wrist.

"The same one."

Lu Ziang dragged the two pictures together, and the pendant's shape matched perfectly.

Xu Wenbin slapped his thigh. "She came in person? So arrogant?"

"It might not be her personally." Jiang Che straightened up. "It could also be one of her subordinates using her credentials, but whoever it is, this evidence is sufficient."

Song Mingxuan stood up from the sofa and walked over to take a look. "So what do we have now? Print shop surveillance footage, abnormal login records of Xu Wenbin's account, email evidence that the leaked documents flowed to Wang Lihua's marketing company, plus chat logs of her contacting me under the guise of a fake headhunter."

"That's enough." Jiang Che unplugged the USB drive from the computer and held it in his hand. "The qualification review meeting should be held soon. We'll submit all of this information publicly at the meeting."

……

The qualification review meeting will be held at 3 p.m. on Friday in the conference room on the fourth floor of the administration building.

When Jiang Che and Su Qinghe arrived, Song Mingxuan was already sitting in the seat closest to the door, with several bound documents beside him.

Xu Wenbin and Lu Ziang sat on either side.

There were five people sitting in the conference room. In addition to Director Zhou and Deputy Director Li, there were three unfamiliar faces.

The plaque on the table reads "Discipline Inspection Commission of the University," "Student Affairs Office," and "Innovation and Entrepreneurship College."

That's quite a spectacle.

Jiang Che pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the expressions of the people opposite him.

The group was flipping through the materials in their hands without looking up, so Jiang Che couldn't tell what their attitude was.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

Deputy Director Li closed the laptop lid and said calmly, "Jiang Che, according to procedure, today's review meeting will mainly verify three aspects."

"First, the source and use of project funds; second, the authenticity of platform data; and third, the division of labor and contributions of team members."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Jiang Che took a USB drive out of his bag and placed it on the table. He said calmly, "This contains all the financial records of our project from its inception to the present, including the time, amount, purpose, and scanned copies of the corresponding receipts for each expenditure."

He pushed the USB drive to the middle of the table and pulled out two pages of paper from the folder.

"Additionally, this is my personal supplementary explanation."

Deputy Director Li took it, glanced at it a few times, then looked up, his expression changing.

It was written very clearly on those two pages.

Jiang Che proactively listed his family background, the relationship between Jiang Sheng Group and Zhenyuan Group, and details of his personal investment in the project.

The last paragraph is his statement of recusal, which states in black and white: I voluntarily relinquish my position as team leader and retain only the status of an ordinary member. All subsequent external affairs and defense sessions of the project will be fully handled by Song Mingxuan.

"What do you mean by this?" the middle-aged man from the Discipline Inspection Commission asked, frowning.

"It doesn't mean anything special."

Jiang Che leaned back and smiled calmly, saying, "The core of the whistleblower letter is that I used my family resources to inflate the project's value."

"I can't change my last name, but I can make public everything that might raise suspicion."

"Everyone's investment amount and how much money was spent is listed in detail."

"As for the captain position," he tilted his head to look at Song Mingxuan, "Song Mingxuan was the first to propose this project idea, and he also wrote the plan, so it's reasonable for him to be the captain."

"I was only listed as a co-author before because it made it easier to secure resources. Now that the resources are in place, there's no need for me to hold onto this position any longer."

Song Mingxuan sat up straight, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

After reviewing the files on the USB drive, Zhou, the person in charge, handed it to the person next to him. "The financial statements are indeed very detailed, but I have a question. Of the initial budget of 500,000, how much has actually been spent so far?"

"Twelve thousand three hundred and sixty-seven yuan," Lu Ziang replied. "Server fees were four thousand eight, materials were purchased for three thousand two, and miscellaneous expenses for beverages and promotional materials added up to four thousand three hundred and sixty-seven yuan."

"The remaining money has not been touched and is all in the project's dedicated account. The bank statements can be accessed at any time."

The disciplinary committee member put down his pen. "So, you're saying that 500,000 was just your budget ceiling, not the money that's already been spent?"

"Yes." Jiang Che nodded. "This figure represents the maximum expected investment we discussed in our internal meetings, but in actual operation so far, we haven't even spent a fraction of it."

"The whistleblower letter mentioned bribing students to cooperate with the registration process..."

"We're delivering drinks," Xu Wenbin interjected. "We bought eight cases of mineral water and four cases of cola in total, which cost less than six hundred yuan. The supermarket receipts are in the file folder; I've kept them all."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Deputy Director Li turned to the last page of the document. "Okay, the funding is fine for now. Next is the accuracy of the data. Lu Ziang, you're in charge of the back-end system, right?"

Lu Ziang opened his laptop and turned to face the people opposite him. The screen displayed the interface of the backend management system.

"All users' registration time, login records, and transaction processes are here. Every piece of data has a timestamp and operation log, and there is no trace of any manual intervention or batch import."

He scrolled down the page, "If needed, I can randomly select any record and demonstrate its complete chain live."

The person in charge, Zhou, leaned over and looked for a while, then whispered a few words to the person next to him.

Just then, Song Mingxuan spoke up.

"Dear teachers, before you make your final judgment, I have something I would like to show you."

He flipped over the three documents beside him, pulled out the top one, and said, "This is a chat log from three days ago, where someone claiming to be the operations director of an MCN company in Beijing contacted me via private message."