After breaking up with my boyfriend, I made a fortune and rose rapidly in my career.

The room was eerily quiet.

The stench, a mixture of mold and blood, was mixed with the smell of blood.

It was very faint, as if it had been processed, but Chen Ping could still smell it.

The rustling sound of rummaging came from the study not far behind the door.

Chen Pingfang's muscles tensed instantly.

Kicking the door directly would be too noisy, so he chose a quieter method.

Chen Ping placed his left hand on the doorknob and took out a special alloy tactical pen from his pocket with his right hand.

The next second, he suddenly exerted force on his wrist!

"Squeak—"

The old door hinges made a screeching sound, and Chen Ping rushed in, pushing the security door against the inner wall!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, a dark figure behind the door stumbled and let out a muffled groan.

Chen Ping didn't stop, immediately closing in. The dark figure reacted quickly, taking the blow but instead advancing, delivering a backhand elbow strike towards Chen Ping's face with a whooshing sound.

Chen Ping dodged to the side, and swiftly thrust out his tactical pen, accurately piercing the other man's right wrist as he held the USB drive.

"Well!"

The shadowy figure cried out in pain as his wrist went numb, and he could no longer hold onto the object, which flew out of his hand.

The shadowy figure paused, clearly not expecting this seemingly refined young man to be so skilled. He immediately kicked the nearby bookshelf to create chaos, using the momentum to propel himself backward and lunge towards the open window.

"Splash!"

Books and documents were scattered all over the floor, and a dark figure had already jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night in a few leaps.

This person acted calmly and had a clear objective; he was a professional at cleaning up the scene.

Chen Ping didn't give chase. It would be difficult to catch a professional in familiar terrain.

He immediately picked up the small USB drive that had fallen to the ground, his eyes quickly scanning the entire room.

In the corner of the living room sofa, a man in his fifties was curled up, his face pale and his body trembling. It was Sun Jiancheng. There was a scrape on his forehead, still bleeding, indicating that he had just struggled.

When Sun Jiancheng saw Chen Pingfang, he shrank back slightly, then recognized the face he had seen in internal reports.

"You...you are...Director Chen?" His voice was dry and hoarse, and he was still trembling.

Chen Pingfang's voice was calm and steady: "Accountant Sun, my name is Chen Pingfang. We're safe now."

He walked over, helped Sun Jiancheng up, and handed him a glass of warm water.

Sun Jiancheng held the water glass in both hands, his teeth still chattering. He took two sips, and his emotions calmed down a little. Looking at the empty room, his eyes suddenly became vacant.

"Too late...too late...he stole the things..." Sun Jiancheng muttered to himself.

Chen Ping waved the USB drive he had just snatched from the man in black in front of him: "Is this it?"

Sun Jiancheng's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the USB drive. He snatched it, clutching it tightly in his hand as if it were a lifeline, his body trembling.

"It's it! It's definitely it!" Tears streamed down Sun Jiancheng's face. "I...I thought..."

"Why do you think I came?" Chen Pingfang looked at him calmly. "I've read the email you sent."

Sun Jiancheng was stunned. He looked up and re-examined the young man in front of him.

"Aren't you...aren't you afraid?" Sun Jiancheng's voice trembled. "They...they're capable of anything! That person just now came to kill me and silence me!"

"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have sent anyone," Chen Ping said calmly.

Sun Jiancheng was stunned.

Yes, if the other party really wasn't afraid of anything, why would they rush to send someone to destroy the evidence in the middle of the night? They were afraid, afraid that this new director would really overturn the table!

Having figured this out, Sun Jiancheng felt as if he had grasped the key to his future. He took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Director Chen, this USB drive only contains screenshots of some of the transfer records. The real evidence is not here."

Chen Ping raised an eyebrow.

Sun Jiancheng pointed to his head, then to an old router on the wall: "I've been doing accounting for thirty years, I know what's most crucial. Hu Jinshan and his group thought they were fine after destroying all the paper and electronic accounts, but they didn't know I had a backup plan. I created an encrypted cloud backup of all the key fund flows, and the key is only in my head."

Chen Ping's eyes sharpened.

This is the real trump card.

"Of the 12 billion yuan in debt, there is one sum of money that is the largest and was handled the cleanest, using a very discreet channel." As Sun Jiancheng spoke, he walked to his desk, turned on an old computer, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a long string of complex code.

"They used a shell consulting company to legally and compliantly transfer a full 3 billion yuan from the Chipfire project's account under the guise of 'technology import consulting fees'."

On the computer screen, an encrypted cloud drive was opened, and a series of financial statements and transfer vouchers appeared in front of Chen Pingfang.

The funds ultimately ended up in an offshore company registered in the Cayman Islands.

"Boyuan Holdings".

Chen Pingfang stared at the four characters "Boyuan Holdings" on the screen, his eyes darkening.

He knew about this company.

They also know who is behind this company.

"The actual controller of this company..." Sun Jiancheng was about to say the name.

"Zhao Bo," Chen Ping said for him.

Sun Jiancheng suddenly raised his head, his face filled with disbelief: "You...you knew?"

Chen Pingfang did not answer. A young, arrogant face flashed through his mind; it was the only son of an important provincial leader.

It turned out to be the case.

All the clues finally matched up at this moment.

Zhao Bo used that lithography machine as a tool for money laundering, and Hu Jinshan was his henchman in Nanzhou. Now that the henchman has been beaten, the master naturally has to step in and clean up the mess.

Just then, Chen Pingfang's personal cell phone suddenly rang.

On the screen was an unfamiliar number with no location displayed.

Chen Ping answered the phone without saying a word.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a young voice that sounded lazy but carried an air of superiority.

"Director Chen, nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Bo."

"The water in Nanzhou is too shallow to drown, but it can suffocate people."

Zhao Bo's voice carried a hint of laughter, but the meaning behind his words was cold.

"My man was being inconsiderate and disturbed you; I apologize on his behalf. However, some things are not for you to touch. That machine does not belong to you."

He paused for a moment and then said:

"Hand it over, and all the accounts inside will be wiped clean. I guarantee you'll be promoted to the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee next year."