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

Qian Zhendong practically fled the office.

The investment intention document he brought, worth 5 billion, was left on the coffee table and no one paid any attention to it.

Chen Ping didn't even glance at it, picked up his phone from the table, and deleted the recording without expression.

The recording had already served its purpose by the time Qian Zhendong heard the first word.

It's just to show an attitude: here, all unspoken rules are invalid.

There was a knock on the office door, and Zhang Chao walked in. His eyes narrowed when he saw the documents on the coffee table.

"Director, this is..."

"Trash," Chen Ping uttered calmly. "Get rid of it."

"Yes." Zhang Chao didn't ask any further questions, picked up the documents, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Chen Ping called out to him, "Prepare the car, we're going to Security Department's No. 3 security dormitory. Also, notify Secretary Lin and ask him to come along."

Zhang Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately nodded: "Understood."

The No. 3 Security Dormitory is a highly confidential facility under the High-tech Zone Management Committee, typically used for receiving and protecting important personnel with access to classified information. Sun Jiancheng has been living here since being detained by Chen Ping, completely isolated from the outside world.

Fifteen minutes later, a black Hongqi sedan silently glided into the backyard of the security department compound.

The dormitory room was brightly lit.

This place resembles a technician's workshop. In the center of the room sits a military-grade ruggedized computer, not connected to an external network, with a black dedicated cable extending from a special interface on the wall, connecting to the computer.

Sun Jiancheng, dressed in clean casual clothes, sat in front of the computer.

After a few days apart, Sun Jiancheng had lost some weight, but his usually somewhat cloudy eyes were now surprisingly bright.

Seeing Chen Pingfang and Lin Yaodong walk in, Sun Jiancheng slowly stood up, without any further formalities, and simply nodded.

"Mr. Sun," Chen Ping said, getting straight to the point, "everything is ready."

Sun Jiancheng glanced at the computer, then at the dedicated line interface on the wall, his voice hoarse but unusually firm: "They can crush my bones, but they can't erase those numbers. As long as they existed, there will always be traces."

The meaning of "they" he was referring to is self-evident.

As the person in charge of all finances for the Chipfire Industrial Park project from its inception to its collapse, Sun Jiancheng possessed the original core financial data. Hu Jinshan and Wang Zhigang had considered getting rid of him, but Sun Jiancheng was a well-known tech fanatic who had thoroughly encrypted and backed up all the accounts.

After being sidelined, Sun Jiancheng sensed something was wrong, so he completely destroyed all the electronic accounts and hid the physical backups.

Sun Jiancheng originally thought that these things would remain buried in his stomach forever.

It wasn't until late at night that Chen Ping found Sun Jiancheng and asked only one question: "Do you want to watch those parasites be nailed to the pillar of shame, one by one?"

Lin Yaodong took a deep breath as he watched the scene unfold before him. He knew Sun Jiancheng was a capable and honest man, but he hadn't expected this honest man to be so tough at heart.

"Mr. Sun, this dedicated line was specially approved by the governor. It connects directly to the Tianhe server at the National Supercomputing Center," Chen Pingfang said calmly. "You can call upon any computing power support you need at any time. The entire security department of the High-tech Zone will clear the area for you tonight; no one will disturb you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Sun Jiancheng's eyes, but then his resolve hardened.

Sun Jiancheng sat down again, placed his hands on the keyboard, and his entire aura instantly changed.

His eyes were focused, and his whole body was tense.

"Let's begin."

Chen Pingfang and Lin Yaodong exchanged a glance, silently left the room, and gently closed the door behind them.

Outside the door, four stern-faced security guards stood in the corridor; they were top-notch personnel personally selected by Lao Ma.

Chen Ping handed Lin Yaodong a cigarette, lit one for himself, and the two leaned against the cold wall, waiting quietly.

"You're gambling." Lin Yaodong took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke blurring his complex gaze. "You've staked everything on Sun Jiancheng. If he fails, or the data is completely destroyed and cannot be recovered, our chain of evidence will break."

"Never." Chen Ping shook his head, the glow of his cigarette flickering in his eyes. "The lithography machine wreckage we dug out is physical evidence, and Wang Zhigang and the others' confessions are witness testimony. But these can only be classified as loss of state-owned assets and dereliction of duty. What I want is treason and financial crime."

He paused, his voice turning cold.

"I want to ensure that Zhao Bo and the people behind him never have a chance to turn things around."

Lin Yaodong fell silent.

Lin Yaodong looked at the tightly closed door and could almost see the figure inside processing massive amounts of data.

Time passed, second by second.

The only sound in the room was the rapid, continuous tapping of a keyboard.

Sun Jiancheng's fingers flew across the keyboard, and countless fragments of incomplete code flashed across the screen. Deep within a virtual hard drive that had been formatted seven times, he painstakingly retrieved the pulverized data fragments bit by bit using a very primitive method.

This task is extremely difficult; he needs to reassemble useful information from billions of data fragments.

Sweat trickled down Sun Jiancheng's forehead and dripped onto the keyboard, but he was completely unaware of it.

In Sun Jiancheng's eyes, there are only numbers and symbols that are constantly combining and collapsing.

Time passed hour by hour, and soon four hours had gone by.

It was late at night.

The ashtrays in the corridor were full, and neither Chen Pingfang nor Lin Yaodong spoke; the atmosphere was very tense.

Sudden.

The sound of keyboards clicking in the room, which had been going on for four hours, suddenly stopped.

The room was completely silent.

Chen Pingfang and Lin Yaodong both became nervous.

"Squeak—"

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Sun Jiancheng stood at the door, his face pale and his body swaying precariously, as if all his strength had been drained away. But a startling light shone in his bloodshot eyes.

Sun Jiancheng looked at Chen Pingfang, his lips moved, and his voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"Found it... 3 billion, not a penny less."

Chen Ping rushed into the room, followed closely by Lin Yaodong.

On the computer screen, a complete chart of fund flows is clearly displayed.

It was an incredibly complex yet incredibly clear diagram of the financial network.

The 3 billion yuan was transferred through hundreds of shell companies and thousands of transactions before finally ending up in an offshore account registered in the Cayman Islands.

The account holder is a company called Boyuan Holdings.

The sole shareholder of Boyuan Holdings is clearly listed as Zhao Bo.

The chain of evidence is perfectly closed.

This was the fatal blow that Sun Jiancheng had prepared for Zhao Bo with all his might.

Lin Yaodong's hands were trembling slightly as he murmured, "With this, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection can directly issue a nationwide arrest warrant."

Chen Pingfang remained calm. He didn't speak, but simply scrolled down the details of the accounts.

Chen Pingfang wanted to see not only the final result, but also the process.

The source of every sum of money, every transfer, the signature of every person involved…

Suddenly, Chen Ping's mouse wheel stopped.

My gaze was fixed on a sum of fifty million.

The money was transferred from a local construction company in Southern State, while the receiving account was a private account.

Chen Pingfang did not know the account holder.

However, in the remarks column of the payee information, a parenthesis indicates the relationship between the payee and the person in charge of project approval.

--nephew.

The name of the person in charge of the approval made Chen Pingfang's pupils shrink sharply.

That was Liu Guangping, a member of the Standing Committee of the Nanzhou Municipal Party Committee and Executive Vice Mayor.

The air in the office instantly became heavy.

Lin Yaodong also saw the name, gasped, and the joy on his face instantly froze, turning into utter shock.

They all knew that Zhao Bo had a protector in Nanzhou.

But I never expected that this umbrella would be so big.

This is no longer an internal issue of the High-tech Zone; the matter has now involved the core of the Municipal Party Committee.

Something big is about to happen in the officialdom of Nanzhou.