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

The ceremony ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Jiang Fan and a group of veteran engineers were still gathered together, excitedly stroking the gold-embossed letter of appointment, their eyes red-rimmed, as if they were guarding a precious treasure.

After half a lifetime of work, this was the first time they felt their skills and perseverance were valued so much.

Chen Ping didn't disturb them and walked back to the temporary office alone. Zhang Chao followed behind, wanting to say something, but found that the director didn't look happy at all; he was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

His mind was already on the next thing.

In the office, Chen Ping leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The encrypted phone on the table suddenly vibrated. There was no ringtone, only the screen lit up, displaying a text message with no known source.

The content was very short, consisting of only a few letters and numbers, resembling a string of gibberish.

[Tango-7, NAF-03, 2100.]

Chen Ping's eyes snapped open.

He immediately sat up straight, his fingers flying across his phone to bring up an encrypted dialer and enter a number he knew by heart.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and a steady, middle-aged male voice came from the other end without any formalities: "Speak."

"Is this Secretary Zhou from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection? This is Chen Pingfang."

"Um."

"The fish are going out to sea." Chen Pingfang's voice was low, but every word was clear. "Nanzhou General Aviation Airport No. 3, tonight at nine o'clock, flight number Tango-7."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were processing the information.

"Is the source reliable?"

"Extremely reliable." Chen Pingfang's tone was very certain. "The plane ticket found in Hu Jinshan's safe has the exact same destination as this flight. He had already prepared a way out for himself."

"I understand." Secretary Zhou's voice turned sharp. "Your men are not to participate in the follow-up operations. We will coordinate with the National Security and Special Police departments to completely shut him down."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping didn't stop; he immediately dialed another number.

"Old Ma."

"Director, I'm here." The voice of Ma Dongguo, the head of the security department, was always so reliable.

"Take your two most trusted brothers and go to the outskirts of Airport No. 3. Don't go inside. I need you to install two cameras on that only route and transmit the live feed to me. Remember, just watch and don't move. Make sure you're safe."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

After doing all this, Chen Ping finally let out a breath. He walked to the window, looking at the No. 3 factory building in the industrial park that had just had its new sign hung up, lost in thought.

Liu Guangping has fallen, but he was just a minor figure pushed out by Zhao Bo.

The real trouble is Zhao Bo.

The Chipfire project will not be peaceful until Zhao Bo is dealt with.

……

It was already dark.

Located 50 kilometers from downtown Nanzhou, Nanzhou General Aviation Airport No. 3.

This is a dedicated airport for private jets and business charters. Security is far less stringent than that of commercial airlines, making it a fast track known to the wealthy.

A black Maybach, with its headlights off, quietly drove to the edge of the helipad.

The car door opened, and Zhao Bo got out of the car.

He was dressed in a low-key black casual outfit, wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his shoulders. After just a few days apart, this man, once very influential in Nanzhou, no longer possessed his former composure; his eyes were filled with caution and unease.

He was followed by two bodyguards carrying several ordinary-looking suitcases.

Not far away, the engines of a Gulfstream G650 were already running, emitting a deep roar. The boarding stairs had been lowered, and the crew was making final preparations for takeoff.

"Boss, everything's arranged. The flight route has been applied for, and it's a direct flight to Singapore." An assistant-like person quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

Zhao Bo nodded, glanced at his watch, and saw it was 8:50 PM.

Ten minutes left.

Once he's on this plane, no one can control him anymore.

Chen Pingfang? He's just a hothead. So what if he takes down Liu Guangping? He has enough capital and connections to make a comeback overseas.

As for the mess at the Chipfire Industrial Park, let the government deal with that.

He sneered inwardly and strode toward the gangway.

Sudden.

At both ends of the airport runway, blinding car headlights instantly illuminated the area, casting more than a dozen beams of light that made the entire tarmac as bright as day.

The piercing sound of sirens came from afar, growing closer and closer, the sound very sharp.

More than a dozen black SUVs and riot control vehicles rushed out of the darkness and surrounded the Gulfstream aircraft from all sides, completely blocking its path.

The car doors opened in unison, and hundreds of heavily armed special police officers jumped out of the vehicles in perfect unison, their guns instantly locking onto Zhao Bo and his group.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head!"

The warning blared through the loudspeaker, making it hard to breathe.

Just as Zhao Bo's two bodyguards were about to make a move, several red laser beams landed precisely between their eyebrows. The two men froze, immediately raising their hands high.

Zhao Bo froze on the spot, his whole body ice cold.

His face turned pale instantly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He didn't understand.

The plan was meticulously planned, and no more than three people knew about it—all people I trusted most. How could it have been exposed?

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, wearing a dark jacket and with a serious expression, strode up to Zhao Bo and showed him an arrest warrant stamped with a red seal.

"Zhao Bo, you are suspected of serious economic crimes and endangering national security. Come with us."

Zhao Bo stared intently at the document, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He noticed that the issuing authority on the document was neither Nanzhou City nor even Jiangbei Province.

It was an official document from Beijing.

It’s over.

It's all over.

As two SWAT officers held him down by the shoulders and handcuffed him, Zhao Bo suddenly went berserk, struggling with all his might. Veins bulged on his neck, and his face contorted as he shouted at the night sky:

"Chen Pingfang! You ruined me! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! You think you're clean? You won't have a good life either!"

The piercing roar echoed across the empty tarmac.

……

High-tech Zone, Management Committee Building, Director's Office.

On Chen Ping's phone screen, live footage of the drone that Lao Ma was transmitting from a distance was playing.

He watched the entire arrest process quietly, his face expressionless.

When Secretary Zhou called to inform him that "the target has been captured," he simply listened calmly.

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Zhou seemed to sense the silence. He paused for a moment and then told him the last few words Zhao Bo had said.

After listening, Chen Ping walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the land below that was beginning to recover. In the distance, the factory buildings of the Corefire Industrial Park were lit up like stars.

He slowly spoke four words into the microphone.

"To safeguard the nation's wealth."