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

Chen Ping looked at the line of text on the computer screen, but did not reply. Instead, he opened an encryption software and traced the source of the email in reverse.

Guo Xiaojun leaned closer for a look: "Is this a threat?"

"This is a test," Chen Ping thought, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "They want to see if I'm afraid."

Three minutes later, the tracking program displayed the results.

The signal travels through multiple servers before finally settling on Yunzhou University's campus network.

"Yunzhou University?" Guo Xiaojun frowned. "Sun Chuanhong's men have gone to the school?"

Chen Ping didn't speak, his fingers continued to operate on the keyboard, and soon locked onto a more specific location: Computer Science Department, Experiment Building No. 3, Room 407.

"Let's go take a look."

……

On the campus of Yunzhou University, the leaves of the plane trees lining both sides of the road rustled in the wind.

Chen Pingfang and Guo Xiaojun walked through the path and went directly up to Experiment Building No. 3.

The door to Lab 407 was ajar, and the sound of keyboard typing could be heard inside.

Chen Ping pushed open the door, and there sat an elderly professor with gray hair in front of a computer, wearing reading glasses and intently looking at the screen.

"May I ask who you are?" The old professor looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Chen Pingfang took out his work ID: "Chen Pingfang, Municipal Government Office. I'd like to ask you about something."

The old professor was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stood up: "Oh, it's a government official, please have a seat."

Chen Ping looked around the laboratory. There were many certificates of honor hanging on the wall, all of which were awards that the old professor had received when he was young.

"Professor, did you send any emails using this computer around 10:00 AM this morning?"

"Email?" The old professor thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I've been working on students' graduation theses all day and haven't sent any emails."

Chen Ping walked to the computer and opened the sent emails.

At 10:03 a.m., an email was indeed sent from this computer to his encrypted email address.

"Professor, have you ever let anyone else use your computer?"

"Well..." The old professor scratched his head. "Last night, Sun Zhihao, the student council president, came to me and said he was working on a startup project and wanted to borrow the lab's computers to process some data, so I gave him the keys."

Sun Zhihao.

Chen Pingfang's gaze darkened.

Sun Chuanhong's nephew, the chairman of the student union at Yunzhou University, is a prominent figure on campus.

In his past life, this person even went out of his way to step on Chen Pingfang's foot when Chen Pingfang was down on his luck.

"Professor, does Sun Zhihao come here often?"

"He comes quite often, always saying he needs to use our lab's servers to run data." The old professor smiled. "This kid is quite capable; I heard his startup project has secured a lot of investment."

Chen Ping didn't ask any more questions and walked out of the laboratory with Guo Xiaojun.

"Lie it flat, there's something wrong with this Sun Zhihao," Guo Xiaojun said in a low voice.

"This is a big problem." Chen Pingfang looked at the teaching building in the distance. "He is Sun Chuanhong's other line of communication."

……

Back in his office, Chen Ping asked Guo Xiaojun to retrieve all of Sun Zhihao's files.

Twenty-three years old, a senior majoring in computer science at Yunzhou University, president of the student union, and owner of three startups.

On the surface, he appears to be a promising young man.

But what Chen Pingfang saw was something else entirely.

"Xiaojun, check the financial statements of Sun Zhihao's three companies."

Guo Xiaojun typed on the keyboard for a long time, and his face turned very ugly.

"Put them flat, these three companies have serious accounting problems!"

He turned the computer screen around, and it showed a series of bank statements.

"Look, this company called YunChuang Technology only has a registered capital of 100,000, but in just six months, its accounts have seen a turnover of 200 million!"

"Moreover, the source of this money is all shell companies, which changed hands several times before flowing into overseas accounts."

Chen Ping looked at the numbers.

Li Shufen's foundation is an open money laundering channel, while Sun Zhihao's companies are hidden in the shadows.

Both lines ultimately point to the same person—Sun Chuanhong.

"Xiaojun, what public events has Sun Zhihao been up to lately?"

"Yes!" Guo Xiaojun pulled out a notice.

"The final of the provincial college student entrepreneurship competition is this Saturday. Sun Zhihao is a contestant, and Sun Chuanhong will be there."

Chen Pingfang knew that his opportunity had arrived.

……

Three days later, at the Yunzhou University Gymnasium.

The venue for the final round of the provincial college student entrepreneurship competition was packed.

Provincial and municipal leaders sat on the dais, with Sun Chuanhong in the very center.

Chen Pingfang, in the capacity of an entrepreneurial mentor, sat on the judging panel.

He was holding a genuine financial statement of Sun Zhihao's project.

This report contained real data that he obtained from the bank through connections, and it was completely different from the report that Sun Zhihao submitted to the competition organizing committee.

On stage, Sun Zhihao is presenting his project.

He was wearing a suit, his hair was slicked back, and his voice was loud and clear, making him appear particularly confident.

"Distinguished judges and leaders, my project, Cloud Innovation Technology, aims to use the latest artificial intelligence technology to help traditional manufacturing plants..."

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

Sun Chuanhong looked at his nephew on the stage with satisfaction in his eyes.

Just then, Chen Ping stood up.

"Sun Zhihao, I have a question."

The scene fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to look.

When Sun Zhihao saw Chen Pingfang, his smile froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Does this judge have a question?"

Chen Ping held up the report in his hand: "Your project report says that the company made a profit of five million last year. But the bank statements I obtained show that there were two hundred million in funds flowing back and forth in your company's accounts."

"There's a difference of 195 million. Can you explain that?"

The crowd below erupted in uproar.

Sun Zhihao's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Sun Chuanhong suddenly stood up from his seat, staring intently at Chen Pingfang.

"Chen Pingfang, you're slandering me!"

Chen Pingfang ignored him and continued, "Moreover, the source of these two hundred million yuan was all shell companies, which ultimately flowed to overseas accounts."

"Sun Zhihao, your startup project, to put it bluntly, is just a money laundering tool, isn't it?"

The audience was in complete chaos.

Reporters frantically pressed the shutter button, the flashes so bright they made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Sun Zhihao stood on the stage, trembling all over, unable to utter a single word.

Just then, the stadium's big screen suddenly flickered.

The project introductions that were originally playing disappeared, replaced by bank statements and charts showing the flow of funds.

All the evidence was laid out clearly before everyone.

Sun Chuanhong's face turned ashen, and he abruptly turned to look at the technical control panel.

On the other end of the control panel, Guo Xiaojun waved to him, smiling broadly.

Chen Ping walked to the front of the stage, looked at Sun Zhihao on the stage, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was clearly heard by the entire audience.

"Sun Zhihao, even your uncle can't protect himself, how can he protect you?"