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

The stadium fell silent immediately.

Sun Zhihao stood on the stage, his face as white as paper, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word.

The reporters below the stage frantically pressed their shutters, the flashes going off everywhere, making it hard to open one's eyes.

Sun Chuanhong suddenly stood up, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on Chen Pingfang as if he wanted to devour him.

Just then, the large screen on the top of the stadium suddenly flickered.

The project promotional video that was playing was gone, replaced by screenshots of bank statements.

Every transaction record is crystal clear.

"YunChuang Technology received 500 million yuan, source: Hongyuan Investment Co., Ltd."

"YunChuang Technology transfer: 480 million, destination: Cayman Islands Blue Sky Trust"

"Yunzhou Women and Children Development Foundation transfer: 300 million yuan, destination: Yunchuang Technology"

Each and every line matches perfectly.

Most importantly, there is a line of small print in the bottom right corner of the screen: This competition is being broadcast live online.

"Turn it off! Turn it off right now!" Sun Chuanhong's voice cracked from shouting.

The staff rushed to the control panel, but the keyboard and mouse were completely unresponsive.

Guo Xiaojun sat in the corner, holding a small signal jammer in his hand, and couldn't help but smile.

The content on the big screen was still scrolling, this time showing scanned copies of transfer vouchers, clearly stamped with the official seal of Li Shufen's foundation.

The audience was in complete chaos.

"Holy crap, is this for real?"

"Is Secretary Sun's nephew laundering money?"

"Isn't that charitable foundation run by Secretary Sun's wife?"

The hushed conversation grew louder and louder until it became a constant buzzing.

Sun Chuanhong's face went from ashen to deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

He whirled around and growled at his secretary, "Go, cut off all the power!"

The secretary scrambled out of the room.

Thirty seconds later, all the lights in the stadium went out, and the big screen went black.

But it was too late.

Those images have been broadcast live online to the mobile phones of hundreds of thousands of viewers across the province.

Chen Ping sat on the judges' panel, watching everything with a blank expression.

His phone vibrated; it was a message from Guo Xiaojun: "Done. The video has been forwarded 30,000 times."

Chen Pingfang did not reply, but simply raised his head and looked at Sun Chuanhong on the podium.

Their eyes met in the darkness.

Sun Chuanhong's eyes were filled with hatred; he wished he could kill Chen Pingfang on the spot.

Chen Pingfang's eyes were calm, even with a hint of a smile.

Just then, the stadium doors were pushed open.

A team of uniformed police officers strode in, led by the captain of the city's Economic Crime Investigation Division.

"Sun Zhihao is suspected of money laundering. Come with us."

Sun Zhihao's body went limp, and he collapsed onto the stage.

"Uncle! Uncle, save me!" he cried, his face covered in tears and snot.

Sun Chuanhong swayed, and the flesh on his face trembled.

That one word, "Uncle," sealed the fate of their relationship.

The reporters below the stage rushed forward like madmen, all pointing their cameras and microphones at Sun Chuanhong.

"Secretary Sun, what is your response to the allegations that your nephew is involved in money laundering?"

"Secretary Sun, is your wife's foundation also involved in money laundering?"

"Secretary Sun, are you aware of these matters?"

Without saying a word, Sun Chuanhong, escorted by two bodyguards, walked quickly toward the side door with his head down.

The once imposing municipal party secretary now looks utterly pathetic.

Chen Ping stood up and slowly walked out of the gymnasium.

The sky outside was very blue, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

He took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The top spot on the trending search list is occupied by the hashtag: #Yunzhou's Number One Young Master Launders Money#.

Clicking on it reveals screenshots and videos that were just displayed on the big screen.

The comments section has exploded.

"Wow, this is a huge bombshell!"

"Secretary Sun's nephew, this is going to be interesting."

"I donated money to that foundation; it turns out it was for money laundering?"

"Shouldn't the provincial discipline inspection commission take action by now?"

Chen Ping turned off his phone, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The online public opinion exploded immediately.

……

That evening, at Sun Chuanhong's home.

The living room reeked of smoke as Sun Chuanhong chain-smoked, filling the ashtray to the brim.

Li Shufen sat on the sofa, her face pale, her hands tightly gripping a handkerchief.

"Old Sun, what do we do now? Zhihao, he..."

"Shut up!" Sun Chuanhong abruptly interrupted her, his eyes filled with a frighteningly gloomy expression.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, help me issue a statement... Yes, say I knew absolutely nothing about my nephew's actions and support the judicial authorities in investigating to the end... What? Can't suppress it? Then get the provincial propaganda department involved!"

After hanging up the phone, Sun Chuanhong stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Sacrificing the pawn to save the king is the only thing he can do now.

Half an hour later, the official Weibo account of the Yunzhou Municipal Party Committee issued a statement.

The gist of it is that Sun Chuanhong was completely unaware of his nephew Sun Zhihao's illegal activities, felt deeply saddened, and said he would fully cooperate with the investigation and would absolutely not cover it up.

After the statement was released, the comment section was instantly flooded with messages.

"Heh, you don't know? You're kidding me!"

"Is this what they call shifting the blame?"

"Secretary Sun, the video of your nephew calling you 'uncle' is still there."

Sun Chuanhong's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the comments.

He knew he was in big trouble this time.

……

Municipal Public Security Bureau, interrogation room.

Sun Zhihao was handcuffed to a chair, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Two economic crime investigation police officers sat opposite me, their expressions very serious.

"Sun Zhihao, we are aware of your situation. We are giving you a chance to confess and seek leniency."

Sun Zhihao raised his head, his eyes filled with fear.

"I...I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything..." His voice trembled with tears. "That money, my uncle made me transfer it...he said it was normal business operation, I didn't know it was money laundering..."

"What else did your uncle make you do?"

Sun Zhihao hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"He...he has a manor in the suburbs, and he doesn't usually let anyone near it."

"Once when I went to see him, I saw him talking to several business owners from out of town..."

"What manor? What's the address?"

"In...in the Cloud Mist Mountain in the northern suburbs, there is a private estate on the top of the mountain called Jingyun Manor."

The two policemen exchanged a glance, and one of them immediately stood up and walked out.

Ten minutes later, Chen Ping received a phone call.

"Section Chief Chen, Sun Zhihao has confessed. He said that Sun Chuanhong has a private estate in Yunwu Mountain in the northern suburbs, where key evidence may be hidden."

Jingyun Villa.

He remembered this place.

In his previous life, Sun Chuanhong was arrested here, but that was three years later.