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

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping checked the time and saw it was 10:30 PM, so he called Xiao Yuhan directly.

"Mayor Xiao, there's something important."

Fifteen minutes later, in the city government conference room.

Xiao Yuhan was wearing a trench coat, and standing next to her was Captain Zhao from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Special Police Team. Captain Zhao was in his forties, had a scar on his face, and looked like someone not to be trifled with.

"Section Chief Chen, I've checked the manor you mentioned." Old Zhao opened a map. "At the top of Yunwu Mountain, there's Jingyun Manor. It's advertised as a farmhouse, but it never accepts individual guests. Only Secretary Sun's people can get in."

"How many people are around?" Xiao Yuhan asked.

"There are five security guards on the surface, but I suspect there are others inside," Old Zhao paused and said. "This place is difficult to enter; there's only one mountain path, making it easy to be discovered."

Chen Ping walked to the map and pointed to the other side of the mountain with his finger.

"There seems to be an abandoned forest path here, which should lead directly to the back gate of the manor."

Old Zhao was a little confused: "How did you know?"

"Intuition," Chen Ping casually made up a phrase.

Xiao Yuhan glanced at Chen Pingfang, didn't ask any further questions, but kept the matter in mind.

"The operation will take place at 3 a.m.," Xiao Yuhan decided. "Old Zhao, you take twenty men and split into two groups."

"clear."

"And one more thing," Xiao Yuhan said, looking at Chen Pingfang, "you'll come along too."

Chen Ping nodded.

He knew that after tonight, Yunzhou would undergo a major upheaval.

...

2:50 a.m.

At the foot of Yunwu Mountain, five black SUVs with their lights off were parked quietly by the roadside.

The special police officers, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, discreetly inspected their equipment.

Chen Ping sat in the third car, holding a floor plan of the estate.

This was obtained by Guo Xiaojun from the planning bureau overnight. Although it was an old map from several years ago, it was largely accurate.

"Section Chief Chen, are you nervous?" Old Zhao handed over a bottle of water.

"It's alright." Chen Ping unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

"Stay close to me and don't wander off." Old Zhao patted Chen Pingfang on the shoulder.

It's exactly three o'clock.

The convoy set off, following the abandoned forest path, and drove up the mountain in the dark.

The car lights were off, and the only way to see the bumpy dirt road was by the moonlight.

The car was shaking violently, and Chen Ping held onto the handrail, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Fifteen minutes later, the convoy stopped two hundred meters outside the back gate of the manor.

The special police officers got out of the car and quickly split into two teams.

Old Zhao made a gesture, and one group of people sneaked through the front door, while another group followed him in through the back door.

Chen Ping followed behind Lao Zhao, walking very quietly.

The back door was an iron gate with a large padlock on it.

A special police officer went up, picked up his tools, and pried open the lock in a few strokes.

The door opened, revealing a vegetable garden, and further ahead were several ordinary-looking bungalows.

"This is the place?" a young SWAT officer whispered. "It looks like a run-down farmhouse."

Old Zhao didn't say anything, but simply gestured for everyone to continue forward.

Chen Ping stopped in his tracks when he reached the entrance of the main building.

The door was open, and the lights were on inside.

Old Zhao frowned, raised the gun in his hand, and slowly pushed open the door.

Behind the door is an entryway with marble flooring and a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

Not right.

Chen Ping recognized the painting; it was an authentic work by Qi Baishi, and its market value was over ten million.

Further inside, the living room was even more frightening. Under the crystal chandelier was a full set of mahogany furniture, and any one of the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall was enough to buy an apartment in the city.

"Damn it..." the young SWAT officer couldn't help but curse.

Old Zhao's face darkened.

This isn't a rural guesthouse, it's practically a palace.

"search!"

The SWAT officers immediately dispersed and began searching each room.

Chen Ping went straight to the study.

He remembered that in his previous life, Sun Chuanhong had met his demise in the study.

The study door was locked.

A special police officer stepped forward and kicked the door open.

The room was filled with bookshelves, displaying all sorts of ancient books and calligraphy and paintings.

Chen Ping walked to the desk and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface.

It's empty.

He crouched down and looked under the desk.

Sure enough, there was a hidden compartment.

Chen Ping reached out and pressed it, and the hidden compartment popped open, revealing a small button.

Press.

A "click" sound came from behind the bookshelf.

The entire bookshelf slowly moved aside, revealing a metal door behind it.

Old Zhao walked over and saw it, then whistled: "Section Chief Chen, you're amazing!"

Chen Ping didn't say anything, but stepped forward and entered a password.

"How do you even know the password?" Old Zhao's eyes widened.

"I guessed." Chen Ping replied without batting an eye.

These are actually his memories from his previous life. I remember a report where Sun Chuanhong mentioned the two most important days of his life.

The metal door opened, revealing an elevator inside.

The three people went inside, and the elevator started to go down.

It took a full thirty seconds to stop descending.

When the door opened, the scene inside left everyone speechless.

This is a huge basement, at least two hundred square meters.

Bundles of cash, all red hundred-yuan bills, were neatly stacked against the wall, looking particularly dazzling under the light.

"Damn it..." Old Zhao cursed under his breath, his eyes wide open.

Chen Ping walked to the wall of cash, casually pulled out a bundle and flipped through it.

It's all real money.

Just a rough estimate, there's at least a hundred million here.

Besides cash, there were dozens of boxes of gold bars on the other side of the basement, each box was numbered.

At the very back was a huge safe.

Chen Ping walked over and glanced at the combination lock on the safe.

It was Li Shufen's birthday.

He entered the password, and the safe opened.

There was no money inside, only a black notebook.

Chen Ping picked up the notebook and turned to the first page.

The inscription on the paper records the origin and destination of every single penny in neat handwriting.

"Kickbacks from the Jinshuiwan project: 2000 million, Sun Chuanhong gets 1200 million, Wang Jianzhong gets 500 million, and the rest get 300 million..."

"Land auction in Dongcheng District: 1500 million yuan, Sun Chuanhong takes 800 million yuan..."

I remember each and every single detail clearly.

Chen Ping stopped flipping through the notebook to the last page.

The last page was torn out.

The tear is very fresh; it looks like it was torn recently.

Even at the torn edges, you can still barely see traces of the strokes.

"...Master...instructions..."

Chen Pingfang's pupils contracted slightly.

The mysterious teacher has reappeared.

Just then, Old Zhao's walkie-talkie rang.

"Captain, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection's car has arrived, and Mayor Xiao is here too."

Old Zhao glanced at Chen Pingfang, the two exchanged a look, and quickly walked towards the elevator.

……

Five o'clock in the morning, the family compound of the Yunzhou Municipal Party Committee.

Sun Chuanhong sat on the sofa in the living room, his teacup long since cold.

The morning news was playing on TV, and the host was reading the script in standard Mandarin, but Sun Chuanhong didn't hear a single word.