Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Northern Front Command Post.

Zhou Weiguo stood in front of the offline terminal, his military uniform sleeves rolled up above his wrists, with a fax he had just received next to him.

He entered the warehouse receipt number into the system and then retrieved the procurement contract from the frontline coordination group.

Two strings of numbers are displayed on the screen.

It doesn't seem to matter.

One is a port logistics warehouse receipt from 1999.

One is the procurement contracts for war preparedness coordination in recent years.

Zhou Weiguo broke the numbering into six segments.

Year segment, port segment, type of goods segment, transportation segment, acceptance segment, batch segment.

He pressed the encryption key to access the offline comparison module of the North Line Supercomputing Center.

The screen started scrolling.

The first round is format comparison.

The second round involves restoring historical coding rules.

The third round involves mapping old-style port numbers to military procurement numbers.

The staff officer next to him wanted to speak, but seeing Zhou Weiguo's expression, he swallowed his words.

Zhou Weiguo picked up a pencil and wrote down two strings of codes on the paper.

Warehouse receipt code.

Purchase contract number.

He circled the middle dozen or so digits and then added a dot to the last batch number.

Three minutes later.

The system provides the first result.

The first fifteen digits are the same.

The last digit differs by one.

Zhou Weiguo did not report it immediately.

He cleared the results, changed the rule base, and ran it again.

Second time.

The first fifteen digits are the same.

The last digit differs by one.

The third time.

The first fifteen digits are the same.

The last digit differs by one.

Zhou Weiguo put down the pencil, his face darkening.

He picked up the phone.

"Director Qi, comparison complete."

In the ward.

Qi Tongwei rested his right hand on the bedside table.

"speak."

Zhou Weiguo's voice was steady, but every word carried weight.

"After the warehouse receipt code and the procurement contract number of the Frontline Coordination Group are restored according to the old port rules and the military procurement rules, the first fifteen digits are completely consistent."

Qi Tongwei looked up.

"What about the last two digits of the license plate?"

"This represents the last digit of the batch, differing by only one number."

In the ward, the fax paper was still lying on the bedside.

The name Qin Kewen was placed on the last page.

Qi Tongwei tapped the bedside table with his knuckles.

笃.

"This is no coincidence."

Zhou Weiguo answered quickly.

"Old port warehouse receipts are processed through local accounts, while purchase contracts are processed through the military. The serial numbers have the same structure, and the last digits of the batch numbers are adjacent."

"To conclude."

"A dual contract. The local government receives the funds, the military picks up the goods. That pipe from over twenty years ago is still in use today."

Qi Tongwei looked at the photocopy and lowered his voice.

"Handong's losses don't just involve the money from one company."

Zhou Weiguo's side also fell silent for a moment.

"Haizhou Port, Jingzhou Heavy Machinery, the Frontline Coordination Group, and the Northern Front Military Supplies Contracts are all linked together by the same set of numbers."

Qi Tongwei put the copies back into the sealed bag.

"Seal the comparison report and synchronize the number to Link A on Shenyang Heavy Machinery Group's side."

"It's already in progress."

"Don't spread this to Li Dakang yet."

"clear."

Qi Tongwei leaned back against the headboard, a crease forming at the collar of his hospital gown from pressing it down.

He wasn't excited at this moment; on the contrary, he was even more calm than before.

Because the most difficult part has been torn open by an old warehouse receipt.

The deficit in Jingzhou Heavy Machinery's accounts, the signatures in the old Haizhou Port case, the serial numbers on the northern military supply contracts, and the outstretched hand of the forward coordination group—all of them were on the same pipe.

This channel siphoned money from local businesses, transferred funds through military supply contracts, and washed away old port cases, then shifted the blame to Qin Kewen, who had long been pushed to the forefront.

Qi Tongwei picked up the phone and reconnected to the northern line.

"Zhou Weiguo".

"exist."

Qi Tongwei stared at the three characters "Qin Kewen" on the sealed bag.

"The blood-sucking channel has been secured; we can't wait to retaliate any longer."

……

In the northern command center, Shen Zhong laid out the warehouse receipt copy, QC-7913 batch number sheet, and scaffolding record on the table, the three items neatly arranged.

Zhou Weiguo stood to the side, holding the sealed bag in his hand, even his breathing was slowed down.

"Compile a top-secret battle report, and proceed to Jia Yi." Shen Zhong held a cigarette between his fingers without lighting it. "Nail down the paper, the numbers, and the planks."

Zhou Weiguo sat down at the terminal, first verifying, then segmenting, and then encrypting.

Warehouse receipt number, paper batch number, abnormal springboard, location of the veteran cadre center, stuff them in one by one, and finally land on the red special line port.

When the delivery confirmation popped up in the corner of the screen, no one inside the room answered.

Shen Zhong twirled the cigarette around again.

"Keep an eye on it."

Zhou Weiguo looked up. "Sir, what if Elder Xu pulls the pressure back?"

"Then let's keep pressing." Shen Zhong looked at the table. "This channel has already opened up to the capital; there's nowhere to back out."

Half an hour is a very long time.

Zhou Weiguo didn't even pour water, and the teacups on the table were already cold.

The red machine was placed in the corner, the wiring was intact, as if nothing had happened.

Until the indicator light came on.

Zhou Weiguo immediately stood up straight.

Shen Zhong picked up the phone, and Xu Lao only replied with four words from his office.

"Wait for the fish to come."

Shen Zhong didn't speak, paused for half a second with the microphone in his hand, and then put it back.

His gaze remained fixed on the table, his eyebrows not raised.

But Zhou Weiguo knew that those four words were enough.

"Does this mean Elder Xu has given his approval?" Zhou Weiguo asked in a low voice.

"Granted." Shen Zhong pushed the sealed bag aside. "We're also allowed to straighten the fishing line on the northern line."

Zhou Weiguo grinned. "Then I'll go get the person."

When the deputy director of the War Preparedness Support Bureau was taken into the isolation and interrogation room, his jacket was buttoned up perfectly.

After he sat down, he first glanced at the notebook on the table.

"I cooperated with the quarantine, I followed the procedures, and I haven't touched anything else."

Zhou Weiguo placed the folder in front of him, saying, "You're quite good at keeping your mouth shut."

"My job is to ensure compliance. If there's a problem with the process, we have to follow the procedures to ask questions and investigate."

"What about when it goes live?"

The deputy director raised his eyes. "I've only seen the documents, never met the person. I just pass them around exactly as they're written."

"Whose case did the referral slip in your hand go through?"

"The department approves it, the bureau signs off on it, and there's a supervisory stamp at each stage. You can check it."

Zhou Weiguo stared at him for two seconds, then smiled. "Still pretty stubborn."

The deputy director straightened his back and said, "Every word I say is perfectly accurate."

Shen Zhong listened to a few words at the door, but didn't rush in.

This person's insistence on following the process indicates that the thread is still loose and the problem hasn't been solved.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door frame. "Alright, stop asking now."

Zhou Weiguo stepped aside.

Shen Zhong walked in, pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping his finger on the table.

"You want procedures? I'll give you procedures. You want statements? I'll give you statements. But if you want to cover for someone, don't expect the people in this room to play along to the end."

The deputy director's Adam's apple bobbed, and he repeated the same old line, "I don't know what you want."

"Then I'll give you some news." Shen Zhong looked at Zhou Weiguo, "Discard the internal network, turn it on."

Zhou Weiguo was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood.

"Sir, are you really going to release them?"

"Put it down." Shen Zhong pushed the codebook forward. "The original purchase contract has been retrieved. Just that one sentence, don't add a single word."

Zhou Weiguo's smile was a little short. "Okay, simple enough."

He turned and went to the terminal next to him that should have been scrapped long ago.