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

Old Xu looked at him for a few seconds, then picked up the red phone.

After the call was connected, he only said three sentences.

"The money road to Xishan has been secured."

"The overseas bank refused to cooperate."

"Request authorization for electronic deterrence."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Mr. Xu put down the receiver.

"Approved."

Zhou Weiguo sat up straight immediately. "Sir, give me ten minutes."

Shen Zhong stared at the screen. "Five minutes."

Zhou Weiguo opened his mouth, then swallowed his words.

"Fine, since you're the leader."

He inserted the bottom key, which he had salvaged from the basement of Xishan, into the isolation machine.

A series of verification codes popped up on the screen.

Front-end security interface signature.

Authorization chain of shell companies under Qin Kewen's name.

Confirmation receipt from an internal client manager at an overseas bank.

There are also several money laundering compliance exemption forms with their headers erased.

Zhou Weiguo became more and more engrossed in watching it.

"Good heavens, this bank talks about privacy, but secretly they're giving Old Qin the green light."

He dragged a package of evidence into an encrypted container.

"Assisting in circumventing censorship."

"Split up war reserve funds."

"Fake customer identification".

"Acting as a custodian for political corruption."

"If this were put on the table by international regulators, they could be fined until they have to sell their properties."

Shen Zhong looked at Old Xu.

Old Xu nodded.

"hair."

Shen Zhong took the terminal and sent the evidence package out through a special channel.

The recipient has no name.

There is only one level identifier.

The highest-ranking official in charge of the investigation from the other party's national security department.

Sending complete.

The only sound in the command center was the whirring of the fans.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the countdown, his mouth still chattering.

"Sir, when will they return,, please?"

Shen Zhong stared at the screen.

"Three minutes."

"So fast?"

"They know better than we do how much this package is worth."

Two minutes and forty-seven seconds.

Access to encrypted hotlines from overseas bank headquarters.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the request on the screen and chuckled.

"They're here."

Shen Zhong raised his hand.

The line is open.

A low-pitched Chinese voice came from the other end.

"We need to confirm whether that document will be made public."

Shen Zhong did not sit down.

"The money is back, the materials are sealed up."

The other party paused for a few seconds.

"The funds involved involve multiple layers of customer privacy, and we need an internal meeting."

Zhou Weiguo pushed the headset up a bit.

"Stop the meeting. Your internal compliance exemption form has signatures, timestamps, and payment rebate percentages. If you stall for five more minutes, I'll help you compile the meeting materials into a press release."

The breathing on the other end became heavier.

Please do not misjudge; our bank is protected by local laws.

He spoke solemnly, "Strategic reserve funds belong to our country's state property."

"This requires judicial determination."

Shen Zhong pushed another document into the passage.

"Recognized by the Central Military Commission."

Mr. Xu opened the authorization order, with the red seal pressed under the camera lens.

There was a moment of silence on the other side.

Then another voice came in, speaking much faster.

"We can provide the highest level of read-only access, but you will be responsible for any legal liabilities arising from the fund transactions."

Zhou Weiguo scoffed, "The money is ours, the accounts are fake, and you can take responsibility by writing your self-criticisms."

Shen Zhong stared at the screen.

"Permissions".

The other side didn't take any more detours.

Thirty seconds later, a temporary key was transmitted to the northern command center.

Zhou Weiguo dragged the key into the sandbox and put his hands back on the keyboard.

"Read-only access is enabled."

"The access point to the funds pool is now open."

"The underlying ledger pages are open."

He stared at the screen, his eyes red, yet growing brighter and brighter.

"Found the main pool of 3 billion."

Shen Zhong walked up behind him.

Old Xu also stood up.

On the large screen, rows of green numbers were displayed.

The 3 billion yuan in strategic reserves was broken down into thousands of transactions, which were then linked to trusts, bonds, bills, gold certificates, and foreign exchange products.

Zhou Weiguo clicked his tongue.

"You really know how to hide things! You've hidden them like leftovers from a New Year's Eve dinner, with one plate inside another."

Shen Zhong only asked one question.

"Can it be rejected?"

"able."

Zhou Weiguo's fingers kept moving. "They only gave us read-only access, but the Xishan underlying key can prove that the original authorization was forged. If the first certificate for funds entering the escrow pool is problematic, the entire pool can be rolled back as a fraudulent transaction."

Old Xu said in a deep voice, "Risk."

"The rollback will only go through the original route and will not touch their other clients' accounts. The money will first be refunded to the special account for military expenditure supervision within the country, and then it will be audited by the national treasury."

Zhou Weiguo typed in a few commands, and a red confirmation box popped up on the screen.

He turned and glanced at Shen Zhong.

"Sir, are you really going to press it?"

Shen Zhong put the cigarette back in his hand.

"according to."

Zhou Weiguo took a deep breath and pressed Enter.

Snapped.

The numbers on the big screen started to reverse.

The first stroke.

The second stroke.

The seventeenth stroke.

The 326th stroke.

As the green progress bar moves forward, the balance of the overseas fund pool decreases, while the balance of the domestic regulatory account increases.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the screen, muttering to himself.

"Don't stop, don't disconnect, don't play dead."

Someone on the overseas bank's hotline was getting anxious.

"Your actions are too swift; we need to synchronize our risk control measures!"

Zhou Weiguo retorted directly.

"Was the risk control engineer asleep when you stopped us?"

The other party went silent.

Shen Zhong stood in front of the large screen, his expression unchanged.

Old Xu held the cup tightly, pressing the lid down firmly.

When the progress bar reached 92%, the screen froze for a moment.

Zhou Weiguo's back tensed up instantly.

"They want to hang up the last layer of tickets."

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"Smash it open."

"clear."

Zhou Weiguo pushed the Xishan key to the highest signature position, and then packaged and pressed the entire forged authorization chain under Qin Kewen's name onto it.

"Fraudulent transaction identification".

"Identification of illegal fund custody."

"Recognition of the recovery of classified war preparedness funds."

"Overwrite with highest privileges".

He gritted his teeth and typed out the last line of command.

"Funds will be forcibly rejected via the original payment method!"

The Enter key is pressed.

The screen froze, and then the green numbers poured back like water.

hundred percent.

Three billion.

The funds have been deposited into the special account for the supervision of domestic military expenditures.

The printer started working.

Da da da.

When the receipt was handed back to him, Zhou Weiguo leaned back in his chair, almost bursting out laughing.

"Sir, the money is back."

Shen Zhong took the receipt and glanced at the amount and the account stamp.

The 3 billion yuan in war reserve funds has been recovered.

Old Xu reached out and took the second copy, staring at the string of numbers for a long time.

"Send it to an auditor."

Zhou Weiguo immediately stood up. "I'll seal it myself."

Shen Zhong put the receipt into the evidence bag and turned to leave.

Zhou Weiguo chased after him, clutching the documents.

"Sir, if Qin Kewen knew about this, he probably wouldn't be able to eat."

Shen Zhong's steps did not stop.

"Let him know."

……

Xishan Interrogation Room.

Qin Kewen was brought back to the table.

He saw the evidence bag in Shen Zhong's hand, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Shen Zhong placed the receipt on the table and pushed it in front of him.

Qin Kewen lowered his head.

That string of numbers was very long.

He was tall enough to crush his last remaining reliance.

Zhou Weiguo stood to the side, his smile restrained.

"Mr. Qin, the service at your overseas counter was quite good; you got every penny back."

Qin Kewen stared at the receipt, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

"How did they get the necessary permissions?"

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"You have accounts."

He pushed another evidence package catalog over.

"We have that too."

Qin Kewen looked up, and the previous composure was finally gone from his eyes.

Old Xu sat opposite him, his tone indifferent.

"With 3 billion going back to the national treasury, your overseas trump cards are gone."

Qin Kewen remained silent.

The interrogation room light shone on his face, clearly illuminating his exhaustion.

Shen Zhong put the receipt back into the evidence bag.

"Qin Kewen, the state property has been recovered."

He paused for a moment.

"Next, those who have carried the stigma for twenty years will finally see the light of day again."