Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Li Cheng slammed a document heavily on the table, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

"Brother Jiang, this is really weird."

He pulled out a chair, sat down, and spread his hands.

"The complaint letters were sent to the Songjiang District Discipline Inspection Commission and Wang Jianping himself. It's been three days, and there's been no response. Wang Jianping even attended the district's investment promotion conference this morning, looking radiant."

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

"Where's the land?"

"Zhao Gang's Runtian Environmental Protection has completed the final approval process and will receive the certificate tomorrow morning."

Li Cheng gritted his teeth. "These are solid details of bribery, even including bank statements from overseas accounts. How can you suppress this?"

Things really did turn out differently than Jiang Fan expected.

With such irrefutable evidence of bribery amounting to 12 million, an ordinary official would have been taken away overnight.

The worst-case scenario is that the other party retreats and observes.

But now Wang Jianping is not only fine, the process is actually going faster.

"This letter probably didn't reach the person in charge." Jiang Fan stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked at the bustling traffic below.

"Or rather, Qin Wanhao has people in the Songjiang District Discipline Inspection Commission. The letter was intercepted as soon as it arrived."

Li Cheng gasped; Qin Wanhao's hand was stretched out even further than he had imagined.

"And what about Wang Jianping himself? He saw those things with his own eyes, shouldn't he be afraid?"

"Of course he's afraid." Jiang Fan turned around. "He definitely couldn't cover it up on his own. The moment he received the letter, he must have used his connections at a higher level to forcefully suppress the matter."

Li Cheng panicked: "Then the ledger was stolen for nothing?"

"Who said it was stolen for nothing?"

Jiang Fan glanced at him.

"The ledger serves more than one purpose. If direct reporting doesn't work, then we'll try other methods."

"Alright, time to go home." Jiang Fan glanced at the clock on the wall. "I have to go to Su Yuyan's concert tonight."

"You're living the life you want," Li Cheng muttered sourly.

Jiang Fan ignored him, picked up his coat, and went out.

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It was a little after 7 p.m. at the Shanghai Stadium.

As night fell, the area outside the stadium was already packed with people. Glow sticks and support signs created a sea of ​​lights.

A black Mercedes was parked at the VIP entrance.

Jiang Fan got out of the car, followed closely by Song Siyi.

She changed her outfit today, wearing a French retro red dress with a cinched waist that accentuated her curves, and red-soled high heels.

The gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, still in place, added a touch of ascetic intellectual beauty.

"President Su's status is truly impressive, befitting a superstar." Song Siyi pushed up her glasses, her gaze sweeping over the long queue outside.

"Let's go, let's go in first."

Led by staff, the two entered the VIP seats in the center of the first row inside the venue.

It was exactly 8 p.m.

All the lights in the stadium suddenly went out.

The stadium, which held tens of thousands of people, was plunged into darkness, followed by a deafening roar of screams.

The main stage's large screen lit up, and a countdown timer flashed.

Three, two, one.

A beam of deep blue spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Su Yuyan has made her appearance.

Without any elaborate backup dancers, she was barefoot, wearing a long red tulle dress, her long hair flowing freely, leaning lazily against a huge retro birdcage prop.

The prelude begins with a stringed instrument sound carrying a hint of exoticism.

The whole place fell silent.

Su Yuyan raised her head, her eyes glazed over, her red lips slightly parted.

"She is like a gentle ray of setting sun—"

"How I wish, how I wish, that someone would appreciate it—"

The slightly husky bass reverberated throughout the venue via the top-of-the-line sound system.

The moment she started singing, many people froze on the spot, their waving glow sticks hanging in the air.

Song Siyi sat in the audience, raising an eyebrow slightly.

The melody of this song is so enchanting.

On stage, Su Yuyan's movements were very slow.

She reached out and stroked the metal bars of the birdcage, her body swaying gently to the rhythm, each movement perfectly timed, exuding a natural and captivating charm.

Singing the chorus.

Su Yuyan raised her eyes, her gaze passing through the stage lights and landing directly on the center of the first row.

"Come on, let's have some fun! We have plenty of time!"

"Come on, love, there's plenty of foolishness to be had—"

The last syllable rose, drawing out a soft, penetrating sigh.

boom!

The stadium, which housed tens of thousands of people, erupted in chaos.

Tens of thousands of spectators felt their scalps tingle, and screams rose and fell.

"Holy crap, this song is amazing! It's making my bones melt!"

"Is this still the same aloof diva? She's practically a bewitching enchantress!"

Su Yuyan sang on stage, but her eyes never left Jiang Fan's direction.

That line, "Come on, let's have fun," seemed to be sung only to him.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, looking at the radiant woman on the stage.

This song will surely become a timeless classic in the Chinese music scene.

After the song ended, the entire audience erupted in cheers.

The lights dimmed again, and Su Yuyan went offstage to change her clothes.

A transitional animation in the style of traditional Chinese ink painting was playing on the large screen.

Five minutes later, warm yellow lights illuminated the stage.

Su Yuyan changed into a bright red, modified opera costume with flowing sleeves that reached the ground.

She stood in front of the microphone with her eyes closed.

The prelude is an extremely melodious ancient Chinese style tune.

Puppet Show.

"Who are you mocking for relying on America to bully others?"

"How can two people be together without a heart?"

In the verses, Su Yuyan narrated them in her unique voice.

She perfectly captured the sorrow and persistence in the lyrics and music.

The audience was completely immersed in the emotions, and some even closed their eyes.

Song Siyi tapped her fingers lightly on her knees, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Just before the climax, the accompaniment suddenly weakens.

Su Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes and flicked her water sleeves.

"With delicate fingers, she touches the fleeting world—"

"On the three-foot-high red platform, everything is sung and played—"

The clear, melodious, and highly penetrating opera singing suddenly exploded in the ears of tens of thousands of people.

Without any trace of popular singing styles, this is the purest and most stunning opera vocalization.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was frozen in their seats by the sudden burst of operatic singing, their skin crawling with goosebumps.

"The songs of parting, sorrow and joy, have not yet ceased—"

"Secretly contemplating the imperial edict regarding appearance and demeanor—"

The perfect fusion of traditional opera singing and pop music, coupled with Su Yuyan's flawless vocal skills, elevates the song's artistry to an extremely high level.

With the release of this song, Su Yuyan's status in the music scene will rise to another level, directly achieving legendary status.

And all of this was because of the man sitting in the front row.

The song ended.

After a ten-second silence, the stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, almost lifting the roof off.

"Su Yuyan! Su Yuyan!"

Jiang Fan looked at Su Yuyan on the stage, a smile appearing on his lips.

Just then, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly started vibrating violently.

Jiang Fan took out his phone, and Li Cheng's name appeared on the screen.

The concert venue was too noisy, so Jiang Fan patted Song Siyi's hand, got up, walked to the soundproof door of the VIP passage, and pressed the answer button.

"Brother Jiang!" Li Cheng's voice was urgent, even slightly cracked, "Something's happened!"

"explain."

"Wang Jianping is dead!"

Jiang Fan's eyelids twitched: "What?"

"An hour ago, Wang Jianping jumped from the rooftop of the Songjiang District Natural Resources Bureau office building and died on the spot."