Me! A high-ranking official!

The two chatted until midnight before parting ways. He rode his electric scooter, and the night breeze cleared his head considerably. When he got home, he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and couldn't help but think about the gambling addiction Liu Tao had mentioned.

If there's really no other way, you might as well give it a try. After all, it's a quick way to make money, which is better than not being able to pay off the debt of the money-making machine and having something taken away from you without you even knowing it.

The first thing he did upon waking up the next morning was to summon the treasure basin.

The bottom of the basin lit up, and the interface appeared. Today's population was more than two thousand less than yesterday's, and the money received was also more than two thousand less. This fluctuation was not noticeable in the total of more than 300,000 people, and it was a drop in the ocean compared to the debt of 20 million.

He put the treasure bowl away, got up to wash up, and had just finished washing his face when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a landline number, seemingly from a government agency. He wiped his hand and answered, only to hear a serious question on the other end: "Is this Zhao Jianguo?"

"it's me."

"I am Zhang Jianhong from the First Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office of the County Discipline Inspection Commission. Regarding your report on Cao Wenting's embezzlement, we need you to come and assist in the investigation. Please come to the County Discipline Inspection Commission's Petition Reception Office at 9:00 AM today."

He was prepared for the disciplinary inspection questioning. After all, he was a whistleblower who had made a real-name report, so it was no surprise that the county discipline inspection commission would definitely want to understand and question him about the situation he had reported. He glanced at the time; it was 8:30, so he had plenty of time.

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, he changed into a clean shirt, got on his electric scooter, and headed to the county discipline inspection commission.

The county discipline inspection commission is located in a four-story old building in the old town. The exterior walls are painted gray and white, and there is a white sign with black characters hanging at the entrance. After registering at the gate, I was led by the staff to the petition reception room on the second floor.

The reception room was small, with a long table, a few chairs, and a flowchart of the petitioning process and a few warning signs on the wall. After sitting in the chairs for a while, the door opened and two people walked in one after the other.

The one in front was in his early forties, of medium build, with a square face, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He was holding a black notebook. The one behind him was younger, around thirty years old, tall and thin, and carrying a briefcase.

The square-faced man sat down opposite him, and the young man sat down next to him, taking out several documents and a voice recorder from his briefcase.

"Comrade Zhao Jianguo, I am Zhang Jianhong, deputy director of the First Supervision Office of the County Discipline Inspection Commission." The square-faced man nodded to him and then pointed to the young man next to him: "This is Xu Ning, a colleague of ours in the First Supervision Office."

Xu Ning pulled out a form from the documents and pushed it in front of Zhao Jianguo: "This is the 'Witness Rights and Obligations Notice.' Take a look, and sign it below if there are no problems."

Zhao Jianguo took it, read through it line by line, and signed his name and dated it after confirming that everything was correct. Xu Ning took the notification back, turned on the voice recorder, and...

Zhang Jianhong opened his notebook and looked directly at Zhao Jianguo.

"Comrade Zhao Jianguo, please give a detailed account of how you discovered Cao Wenting's suspected violations of discipline and law, and the specific details of your report against her."

Zhao Jianguo sat up straight and organized his thoughts.

"It all started a few days ago when the results of my company's physical examination came out, and I was diagnosed with AIDS and syphilis."

Zhang Jianhong paused for a moment, looked up at him, then lowered his head to continue writing.

"I have always been a clean person in this regard and have never messed around outside. My wife, Xu Qingqing, is my only sexual partner, so I suspected that the disease was transmitted to me by Xu Qingqing."

"That day, I came home from work and caught Xu Qingqing having an affair with a man named Qi Xiongwen at home." His voice deepened, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger when he thought about it. "Qi Xiongwen is the son of Qi Honghai from the construction group. I caught them in the act, and later my mother-in-law, Cao Wenting, also came. Instead of stopping Xu Qingqing, she forced me to divorce her and leave with nothing. She even said that if I dared to tell anyone, she would use the power of the disciplinary committee to investigate me."

Zhang Jianhong looked up: "What exactly did Cao Wenting say at the time?"

"She said that if I dared to say anything out of line, she would exercise the power of the Discipline Inspection Commission to investigate me, and that issues such as my lifestyle and moral character would fall under the jurisdiction of the Discipline Inspection Commission."

Zhang Jianhong and Xu Ning exchanged a glance: "Okay, please continue!"

"I can't swallow this insult," he continued. "I know Cao Wenting received a lot of benefits from the construction group. The renovation of her house, those gold bricks, US dollars, and property deeds are all related to the construction group. So I went to her house, found those things she hid in a secret room in the second bedroom, and then reported her by name."

Zhang Jianhong quickly jotted down a few notes in his notebook, then closed it and abruptly changed the subject.

"Comrade Zhao Jianguo, you were the one who oversaw the renovation of Cao Wenting's apartment in Bishuiyuan, weren't you?"

He was taken aback when he heard this. He remembered that when Cao Wenting bought that large apartment in Bishuiyuan, Xu Qingqing said that Cao Wenting was too busy with work to keep an eye on it, and asked him to go and take a look more often. Since it was close by, he did go to the site every few days to keep an eye on the construction progress.

"Yes," he nodded in agreement.

"Including the furniture, which you bought in the past, right?"

He frowned: "Cao Wenting said she had found the furniture she wanted, but didn't have time to go. She asked me to go and pay for it and keep an eye on the delivery driver's installation. I just did as she asked."

Zhang Jianhong ignored his question and continued, "Was the placement of the furniture your idea?"

Zhao Jianguo's heart skipped a beat.

wrong.

That's not a good question.

"No." His voice deepened. "I was just arranging it according to Cao Wenting's instructions. And..."

He stared at Zhang Jianhong and said in a deep voice, "The cabinets that were blocking the bathroom door weren't placed by me. She moved them herself after I installed them."

Zhang Jianhong nodded, his face expressionless. He opened his notebook again, wrote a few lines, and then looked up: "There's one more question."

He winked at Xu Ning, who then took out a stack of printed papers from his briefcase, a full centimeter thick, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of him.

"We checked your bank statements." Zhang Jianhong's voice carried a sense of pressure as he stared intently at him. "We found a large number of unusual and unusual transactions on one of your bank cards. Please explain."

A large number of unusual, large-sum transfers?

He was stunned. He only ever received his salary and never had more than a few hundred yuan on hand. How could there be such a large transfer? He looked down at the stack of bank statements. The top page had a bank card number printed on it. Looking at the numbers, he vaguely recognized it. It was a card he had opened years ago, but he hadn't used it much since he got a new salary card. It had been sitting in a drawer at home. But these bank statements…

He flipped through a few pages, his pupils suddenly contracting: 1.2 million, 850,000, 2 million, 600,000, 900,000…

One transaction after another, densely packed, the total transaction volume on the entire card exceeded ten million, and he had never seen any of this money before.

Cao Wenting.

Cao Wenting was using his card to launder money!