Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 92

Chen Li didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

"He is Xu Zhihai, the nephew of Lu Changgeng, the former president of Juxian Chamber of Commerce. He owns seven or eight companies, Renhe being one of them. The registered capital is only 500,000 yuan, but the turnover he has handled in the past six months has exceeded 30 million yuan."

Song Qingtong lowered her voice:

"Part of this transaction record matches the transactions with the personal account of Sun Ji, the president of the Medical Association."

"The 500,000 yuan hush money that Sun Ji received came from the Renhe company."

The thread is connected.

The president of Juxian Chamber of Commerce used Renhe as a front to bribe the Medical Association. At a critical moment, President Sun Ji used the power of the review committee to clear obstacles for Juxian Chamber of Commerce's plan.

As for the procurement that was returned to Harmony Hospital, it was mostly a fake account created by Sunji using the resources of the Medical Association's administrative office.

The goal was to muddy the waters and hinder Chen Li.

"You're well-informed, help me check Sunji's schedule this morning," Chen Li said.

"You want to hurt him?" Song Qingtong asked.

"Don't touch him for now, find out where he is first," Chen Li replied.

Song Qingtong paused for two seconds:

"Okay, I'll get back to you once I find it."

Chen Li hung up the phone, changed into a clean dark shirt, and ran into Chen Jia as he walked out of the tea room carrying porridge from the kitchen.

Her complexion was much better than last night, but she was still a little tired due to lack of sleep.

"Going out so early?"

Chen Jia placed the bowl of porridge on the table and watched him button his cuffs.

"I have something to take care of, I need to go out for a bit."

Chen Li walked over, picked up the bowl of porridge, and drank it down in a few mouthfuls. The warm rice porridge slid down his throat, replenishing some of the true energy he had consumed the night before.

He put down the empty bowl, and Chen Jia reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, whispering:

"I never imagined there were so many unseen dark secrets behind this world. You need to be careful."

Chen Li pinched her cheek and comforted her:

"Okay, you can rest well at home. With bodyguards outside, no one can threaten your safety."

Chen Jia nodded happily and said:

"Sister Hong just called and said that she has reached an agreement with Xinghai Entertainment Company, a subsidiary of Xingyao Group, and can officially start working today to familiarize herself with the business. She won't be coming back to stay."

"She asked me to tell you to thank her, saying that her career would have been over if it weren't for you, her benefactor."

Chen Li smiled and said:

"Sister Hong is very frank and loyal. With her abilities, she can do very well anywhere."

He kissed his forehead, turned and went out.

Chen Jia crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking sweet and happy. Meeting him was the happiest thing in her life.

Chen Li drove, lost in thought.

Ye Zong's Emerald Villa was heavily guarded, and he was unaware of the commotion there.

But given Ye Zong and Master Guigu's unwillingness to suffer losses, even more troublesome things will soon come knocking.

Before the real trouble of today arrives, he needs to remove the thorn in his side, Sun Ji, the president of the Medical Association.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Chen Li stood in a tea restaurant opposite the Medical Association's administrative building, looking at the gray-white building through the glass window.

According to Song Qingtong, Sun Ji arrived at the office at 8:30 this morning, and there was an internal meeting of the review committee at 9:15. He should be sitting in the meeting room right now.

Chen Li finished the last sip of lemonade in his glass, got up to pay the bill, and pushed open the door to step into the morning sunlight.

His pace was neither fast nor slow; his navy blue shirt was inconspicuous in the crowd, but every step he took was steady and resonant, like a beast approaching its prey's territory.

……

The lobby on the first floor of the Medical Association's administrative building is spacious and bright, with marble floors so polished they reflect images. Two young women in uniforms are at the front desk organizing documents.

Chen Li did not register when he entered the room, and went straight to the elevator, walking with the ease of someone attending a meeting.

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?"

The young woman at the front desk looked up and called out to him.

"Chairman Sun."

Chen Li didn't even turn his head; he reached out and pressed the elevator button.

Do you have an appointment?

The young woman at the front desk persisted in asking.

"No appointment needed, but we have this."

Chen Li took out the special operations team's unofficial ID that Song Qingtong had given him that morning from his pocket and waved it in the air.

The navy blue cover and silver lettering flashed under the light, and the little girl paused for a moment, no longer daring to stop them.

The elevator doors opened.

Chen Li stepped inside and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

The seventh floor is the administrative core area, with dark gray carpets covering the corridors and portraits of past presidents of the medical association hanging on the walls on both sides.

When they reached the third picture, Chen Li stopped. It was a photo of Sun Ji himself, wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses, with a warm smile like that of a kind neighbor.

Chen Li glanced at the portrait for two seconds, then looked away and continued walking.

The conference room door was ajar, and Sun Ji's unhurried voice could be heard from inside:

"...Regarding the suspension review of Harmony Hospital, I suggest the review committee issue a preliminary opinion within three days. The materials were compiled overnight; please review them carefully after you return, and sign off on the required documents..."

Chen Li pushed open the door.

The conference room was small, with seven or eight people sitting around an oval table, including elderly experts and administrative staff in suits.

Sun Ji sat in the main seat, holding a document in his hand, his gaze behind his glasses furrowing slightly as he was interrupted.

When he saw who was standing at the door, his already furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Who are you? Where's security?"

Sun Ji recognized Chen Li, but pretended not to know him.

Chen Li didn't answer him, but turned and closed the conference room door.

With a click, the latch returned to its position, and the air in the room seemed to be compressed by something.

The judges sitting to Sun Ji's left exchanged glances, and one of them reached for the landline on the table.

Who I am is not important.

Chen Li walked to one end of the oval table, pulled out a chair, and sat down, his gaze settling on Sun Ji's face with a full table's distance between them:

"The materials Chairman Sun just mentioned, were they falsified accounts prepared last night? What was the amount for the repurchase from Renhe Medical Equipment Company?"

The temperature in the conference room seemed to drop two degrees.

Sun Ji's hand remained motionless on the document, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He was silent for two or three seconds, then looked up, a fake smile plastered on his face:

"Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about. If you have objections to the Medical Association's administrative decision, you can raise them through normal channels."

"You've blocked the normal channels."

Chen Li took a folded piece of white paper out of his pocket and pushed it across the table.

The paper slid to the middle of the table and stopped, with the writing facing upwards. It was a simplified diagram of financial transactions that Song Qingtong had arranged, with arrows clearly marking the remittance path from Renhe Company to Sun Ji's personal account.

"528,000, deposited a week before Tiger died. The remarks section says 'consulting fee,' but when the Economic Investigation Department traced the source of the funds, it didn't match any of the consulting services listed on your resume."

Chen Li's voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"Chairman Sun, what are you helping by accepting this money?"