rpbooks Chapter 146 120 billion? This is ghost money sent to Zhao Lichun!
Chapter 146 120 billion? This is ghost money sent to Zhao Lichun!
At 3:00 AM, at the No. 1 Special Protection Building of the Provincial Party Committee in Handong.
This is the very center of power in the entire Handong region; normally, even a bird flying by would be scanned three times by infrared sensors. At this moment, a torrential downpour completely shrouded this Suzhou-style garden complex in a chaotic curtain of water.
"boom--"
The roar of the engine shattered the tranquility of the rainy night.
The black SUV, covered in mud and with several broken tree branches hanging from its front, ignored the armed police's hand signals to stop at the entrance and, carrying a lingering smell of gunpowder, drove straight to the bottom of the building's lobby steps.
The screeching sound of the brakes left two dark scorch marks on the marble floor.
The car door opened.
Qi Tongwei stepped out of the car. His tactical boots, covered in mud, splashed through the puddles, creating a cloud of murky water. He didn't have an umbrella, nor did he need one. Rain streamed down his chiseled facial features, washing away the still-wet bloodstain on his brow bone.
The passenger side door was also pushed open.
A snow-white, bare foot emerged, stepping onto the cold, damp ground without any hesitation.
Ye Cunxin carried the pair of broken high heels in her hands as if they were two dead rats. Her oversized black men's trench coat was completely soaked through by the rain, clinging heavily to her body. Because it wasn't buttoned up, the trench coat opened to the sides with her movements, revealing the tattered sundress underneath, which offered absolutely no cover.
Large swathes of her smooth, jade-like skin were exposed to the air, glistening with an alluring pink from the rain. On her long, beautiful legs, tattered black stockings resembled some kind of erotic decoration; a few strands clung to her thighs, digging into her soft flesh. With each step she took, the faint, mysterious shadows that appeared and disappeared were enough to make any man's blood boil.
"This place makes you feel suffocated just looking at it."
Ye Cunxin walked to Qi Tongwei's side, and her wet arm naturally hooked around his. She leaned against him as if she had no bones, her full breasts pressing tightly against Qi Tongwei's hard arm muscles, transmitting a burning heat.
"What? Scared?" Qi Tongwei turned his head and looked at this enchanting woman.
"Afraid?" Ye Cunxin stuck out her pink tongue and licked the raindrops from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with madness. "I'm afraid that Secretary Sha has a heart condition and can't handle this grand gift."
After saying that, she giggled, her two large, soft mounds trembling violently with her laughter, stretching the collar of her trench coat into a breathtaking arc.
Two majors from the Central Security Bureau, responsible for guarding the area, strode forward, their hands on their holsters, looking tense.
"Halt! Where is this...?"
"Get out of here."
Qi Tongwei didn't even glance at them. He pulled out a dripping black notebook from his pocket and threw it directly at the major's chest.
"Tell Sha Ruijin that Qi Tongwei has come to hand in his homework."
……
Third floor, Reception Room No. 1.
Bright lights.
Sha Ruijin, dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, sat upright in the main seat. Although he was woken up in the middle of the night, his hair was still neatly combed, but his bloodshot eyes betrayed his inner anxiety.
Across from him, Tian Guofu, the secretary of the provincial discipline inspection commission, was holding a teacup, but his hands were trembling slightly. The tea lid bumped against the rim of the cup, making a soft "clinking" sound.
"Secretary Ruijin, the phone over there has been ringing off the hook all night." Tian Guofu's voice was hoarse. "The families of dozens of bureau-level officials in Yantai, Luzhou, Lincheng... are crying and complaining that the police officers from the Public Security Bureau are like bandits who broke into their homes and arrested people."
Sha Ruijin didn't speak, he just stared intently at the doorway.
"Bang!"
The heavy mahogany door was kicked open from the outside.
Qi Tongwei burst in, reeking of cold air and the stench of blood. He hadn't even changed his shoes; his muddy boots left a trail of shocking footprints on the expensive handmade carpet.
Ye Cunxin followed behind him, as leisurely as if strolling through her own backyard. She was barefoot, leaving a wet little footprint on the carpet with each step. Beneath her open trench coat, a glimpse of spring was revealed, yet it carried a chilling murderous aura that made people afraid to look directly at her.
"Qi Tongwei! What do you think you're doing! This is the Provincial Party Committee!" Tian Guofu jumped up, pointing at Qi Tongwei and roaring, "Do you have no organizational discipline?! Do you have no sense of propriety?!"
"Discretion?"
Qi Tongwei sneered and walked straight to the coffee table.
He slammed the black leather notebook, wrapped in a waterproof bag, onto the table with a loud "thud." The sound was dull and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking someone's heart.
"Secretary Tian, this is exactly the kind of formality you wanted."
Qi Tongwei pulled up a chair and sat down with an air of authority. He took out a flattened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, only to find that the lighter was wet and wouldn't light.
Seeing this, Ye Cunxin lazily walked up to him.
Ignoring the shocked gazes of the two high-ranking officials in the room, she straddled Qi Tongwei's lap.
The hem of her trench coat had completely slipped down, revealing two smooth, slender legs, which were brazenly wrapped around Qi Tongwei's waist. She took out an exquisite silver lighter from her trench coat pocket, lit it with a "click," and brought it to Qi Tongwei's lips.
In the firelight, her exquisitely beautiful face appeared exceptionally alluring.
Qi Tongwei took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and looked at Sha Ruijin through the smoke.
"Secretary Sha, have you heard of the Jinshan Mushroom Project in Yantai?"
Sha Ruijin frowned: "That's a key poverty alleviation project for the province, what's wrong?"
"A key project?" Qi Tongwei scoffed, tapping the black notebook with his finger. "That's the money Zhao Lichun saved for his illegitimate son in Hong Kong to buy baby formula."
"12 billion."
The moment those three words were uttered, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Tian Guofu finally lost his grip on the teacup, and it fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.
"You... how much did you say?" Tian Guofu's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
"Of the 12 billion yuan poverty alleviation fund, less than 200 million yuan actually reached the people." Qi Tongwei's voice was icy, devoid of any emotion. "The rest is all in this ledger."
"Thirty-six shell companies, one hundred and twenty-eight transfer procedures, all of which ultimately ended up in the hands of a man named 'Liu Sheng'."
"And this Mr. Liu would go to Zhao Lichun's villa at Crescent Lake every weekend to trim his bonsai."