Chapter 12 Suspicious Clouds Covered by History

"Did you find anything useful?" Uncle Zhang Zhifei asked anxiously, "Why did it take so long?"

Zhang Ke grinned, thinking to himself: Do you think it's easy to comfort Tang Xueqian's wife and daughter? He took out the notepad, "Ye Xinming came here earlier than us, he took what we were looking for first, and the only thing left behind may be more important than what we originally wanted."

Not daring to turn on the lights in the car, Zhang Zhifei took the notepad and flipped through a few pages under the dim street light: "There is nothing useful..."

"Uncle knows who Zeng Jianhua is?" Zhang Ke asked him.

Zhang Zhifei shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't even know who Zeng Jianhua is, so how can you conclude that this book records useless things?" Zhang Ke took the notepad over, "A lot of things are just written for yourself, so that others can understand, It would be worse..."

"I don't know where you got these thoughts," Zhang Zhifei looked at his nephew Zhang Ke like a monster, "It's not like a normal child's thinking at all!"

Zhang Ke smiled, got into the back seat, turned on the dome lights, and let his uncle drive out of the city, while he flipped through the pages of the notepad. Although it is said that many people write a lot of things in their work diaries just for their own reference, and some things they can’t remember, they will deliberately use cryptic words, but the password systems that ordinary people can use are relatively crude, and the confidentiality is not strong, so it is easy to crack. Turning to the tenth day or so, holding the paper in my hand, I felt a little uneven. When I looked down, there was no writing there, and when I raised it above my head, there were traces of writing, leaving marks on the words, and the light on the roof was not strong, so I couldn’t distinguish clear.

"What did you find?" Uncle Zhang Zhifei saw Zhang Ke's strange movements through the rearview mirror.

"Some places were written with a pencil and erased with an eraser, but left marks, and the light is too dim to see clearly..."

"Really?" Zhang Zhifei parked the car on the side of the road, took the notebook over, raised it above his head and read it under the overhead light, "Really, you can do it, kid, let's go back quickly and see what is written on it .”

I rushed to the old house in the southern suburbs of Dongshe County. It was almost midnight. I walked into the mourning hall downstairs of my cousin Zhang Zhiwei. The mourning hall was covered with curtains, banners, and paintings of gods. Behind the curtain was the corpse of my uncle. of the bier. Grandma sat on the futon and chatted with two old women in the village. Uncle Zhang Zhiwei played cards with three other night watchmen in the next room. Zhang Ke didn't see Dad.

"Where's my dad?" Zhang Ke asked his cousin Zhang Zhiwei.

"Your father is a cadre in the city, how can you play the wild road cards like ours? I'll let him go back to your room and sleep first. Besides, there is no need for him to keep watch..."

Zhang Ke's face was livid with anger, and there was a burst of anger hidden in his chest. He thought to himself: In a few days, Tang Xueqian will be fine, let's see what face you will put on?

"Brother, you are too much..." Zhang Zhifei was so angry and annoyed that he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Ke, his uncle, and Zhang Ke left the mourning hall and ran into Yuanzi, but they heard Tang Bo ask the poker player in an inexplicable tone behind him: "Why did I go too far?"

Zhang Ke followed his uncle and entered the yard of his house. The lights on the second and third floors were on. When he went upstairs, he saw his father and his cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching a video. It was an old-fashioned cassette player. In 1994, the VCD player had just come out. Due to the lack of film sources, no one in China could see the huge market prospect of the VCD player. The popularity of VCDs is due to the rampant pirated VCDs flooding the market along the southeast coast in 1995 and 1996, providing sufficient sources for VCDs.

"Have you gained anything?" Zhang Zhixing turned his head and asked,

Seeing the plastic bag in Zhang Ke's hand.

"I thought you were playing cards, so I didn't call you," Zhang Zhifei turned his head and said to his daughter Zhang Mei, "Xiao Mei, quickly get a pencil."

"We've been on vacation for half a month, who can still find where the pencil is?" Zhang Mei grumbled, seeing her father staring at her, she went to look for the pencil in a proper manner. On the way, Zhang Ke found out every place with words printed, a total of 21 places, blackened with a pencil, and the handwriting was clearly displayed.

"Jiang withdraws 90,000 yuan..."

"Jiang withdrew 110,000 yuan..."

"Jiang withdrew 370,000 yuan..."

...

"Jiang withdraws 60,000 yuan..."

Zhang Ke quickly calculated 20 strokes in his head, totaling 4.78 million yuan, and the largest sum was 670,000 yuan. My dear, the methods of corruption in the 1990s were really fucking crude and so fucking unscrupulous. Knowing how to use the method of buying high and selling low to wash the money and put it in his own bag is Ding Xiangshan's pressure. Otherwise, even without this notepad, as long as someone persists in the investigation, Jiang Mingcheng can be found.

The last three sums add up to 270,000, which correspond to the three sums of money that Jiang Mingcheng remitted to Xu Si's account in November 1993, February 1994, and June 1994. Xu Si What happened after entering Xinfeng Group, that is, the last three sums of money were planted on Tang Xueqian's head. Of course, the situation has not yet developed to this point. Xu Si and Jiang Mingcheng have not taken the initiative to "confess" Tang Xueqian's problem to the provincial inspection team. Judging from the time, it will be two days later. So Zhang Ke wanted to keep these things in his heart and couldn't say it.

"This 'Jiang' is Jiang Mingcheng?"

Zhang Ke saw his uncle pointing to the handwriting and asking his father, but his father picked up the phone and dialed home: "Xiaozhen, do you have any impression of Zeng Jianhua, does Xinfeng Group have this person..." For a while, the market The Bureau of Letters and Calls received reports all day long about the management of Xinfeng Group. Although it sent inspection teams several times without finding any results, the mother who works in the Bureau of Letters and Calls of the city has an impression of the names of the management personnel of Xinfeng Group. , After a while, I saw my father put down the phone, "It's the finance minister of Xinfeng Group. This Jiang should be Jiang Mingcheng. Judging from the records in this book, he took more than four million yuan out of the account, but there is no record purpose." ..."

"Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands? Tang Xueqian doesn't seem to have discovered the secret in it?"

"If you find Zeng Jianhua, you will understand everything?" Zhang Zhixing called his wife again, "Xiaozhen, find a way to get Zeng Jianhua's address tomorrow, be careful not to let others find out..."

Ding Xiangshan's sack in 1999 was not due to Xinfeng Group's financial problems. After Tang Xueqian was imprisoned, Xinfeng Group's restructuring was quickly passed. The various problems of Xinfeng Group before were not exposed from the beginning to the end. When he went to Zeng Jianhua at this time, Zhang Ke vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong. If Zeng Jianhua hadn't handed over such an important book to Tang Xueqian, then they should be most anxious to get it back. It seems that Ding Xiangshan and Ye Xinming didn't realize the existence of this book; if it was handed over by Zeng Jianhua himself For Tang Xueqian, why didn't Tang Xueqian discover the secret in the book?