"Have you found something useful?" Uncle Zhang Zhifei asked anxiously, "Why have you been there for so long?"

Zhang Ke grinned and thought to himself: Do you think it is easy to comfort Tang Xueqian’s wife and daughter? Take out the notepad, "Ye Xinming came earlier than us. He took away what we were looking for first, leaving only this book, which may be more critical than what we originally wanted."

The lights in the car were not dared to turn on. Zhang Zhifei took the notepad and turned over a few pages under the dim street lights: "There is nothing useful..."

"Uncle, I know who Zeng Jianhua is?" Zhang Ke asked him.

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

"You don't even know who Zeng Jianhua is. How can you conclude that the records in this book are useless things?" Zhang Ke took the notepad, "Many things are just written for yourself. If others understand them, they will be bad..."

"I don't know where you came from these thoughts," Zhang Zhifei looked at his cousin Zhang Ke like a monster. "It doesn't look like a normal child's thinking at all!"

Zhang Ke smiled, crawled into the back seat, turned on the roof light, and his uncle drove out of the city, and he flipped the notepad page by page. Although many people wrote a lot of things in their work diaries for themselves, and they deliberately used implicit words, the password system that ordinary people could use was relatively crude, not confidential, and it was easy to crack. After turning around the tenth day, he held the paper in his hand and felt a little uneven. He looked down and saw that there was no writing in that place, and he raised it above his head, there were traces of writing, leaving marks of words. The roof lights were not strong and could not be distinguished.

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

"Some places have been written in pencils and erased with erasers, but they left marks, the light was too dark and I couldn't see clearly..."

"Really?" Zhang Zhifei parked the car on the side of the road, took the notebook over, raised it to his head and looked at it with the light on the top of his head, "It's true, you guys, let's go back quickly and see what's written on it."

I rushed to the old house in the southern suburbs of Dongshe County. It was almost midnight and walked into the mourning hall set up downstairs of the cousin Zhang Zhiwei. The mourning hall was covered with curtains, flags and statues of gods. My uncle's body was lying on the spirit bed behind the curtains. Grandma and two old women in the village were chatting on the cushion. The cousin Zhang Zhiwei and the other three vigilers played cards in the next room, but Zhang Ke did not see his father.

"Where is my dad?" Zhang Ke asked his uncle Zhang Zhiwei.

"Your father is a cadre in the city. How can we play wild cards like us? I asked him to go back to your room and go to sleep first. Besides, there is no need for him to watch..."

Zhang Ke's face was so angry that he was covered in anger, and he felt a little angry in his chest. He thought to himself: In a few days, Tang Xueqian will be fine. Let's see what your face will be like?

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

Zhang Ke, his uncle and Zhang Ke ran out of the mourning hall and into the ark, but heard the uncle behind him asking the card friends in an inexplicable tone: "Why am I too much?"

Zhang Ke followed his uncle and entered his yard. The lights were on on the second and third floors. He went upstairs and saw his father and cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching videos. It was the old-fashioned video recorder with cassettes. The VCD machine was just released in 1994. Due to the lack of film sources, no one in China can see the huge market prospects of the VCD machine. The popularity of VCD was thanks to the rampant pirated VCD films in the southeast coast in 1995 and 1996, which filled the market with sufficient film sources for VCD.

"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, "Xiaomei, come quickly with a pencil."

"It's been half a month's vacation, who can find where the pencil is?" Zhang Mei murmured, and when she saw her father staring at her, she went to look for the pencil in a regular manner. On the way, Zhang Ke found out every piece with the words, a total of twenty-one parts, painted with pencils, and the handwriting was clearly displayed.

"Jiang withdraws 90,000 yuan..."

"Jiang withdraws 110,000 yuan..."

"Ging withdraws 370,000 yuan..."

...

"Jiang withdraws 60,000 yuan..."

Zhang Ke quickly calculated that twenty-one transactions totaled 4.78 million yuan, and the most was 670,000 yuan. Beloved, the corruption methods in the 1990s were really filthy and unscrupulous. He didn't know that he could use the means of buying high and selling low to clean up the money and put it in his bag. That is, Ding Xiangshan was pressing him. Otherwise, even if there was no such notepad, as long as someone insisted on checking, he could find Jiang Mingcheng's head.

The last three transactions totaled 270,000, which corresponds to the three transactions of money that Jiang Mingcheng transferred to Xu Si’s account. The time was November 1993, February 1994, and June 1994. This was the matter after Xu Si entered Xinfeng Group, which was that the last three transactions of money were framed by Tang Xueqian. Of course, the situation had not yet developed to this point. Xu Si and Jiang Mingcheng had not taken the initiative to "explain" Tang Xueqian's problem to the provincial inspection team. Judging from the time, it would be the next two days. Therefore, Zhang Ke had to keep these things in his heart and could not say them out.

"This 'Jiang' is Jiang Mingcheng?"

Zhang Ke saw his uncle pointing his handwriting and asking his father, but his father picked up the phone and called him home: "Xiaozhen, do you have any impression of Zeng Jianhua? Is there anyone in Xinfeng Group..." For a while, the Municipal Bureau of Letters and Calls received letters of complaints from Xinfeng Group management all day long. Although he sent several inspection teams to find out no results, his mother who works in the Municipal Bureau of Letters and Calls has an impression of the name of the Xinfeng Group manager. After a while, his father put down the phone, "It is the Finance Minister of Xinfeng Group. This Jiang should be Jiang Mingcheng. Judging from the records of this book, he took more than four million from the account, but had no purpose for recording..."

"Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands? Tang Xueqian seems to have not discovered the secret here?"

"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 discover..."

Ding Xiangshan was not dismissed in 1999 because of the financial problems of Xinfeng Group. After Tang Xueqian was imprisoned, the reform of Xinfeng Group was quickly passed. The various problems that had existed in Xinfeng Group were not exposed from beginning to end. At this time, when he went to find Zeng Jianhua, Zhang Ke felt something was wrong, but he couldn't think of something wrong. If such an important book was not handed over to Tang Xueqian by Zeng Jianhua, then what they were most anxious about at this time should be to retrieve the book. It seemed that Ding Xiangshan, Ye Xinming and others did not seem to realize the existence of this book; if Zeng Jianhua personally handed it to Tang Xueqian, why didn't Tang Xueqian discover the secret in the book?
Chapter completed!