Chapter 12

"Did you find anything useful?" Uncle Zhang Zhifei asked anxiously, "how did you go for so long?"

Zhang Ke grinned and thought to himself: do you think it's 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 thing, which may be more important than what we originally wanted."

The lights in the car didn't dare to turn on. Zhang Zhifei took his notepad and turned a few pages through the dim road light: "there's 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. How can you conclude that what this book records is useless?" 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 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 roof light, and drove out of the city by his uncle. He turned his Notepad page by page. Although many people write a lot of things in their work diary for their convenience, and some things they can't remember, they also deliberately use argot, the password system that ordinary people can use is relatively crude, the confidentiality is not strong, and it is easy to crack. On the tenth day or so, I picked up the paper in my hand and felt a little uneven. I looked down. There was no writing there. I held it over my head. There were traces of writing, leaving word marks. The light of the roof lamp was not strong and could not be distinguished clearly.

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

"Some places have been written in pencil and rubbed off with an eraser, but they leave marks. The light is too dark to see clearly..."

"Really?" Zhang Zhifei parked the car on the roadside, took the book, raised it to his head and looked at it with the ceiling lamp. "It's true, you boy. Let's hurry back and see what's written on it."

I rushed to the old house in the southern suburb 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 cloth curtains, flags and statues. My uncle and grandpa's body was lying on the mourning bed behind the cloth curtain. Grandma and two old women in the village sat on a futon to chat. Cousin Zhang Zhiwei and three other night watchers were playing cards in the next room. Zhang Ke didn't see his father.

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

"Your father is a cadre in the city. How can he play wild cards like ours? I told him to go back to your house and sleep first. Besides, he doesn't need to watch the night..."

Zhang Ke's face was so angry that he hid a fire in his chest. He thought to himself: in a few days, Tang Xueqian will have nothing to do. Let's see what face you will put on?

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

Zhang Ke and his uncle and Zhang Ke went out of the mourning hall and ran into the tableland, but they heard their cousin behind them, so they asked card friends in an inexplicable tone: "how did I go too far?"

Zhang Ke followed his uncle and entered his yard. The lights on the second and third floors were on. When he went upstairs, he saw his father and cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching videos. It was an old-fashioned video recorder with a cassette. The VCD was just launched in 1994. Due to the lack of film sources, no one in China could see the huge market prospect of the VCD. The popularity of VCD benefited from the rampant piracy of VCD films in the southeast coast in 1995 and 1996, which filled the market and provided sufficient film sources for VCD.

"Have you got anything?" Zhang Zhixing turned his head and asked. He saw the plastic bag in Zhang Ke's hand.

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

"It's been a holiday for half a month. Who can find the pencil?" Zhang Mei muttered. Seeing her father staring at her, she went to find the pencil in good order. On the way, Zhang Ke found out everything with words printed, a total of 21. He blacked it with a pencil and the handwriting was clearly displayed.

"Jiang took ninety thousand yuan..."

"Jiang took 100000 yuan..."

"Jiang took 370000 yuan..."

……

"Jiang took 60000 yuan..."

Zhang Ke quickly calculated 21 strokes, totaling 4.78 million yuan, the most was 670000 yuan. Obediently, the corruption methods in the 1990s were really fucking crude and too reckless. He didn't know to wash the money by buying high and selling low, and then put it into his bag, that is, Ding Xiangshan pressed it, or even without this Notepad, As long as someone persists in the investigation, Jiang Mingcheng's head can also be found.

The last three sums add up to 270000, corresponding to the three sums of money that Jiang Mingcheng remitted to Xu Si's account. They were in November 1993, February 1994 and June 1994 respectively. Xu Si worked in 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 stage. Xu Si and Jiang Mingcheng have not taken the initiative to "explain" Tang Xueqian's problem to the provincial inspection team. Judging from the time, that is, the next two days. So Zhang Ke wants to keep these things in his heart and can't say them.

"This' Jiang ', is Jiang Mingcheng?"

Zhang Ke saw that his uncle pointed to the handwriting and asked his father, but his father picked up the phone and dialed home: "Jane, do you have any impression of Zeng Jianhua, and does Xinfeng group have this person..." for some time, the municipal petition Bureau received a report letter from the management of Xinfeng group all day, although it sent several inspection teams down and found no results, However, my mother, who works in the municipal petition Bureau, was impressed by the names of the managers 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. From the records of this book, he took more than 4 million yuan out of the account, but there was no record purpose..."

"Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands? Tang Xueqian didn't seem to find the secret?"

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

Ding Xiangshan was sacked in 1999 not because of the financial problems of Xinfeng group. After Tang Xueqian was jailed, the restructuring of Xinfeng group was quickly passed, and the problems existing before Xinfeng group were not exposed from beginning to end. At this time, he went to find Zeng Jianhua. Zhang Ke vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong. If Zeng Jianhua didn't hand over such an important book to Tang Xueqian, their most urgent thing at this time should be to find it. It seems that Ding Xiangshan and ye Xinming don't seem to be aware of its existence; If Zeng Jianhua gave it to Tang Xueqian himself, why didn't Tang Xueqian find the secret in the book?

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