As Zhao Jiangchuan said, the old clothes and quilts thrown all over the ground and the overturned tables and cabinets made the bedroom of only a dozen square meters look chaotic, and the mess looked like it had been swept by a hurricane.

The lock on the floor of the door, which had been clearly broken by violence, proved that all this was caused by the presence of thieves.

It's just that Zhao Jiangchuan's face didn't have the panic and anger that a thief at home should have, as if he was pretending to be anxious and panicked when he called Zhao Donglai before.

The reason is simple, Zhao Jiangchuan was originally pretended.

In order to create this thief incident, Zhao Jiangchuan also used his brain a little, and even deliberately delayed it until the end of the midterm exam in order to be more realistic.

All the reasons were a small wooden box thrown on the ground in front of him.

From that time Wang Erxi appeared in his house, Zhao Jiangchuan realized that his father was probably already trapped now, in order to know how deep Zhao Donglai had fallen.

After school at noon, Zhao Jiangchuan took advantage of the fact that there was no one at home, and it didn't take much effort to find this small wooden box.

Zhao Jiangchuan had already seen the things in the small wooden box, and even in order to open the small wooden box so that Zhao Donglai would not find out, he deliberately used a screwdriver to remove all the screws on the wooden box and install them again.

Inside, except for a black notebook, there were piles of neat hundred-dollar bills, a full thirteen piles, and in addition to these, there were twenty dark green bills.

Not much, twenty dollars in denominations of one hundred dollars.

Even if Zhao Jiangchuan had expected it, he was still taken aback by what he found out that day.

130,000 yuan in cash, the 20 US dollars are worth almost 20,000 at the current exchange rate, which means that Zhao Donglai has embezzled 150,000 yuan.

That's 150,000.

Nowadays, the salary of some teachers is only 100 and 200 a month, and the workers in the factory may be higher, but it is only 2 or 300.

Even if it is Zhao Donglai himself, it is about 300 yuan a month.

This is still the income in the city, and if you put it in the rural area, it is a great idea for a person to have an income of 1,000 yuan a year.

The 150,000 made Zhao Jiangchuan immediately realize that the time left for him was much less than previously estimated.

Because some things can be made up after they have been done, but some things are too late to be reversed.

If Zhao Donglai can't be reined in before he falls deeper, then even if more money is handed over in the future, I am afraid that he will not be able to avoid being sentenced in the future.

Zhao Jiangchuan knew very well that just talking about it would definitely not be able to make Zhao Donglai stop, and with the height he was at later, it was actually very clear that Zhao Donglai might also be involuntarily going with the flow.

But Zhao Jiangchuan knew better that if he continued like this, it would be a dead end sooner or later, so he simply made a crime scene that killed two birds with one stone.

As for whether Zhao Donglai will call the police for this matter, and then find out that he did it and beat him to death, the previous phone call has explained everything, and even the bank dare not let the embezzled money go, where do you dare to call the police.

After examining the deliberately created crime scene again, and after finding no loopholes, Zhao Jiangchuan raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Ten minutes have passed since Zhao Donglai passed before, and according to the distance from the customs building to his home, Zhao Donglai will be able to reach home in twenty minutes at the earliest.

There's still plenty of time.

According to the plan prepared earlier, Zhao Jiangchuan packed all the money in the small wooden box into a bag he was carrying, and the heavy feeling made his heart heavy.

Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and thought: "Dad, you really think we are the Zhao family, but our Zhao is a fake!"

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Dong came home.

This was ten minutes earlier than Zhao Jiangchuan's estimated time, and he was almost scared to death when he was sitting on the sofa and waiting.

Fortunately, he had already put the bag where the money was put in a safe place five minutes ago, and fortunately, Zhao Donglai hurriedly walked inside as soon as he entered the door, so he didn't see the anger and worry that he hadn't had time to pretend to be.

When he was riding on the road, Zhao Donglai had been secretly praying that the small wooden box he had secretly placed would not be lost, not only because of the 150,000 huge money inside, but also because of the inconspicuous black notebook.

If you lose the money, you can make it again, but that black notebook will be fatal, and once that notebook falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will be a big trouble.

But things are often afraid of something, when Zhao Donglai rushed into the bedroom, the whole person was stunned, and the appearance of the house as if it was being crossed by locusts made him immediately realize that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the little wooden box he had kept under the bed was gone.

After finding that the small wooden box was lost, Zhao Donglai's face instantly turned pale and pale, although it was heartbreaking to lose the huge sum of 150,000 yuan, what he was really afraid of was the possible consequences of the black notebook.

How could the box be lost if it was so hidden?

What if the thief reads the contents of the notebook? What if the thief threatens him with those contents? What if he is reported?

What makes Zhao Donglai dare not think deeply is that if he is not robbed, he is ......

Cold sweat ran down Zhao Donglai's forehead, and what he was most worried about still happened.

It didn't take long for Huang Yajuan, who received the news from Zhao Donglai, to also come back, and after seeing everything at home, she hurriedly asked: "Donglai, that..."

Decades of husband and wife, where would Zhao Dong come and not know what Huang Yajuan was going to say, he quickly forcibly calmed down and was ready to interrupt Huang Yajuan's words.

When Zhao Donglai turned around again, his face had already returned to normal, as if everything just now was an illusion, and he seemed to say very casually:

"Juanzi, why did you come back so quickly, there is nothing valuable at home, what are you doing so fast. ”

Zhao Donglai's words made Huang Yajuan swallow her words immediately, she understood that her man didn't want her son to know those things that shouldn't be known.

Zhao Jiangchuan also secretly admired his father's reaction, no wonder he was the person who was able to get mixed with the director to embezzle tens of millions later, if this matter was not planned by him, just Zhao Donglai's current reaction could really deceive him.

"Dad, why don't we call the police, and when the police catch him later, they can't kill him. ”

At the end, Zhao Jiangchuan added in his heart: "Dad, don't beat me to death in the future." ”

Without waiting for Zhao Dong to speak, Huang Yajuan, who was standing on the side, was frightened, and she hurriedly said, "Don't, don't call the police." ”

"Now that the New Year is approaching, the police force in various places is seriously insufficient, anyway, our family has not lost anything, so don't make trouble for the police comrades. ”

Zhao Donglai's high-sounding words made Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, and he couldn't help but think secretly.

Dad, there is no problem with your acting skills to be an actor, otherwise, we will not be corrupt officials in the future!