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

Zhang Ke grinned, thinking to himself: To comfort Tang Xueqian's wife and daughter, do you think it's easy? took out the notepad, "Ye Xinming came here earlier than us, what we wanted to find, he took it first, and only left this thing, which may be more critical than we originally wanted." ”

The lights in the car didn't dare to turn on, Zhang Zhifei took the notepad and flipped a few pages through the dim street lights: "Nothing useful......"

"Uncle knows 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 all the things recorded in this book are useless?" Zhang Ke took the notepad, "A lot of things are just written for yourself to see, so that others can understand, but it will be bad ......"

"I don't know where you got these thoughts," Zhang Zhifei looked at his cousin 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 lights, and drove the uncle out of the city, while he flipped through the pages of the notepad. Although many people write a lot of things in their work diaries just for their own convenience, and some things that they can't remember, they will deliberately use hidden words, but the password system that ordinary people can use is relatively crude, the confidentiality is not strong, and it is easy to crack. Turning to the tenth day or so, holding the paper in his hand, I felt a little uneven, looked down, there was no writing there, raised over the head, there were traces of writing, leaving a word mark, the roof light line is not strong, and I can't distinguish clearly.

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

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

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

Rushed to the old house in the southern suburbs of Dongshe County, it was almost midnight, and walked into the mourning hall set up under the building of Uncle Zhang Zhiwei, the mourning hall was full of curtains, flags, and portraits, and the body of my uncle and grandfather was lying on the spiritual bed behind the curtain. Grandma sat on a futon and chatted with two old women in the village, cousin Zhang Zhiwei and three other night watchmen were playing cards in the next room, and Zhang Ke didn't see his father.

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

"Your father is a cadre in the city, how can he play a wild road card like ours, I let him go back to your house and sleep first, besides, there is no need for him to keep vigil......"

Zhang Ke's face was blue with anger, there was a fire hidden in his chest, and he thought to himself: In a few days, Tang Xueqian will be fine, see what kind of face you will put on?

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

Zhang Ke and Uncle Zhang Ke ran out of the mourning hall and ran into the hill, but they heard Uncle Tang asking the card friend in an inexplicable tone behind him: "Why am I too much?" ”

Zhang Ke followed behind the uncle, entered the courtyard of his house, the second and third floors were lit, went upstairs, and saw his father and cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching the video, it was the kind of old-fashioned video recorder with cassette, VCD machine had just come out in 94 years, due to the lack of film sources, no one in China could see the huge market prospect of VCD machine. The prevalence of VCD is due to the rampant pirated VCD film filling market on the southeast coast in 95 and 96, which provides sufficient sources for VCD.

"Did you catch 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 to his daughter Zhang Mei and said, "Xiaomei, quickly get a pencil." ”

"It's been half a month off, who can find the pencil?" Zhang Mei grunted, and when she saw her father glaring at her, she went to find a pencil in a proper manner. On the way, Zhang Ke found out every place with a word print, a total of 21, and blackened it with a pencil, and the handwriting was clearly displayed.

"Jiang takes 90,000 ......"

"Jiang takes 110,000 ......"

"Jiang withdraws 370,000 ......"

……

"Jiang takes 60,000 ......"

Zhang Ke quickly mentally calculated twenty-one times totaling 4.78 million yuan, and the largest one was 670,000 yuan, obediently, the corruption methods in the nineties were really fucking rude, too fucking unscrupulous, and he didn't know how to use the means of buying high and selling low to launder the money and then put it in his bag, that is, Ding Xiangshan pressed it, otherwise even if there was no notepad, as long as someone insisted on checking it, they could find Jiang Mingcheng's head.

The last three sums add up to 270,000 yuan, which corresponds to the three sums of money that Jiang Mingcheng remitted to Xu Si's account, and the time is in November 93, February 94, and June 94 respectively. Of course, the situation has not yet developed to this point, and Xu Si and Jiang Mingcheng have not yet taken the initiative to "explain" Tang Xueqian's problem to the provincial inspection team. So Zhang Ke has to keep these things in his heart and can't say it.

"This 'Jiang' is Jiang Mingcheng?"

Zhang Ke saw that the uncle pointed to the handwriting and asked 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 period of time, the Municipal Bureau of Letters and Visits received a report letter from the management of Xinfeng Group all day long, although the inspection team was sent several times to find out no results, but the mother who worked in the Municipal Bureau of Letters and Visits had an impression of the name of the management personnel of Xinfeng Group, and after a while, I saw my father put down the phone, "It is the finance minister of Xinfeng Group, this Jiang, It should be Jiang Mingcheng, judging from the records in this book, he took more than four million from the book, but there was no record of the use......"

"Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands, Tang Xueqian doesn't seem to have 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 find out about ......"

Ding Xiangshan's fall in 99 was not because of the financial problems of Xinfeng Group, after Tang Xueqian was imprisoned, the restructuring of Xinfeng Group was quickly passed, and the various problems that existed before Xinfeng Group were not exposed from beginning to end. At this time, when he went to find Zeng Jianhua, Zhang Ke vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of what was wrong. Such an important book, if it wasn't given to Tang Xueqian by Zeng Jianhua, then they should be most anxious to find this book at this time, it seems that Ding Xiangshan and Ye Xinming don't seem to be aware of the existence of this book; If Zeng Jianhua personally handed it to Tang Xueqian, then why didn't Tang Xueqian discover the secret in the book?;