His blazing eyes moved to the screen on the far right, on which were some chat records between Li Hua, the former director of Tianyi Entertainment, and Jiang Li, which he had excavated from the information of the related people on Chu Yun's body.

Out of selfishness, he didn't give Jiang Futing this information at the beginning, and all his doubts started from here.

In addition to monitoring the information in the other party's mobile phone at any time, the implanted Trojan horse also comes with a positioning function, and Jiang Futing's mobile phone is rarely in a state of external linking.

But Lin Ziqing is still very careful to collect Jiang Futing's long-term life trajectory, and every new arrival point is carefully marked by him, and finally summarized into the entire data, through the existing trajectory, he has slowly sorted out the overall context.

Including Chen Jianan, including Li Ningru, these easy-to-collect character data from the side, the character of Jiang Futing in Lin Ziqing's heart as a whole was perfected, until an answer gradually took shape in his mind.

Jiang Futing has always been passive in these recent activities and investigations, but the final result orientation is beneficial to himself, and the final goal is the same, and they are considered to be people on the same front.

After Lin Ziqing came to this conclusion, the second time Jiang Futing asked him, the hidden Trojan horse had been completely activated.

This time, the task entrusted by the other party is a bit tricky, except for the surface binary format, the file is encrypted in a very complex form, this kind of technology is only very few people in their own acquaintance can do it.

In addition to the Song family, who is doing science and technology!

Sure enough, after he finally cracked it, the contents of the file brought him a much bigger surprise than he imagined, and he backed up the file.

While he transferred the files to Jiang Futing again, he unknowingly hacked and copied all the files in the other party's mobile phone.

The computer on the far left is playing Song Cheng being forced to threaten to do something bad at the moment, and in the table below the video, there is the information of a person Jiang Futing has never met.

Wang Yan, a student at Fengze High School, in the second (9th) class of high school, who has repeated a grade twice, has reached the age of 18, and was sentenced to three years and seven months in prison in June this year for the main perpetrator of rape.

Lin Ziqing swiped his phone unhurriedly.

The haunting of Huaxia International Hospital is still lively on Weibo, and some of the foundation's opponents still continue to hype up from time to time with the heat of the previous suspected psychiatrist's surgery.

Under the seemingly peaceful and lively surface, there is a hidden storm, and there are people who are not used to it stirring the troubled waters.

Lin Ziqing raised his head again, and the point on the middle screen that had been monitoring Jiang Futing's positioning suddenly lost its reaction completely somewhere.

It's like something went out.

He smiled suddenly, his usually calm eyes full of viciousness.

Since the monitoring point disappeared, it means that Jiang Futing has been discovered by them, and since the people of the Jiang family have been completely targeted, he doesn't mind pushing more.

Subsequently, Lin Ziqing did not hesitate to open Chu Yun

's account, the content that was repeatedly watched on the three screens had already been edited by him and sent regularly.

When he was done, he got up and stretched slowly, his fingers touching the button on the wall, "Click! "The room was completely plunged into endless darkness.

All the storms were brewing in the middle of the night, ready to burst out at dawn.

Early in the morning of the second day, Jiang Futing opened his eyes, and after a whole night's rest, his spirit eased a little, his limbs were finally not so sore, and there was a steaming breakfast on the bedside table, which had just been put down.

His daily routine is very stable, and the habit he has developed since school is that he will wake up at half past five every day without thunder.

He felt every move of the person who had just come in, and he felt it very clearly, the bandage on his right wrist had been replaced with a new one, and he couldn't see the blood oozing from inside.

He slowly sat up from the bed, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and opened the curtains.

The early morning sun suddenly poured on his face, the phoenix eyes slowly closed, the long and thick eyelashes shone slightly in the soft light, Jiang Futing peacefully felt the heat on his eyelids, and his brain was running rapidly.

At the same time, the outside world is like a shocking bomb, setting off an uproar, and the peaceful ward is like a safe house protected by secrets, isolated from these alarms.

The video of Song Cheng being coerced to apologize, and the chat records between Jiang Li and Li Hua, including the adulteration of the Song family's rescue list and financial fraud in the first half of the year, were forwarded over and over again.

Song's corporate and charitable foundations were instantly thrust into the limelight.

The Song family's stock keeps falling, there are constantly reporters at the gate of the company to denounce it, and Weibo is full of all kinds of people who dig up the foundation and the Song family's company to break the news, even if the Song family's public relations methods have been at the top level in the industry, there is a trend that cannot be suppressed.

Song Minghui just returned to the company in the afternoon, and as soon as he got out of the car, impatient reporters rushed up from all directions, and the flash lights were clearly extinguished on that somewhat sad face.

"Chairman Song, how do you explain the incident on Weibo about your son raping a female high school student from the same school and spending money to buy someone to convict him?"

"Chairman Song, is it true that the foundation's rescue list was falsified, and do you know about it?"

"It is said that the audit department will send someone to re-examine the funds for the first half of this year next Friday, what do you think?"

"There is also news that the death of the popular artist Chen Jiannan is inextricably linked to the foundation, have you been involved in this matter?"

The sharp questions were overwhelming, like a flood of beasts slapping on Song Minghui's body.

His rather dignified face quickly stiffened, and the secretary on the side hurriedly pulled the group of reporters away, "Borrow it, borrow it!" For specific matters, Chairman Song will personally explain to you tomorrow that these things on the Internet are all deliberately fabricated by someone, and they are nothing! ”

Song Minghui buried his head, followed the gap that the secretary and bodyguard had finally split for himself, and hurriedly walked to the building.

"Chairman Song! Chairman Song, you haven't answered a single question! ”

Stepping into the building with tight steps, the reporter's unrelenting voice was completely isolated from the glass door.

"It must be someone else's real hammer, and the heart is empty!" A reporter in the crowd looked at Song Minghui's back without looking back, and aired.

Another colleague next to him sighed: "Hey, wait! The news of the Song family has no clear things, so don't write it scribble, didn't his secretary just say it, will he send an explanation tomorrow, how to say it when you see it! ”

The people who couldn't hold on left in a hurry, and only a few people who persevered remained, still standing firmly in the cold wind waiting for Song Minghui to come out next time, ready to seize the opportunity to interview.

As soon as he entered the office, Song Minghui couldn't hold back the anger on his body anymore, slammed his handbag on the chair, and shouted at the secretary behind him: "Who did this!" Did you find out? ”

The secretary stood tremblingly in front of the desk, bowed his head and said timidly, "Not yet." ”

Song Minghui turned his head to look at him, and was furious: "There are so many people in the technical department, and you can't find any of them?" ”

The secretary stood there silently, not daring to raise his gaze, but his silent reaction gave the answer.

Song Minghui looked at the stunned person in front of him angrily, and felt that his chest was blocked by anger: "Let them hurry up and check, if they can't find information in a day, don't come to work!" ”

"Okay, Song Dong!" The secretary responded respectfully, and then continued to speak cautiously: "Chairman Jiang of Huaxia Medical Technology has been waiting for you in the private conference room. ”

"I see." Song Minghui waved his hand impatiently.

After waiting for the secretary to leave completely, his somewhat old body seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, and he was completely nested in the recliner.

Song Minghui lit a cigarette, took a sharp puff with a hesitant expression, and looked at a photo frame on the desk.

It was a photo of Song Cheng and him when he was young, Song Cheng was very young at that time, about five or six years old, and Song Minghui was holding his little hand.

And Song Cheng's other hand seemed to be holding someone.

But the content of the photo came to an abrupt end at Song Cheng's other wrist, and if you look closely, you can still see the untidy edges of the cuts.

A cigarette quickly burned to the end under his heavy smoking, and he stood up and snuffed out the cigarette butt in the water-stained ashtray, his eyes, which had just been wandering, regained his composure.

His eyes were full of shrewdness and calculation that had gone through all the ways of the world, and he strengthened his conviction and walked to the private conference room with his mobile phone.

After pushing open the door, Jiang Jianyong seemed to have been waiting for a long time, three empty teacups were placed on the table, the snacks in the fruit bowl were swept away, leaving some fine residues, and a large piece of messy melon seed shells were scattered.

"Old Song, it's time for you!" The moment he walked in, the other party stood up with anticipation and put away the depression on his face.

"Your funds have always been prepared to retreat." Song Minghui didn't say any more polite greetings, and asked straight to the point.

Jiang Jianyong nodded, with a worried face: "The back road has always been prepared."

Is this state of affairs completely unresolved now? ”

"Take precautions first, tomorrow Monday, if it's fast, my documents will come down tomorrow." Song Minghui groaned, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his scheming eyes, "It's no problem tomorrow, when the Jiang family's little cub is disposed of directly, there is no need to keep it anymore." ”

Jiang Jianyong was waiting for his words, although the money withdrawn from the funds was enough for three generations of their family to worry-free, but he was still a little reluctant to throw away his hard work for decades.

A glimmer of hope welled up on his face: "Okay, no problem, you can notify me directly!" ”

Song Minghui smiled and continued to accept the other party's sycophants full of essence.

The afternoon passed very quickly, and it was Monday in a blink of an eye.

In the lively campus, Jiang Futing was very absent this time, and this was the first time he had missed class. But these people didn't care about why he didn't come to school, and the content on Weibo once again set off a storm in the school.

"Student Jiang didn't come to class today?"

"Something happened at home, let's run away, others have hammered out the evidence of his father's embezzlement of charity funds like this!"

"I see that classmate Jiang is usually very upright, but I didn't expect my family to be like this!"

"Pretend, use one face to cover up your other face!"

The once glorious image was thrown to the ground and rubbed hard by the crowd who once worshipped him.

(End of chapter)