Haitianda is a technology company whose main business is software development and the sale of computers and related products.

If you look at the company's financial statements, the real profits from software and computer sales are pitiful, and most of the profits come mainly from investment income.

Looking at the company's account flow, a large amount of funds actually flowed to the company's accounts in securities companies and futures companies.

What's even more bizarre is that between Marriott Trading Company and Haitianda Company, there are frequent funds in and out.

It often happens that Marriott Trading Company transfers a sum of money to Haitianda Company, and after a few days, for a long or short time, there is a sum of money of similar amount transferred from Haitianda back to Marriott Trading.

Occasionally, there will be a large amount of money, from Haitianda to the account of Marriott Trading Company, and the purpose of the funds is mostly to "pay for goods".

However, since the end of last year, several large sums of money have not been transferred back from Marriott Commerce to Haitianda.

Li Ji also found that Haitianda, through Marriott Commerce, imported a large number of computer and software products from abroad, and the amount was very large, far exceeding the usual scale.

Li Ji checked the loan account page again and found that Haitianda Company frequently took out loans in CCB. The amount of a single transaction is mostly tens of millions, and in some cases it even exceeds 100 million.

However, most loans are repaid within a short period of time, and few exceed six months.

Li Ji was puzzled.

It is really suspicious that such a company can get a loan from CCB.

Just look at the report and you can see the problem. Such customers do not meet the Bank's credit access conditions at all. If there is no other reason, it is unlikely to pass the approval according to the normal credit review principle.

"People's Bank of China Governor Tang ......"

Li Ji remembered what Cui Hao said on the phone.

He flipped through the company's loan information, and in the "basic information of the company" section, he saw the basic information of the company's executives.

"Chairman, Tang Bin, MBA, University of Hong Kong,....... General Manager, Tao Shanming, graduated from the Provincial Finance School with a technical secondary school, and a bachelor's degree (correspondence) from the Municipal Party School ,......"

Tao Shanming?

Li Ji looked at the name familiarly, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard it. He thought about it for a moment, then put the pages back.

Outside, it was completely dark. Look at the watch, it's almost nine o'clock.

Li Ji stretched his waist, only to feel that his back was sore and painful. My mind was more like a mess, staring in a daze, and it seemed that I couldn't turn anymore.

There were some chills on his body, and he was snorting vigorously. Li Ji pressed his forehead a few times, sorted out the materials on the table, carefully put them in the filing cabinet, and locked them.

That cup of tea has long been cold.

Li Ji took a sip, and it was very bitter: the soak was too strong.

Turn off the lights and go out. With the cool air coming to his face, Li Ji felt better.

The entire office building was empty and surprisingly quiet. The lights in the hallway had been turned off, and only a few glare spotlights were still lit at the top of the staircase.

He was suddenly lonely. I wanted to go to Liao Ying, but I didn't want to move at all.

I haven't called my mom in a long time. But I took out my phone, thought about it, and put it back.

At this time, what can be said.

Li Ji knew that he was not a person who could hide things, so maybe he would miss a few words. If my mother knew, wouldn't she be worried about death?

The stomach "growled". Li Ji really didn't want to go back and eat instant noodles again, so he went downstairs out of the courtyard and walked towards a small alley behind.

There, there are several snack bars, which often open late.

When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw that there were still lights on at several doors. The lights were dim, and in the darkening night, there was a bit of warmth.

Li Ji walked into a dumpling shop and asked for a plate of dumplings. Just after a few bites, two construction worker-looking people walked in with orange plastic hard hats in their hands.

The two of them each asked for a large plate of dumplings, and while eating, they talked in their hometown dialect that Li Ji couldn't understand, and let out a burst of laughter from time to time.

Li Ji suddenly stopped being hungry and had no appetite. Looking at the two people who were disgraced and eating dumplings, but with a satisfied look on their faces, somehow, they were envious for no reason.

I barely finished eating a plate of dumplings, and I can't even remember the taste.

Li Ji settled the account, walked out of the shop, looked back, and thought to himself: If he really loses his job, I'm afraid he is not as good as these construction workers.

As the night wore on, there were few pedestrians in sight.

Li Ji walked out of the alley and walked in the flickering shade of the trees. The night breeze is cool, and it is very comfortable to blow on the face. Li Ji felt that his mind was much clearer.

It seems that a lot of Marriott Trading Company's funds have flowed into the stock market and futures markets through Haitianda. How much of these funds are bank credit funds?

Also, Wancheng went to Macau to gamble, where did the gambling money come from? Will there also be funds from loans?

This Haitianda company is very unusual.

The eldest brother's woman is the son of President Tang of the People's Bank, what is the origin of that Tao Shanming Tao Zong? It doesn't seem to be an ordinary person.

Just as I was thinking about it, my phone suddenly vibrate.

It must be Liao Ying, who called again without worry. Li Ji took out his mobile phone, looked at the number, and was full of surprise.

It was Wan Daming who called.

After so many years, Li Ji still doesn't remember when Wan Daming took the initiative to call him, and it was so late.

"Li Ji, is there anyone next to you?" Li Ji picked up the phone, and before he could speak, he heard Wan Daming's somewhat hurried voice.

Li Ji subconsciously looked around.

The streets were empty, except for a dog lying at the base of the wall not far away.

"Uncle Wan, I'm alone," Li Ji was suspicious in his heart, "If you have something, just say it." ”

"You alone know about this, don't tell anyone." Wan Daming was never more stern, which scared Li Ji.

"Well, well," Li Ji nodded hurriedly, "Uncle, can't you believe me?" ”

"Well," Wan Daming's voice slowed down, "it's because I trust you that I came to you." ”

Li Ji listened, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous: There won't be anything big happening, right?