"Hehe, Hao Wei's hidden account was really quite well-hidden. It took me quite a long time to find it." Lin Qiang raised his eyebrows at Zhang Jiaming, "That account is quite interesting, isn't it?"
Zhang Jiaming's eyes were hollow, he shakily raised his left hand, and due to nervousness, had unconsciously started biting his own arm, "You even found his wife's account..."
Lin Qiang suddenly had an epiphany!!!!
Relatives, relatives, relatives! He had been too hasty, blinded by a single leaf, and had forgotten such a basic trick!
The facts once again confirmed that Zhang Jiaming was just a useless slave.
Lin Qiang felt both elated and excited inwardly, and continued to bluff: "Yes, Wang Jiaxin did the same thing, hiding the money. It's a pity for you, working so hard for others, but in the end you only get so little money, you don't even have a family member you can trust, and still have to bear 8,000 yuan in alimony every month."
"You... you... found out everything... how did you do it?" Zhang Jiaming's legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground, biting his arm hard, his forehead covered in sweat, "I... I had no choice... This... was all on the boss's orders..."
"You just advised me, so now let me advise you... Let me tell you a story," Lin Qiang quietly squatted down in front of Zhang Jiaming and calmly said, "The Yamato, the largest super battleship ever built by the Imperial Japanese Navy, with a full load displacement of 73,000 tons, entered service in 1942. Whether in firepower or defense, it completely outclassed the battleships of Britain and America at that time. People thought it was the ruler of the seas, unmatched. The Japanese were full of confidence, believing it was the empire's glory, an invincible ship."
"However, it was at this time that aircraft carriers appeared."
"In three years, the Yamato achieved nothing, not even a chance to fire its guns."
"On April 7, 1945, the Yamato, sailing from Tokuyama Bay, was discovered by American submarines. On the same day, the Yamato was sunk by a U.S. Navy aircraft without being able to return fire."
"Submarine torpedoes are silent; aircraft bombings are indefensible. The Yamato was ultimately just an arrogant target. As an ordinary sailor, at the last moment, you either jump ship or wait for death." Lin Qiang smiled as he stood up, walking towards the conference room, "Which ship to choose is your freedom, Zhang Jiaming."
In the corridor, only a desperate Zhang Jiaming was left, slumped in the corner.
Who was really the battleship, and who was the aircraft carrier?
Was Hao Wei really a steady ship?
Are the leaders really an eternal truth?
How destructive were the torpedo's fired by Lin Qiang?
In Zhang Jiaming's bland life, he had never been in such a dilemma.
...
After a round in the conference room, Lin Qiang returned to his office and quickly contacted Zheng Shuai.
Beating the grass was only to startle the snake out of the hole.
Since this leader was not worth fighting for, then he'd fight against him.
"Are you asleep?"
"Not yet, what's up, can't hold on anymore?"
"I'm fine, just can't get away," Lin Qiang said in a low voice, "Come to the outlet now, if I'm not mistaken, Zhang Jiaming will soon go find Hao Wei, help me keep a close eye on him."
"Huh? Find Hao Wei, isn't he in jail?"
"That's just a smoke screen, I guess the old man is lying at home enjoying the show."
"Damn... whilst leaving you so exhausted... too despicable."
"Now is not the time, come quickly, help me monitor them, the key moment is now."
"Okay!"
After hanging up, Lin Qiang came to the corridor, just in time to see Zeng Baichuan and Zhang Jiaming coming out of the conference room. Zeng Baichuan's demeanor was as usual, obviously still unaware of anything. He smiled at Lin Qiang and said, "Manager Lin, want to go out for a late-night snack together?"
"Just ate, not hungry, you guys go ahead," Lin Qiang waved his hand.
"Alright then, help me keep an eye on things," Zeng Baichuan pointed at the conference room door, "Those young people don't know much, and need someone to watch them."
"Mm."
Zhang Jiaming kept his head down, not daring to look at Lin Qiang. Now, he was already with one foot over the cliff.
...
Dragon Spring Bath Center, third floor private room, two men were lying on massage beds, each with a female masseuse carefully massaging their feet. Zhang Jiaming sat on a sofa in the corner of the room, still uncertain and fearful.
"Team Leader Zeng, you've really been working hard lately, having to come out so late at night," the man on the left raised his glasses, his face full of smiles.
"Hehe, Director Hao, this is all part of the job. With this health treatment you're hosting, all fatigue just vanishes!" Zeng Baichuan closed his eyes, with an expression of enjoyment, and instructed, "Sister, use a bit more strength."
"Okay."
"This place is not bad, very professional," Hao Wei turned slightly, offering Zeng Baichuan a cigarette, "How's the recent audit going?"
"Well... this..." Zeng Baichuan lit the cigarette and chuckled lightly, "It's going smoothly in some ways, not so smoothly in others. Those young people under me found some checks and insurance plans."
He laughed loudly again: "But I didn't see any problems, so I didn't have them continue investigating."
"Right, there was no problem to begin with." Hao Wei also laughed loudly, "Team Leader Zeng is really capable, when you say there's no problem, then there's no problem. Even if there is a problem, it's not a problem."
"But there is still some trouble, Director Hao," Zeng Baichuan frowned slightly, glancing sideways at Hao Wei, "That Lin Qiang, at first he was very unruly, contradicting at every turn. But now, he seems overly honest instead, cooped up in his office all day, not caring about our investigation. I don't know what he's up to."
"Him? He's at his wit's end!" Hao Wei laughed dejectedly, "On one side he has a task of a 100 million yuan in sales to complete, on the other he has to accompany the investigation. Apart from slacking off and sleeping in the office, what else can he do? I guess he's probably drooling on his desk right now?"
"That may be so, but it's still best to be cautious," Zeng Baichuan's goldfish eyes bulged out again, "In my view, he's not a simple person. He should have noticed something about those accounts in the banking outlet, right?"
"It doesn't matter!" Hao Wei waved his arm, laughing, "Those accounts are very regular, nothing can come of it."
Zeng Baichuan thought for a moment, then turned to ask Zhang Jiaming: "Jiaming, has Lin Qiang shown any unusual movements lately?"
Zhang Jiaming frowned deeply, and after a long moment of hesitation, said: "Not really, but I'm not there during the day, you'll have to ask Manager Chen Liang."
"Mm, you need to keep a close eye on him," Zeng Baichuan instructed, "After all, we're in the middle of an audit. If something happens afterwards, it will be very troublesome for me too."
"Um... this..."
Seeing Zhang Jiaming's timid behavior, Hao Wei was slightly displeased and quickly responded: "Team Leader Zeng, don't worry, nothing will happen!"
"That's best, our work is best done without surprises," Zeng Baichuan smiled as he stubbed out his cigarette.
"Haha! That's right, some people just don't understand this principle!" Hao Wei quickly offered tea to Zeng Baichuan, "Work can be done well, but some insist on going against the leaders!"
"This is really... Lin Qiang, when he was at the Financial Street office, was transferred away because of this, right?"
"Yes, Manager Qian Cai had no choice, Lin Qiang is really beyond help!!"
"Manager Qian... hmm..." Zeng Baichuan muttered, "He used to be your superior, right?"
"Hehe, that's ancient history," Hao Wei waved his hand, tensed his palm and swung it down hard, grinning eerily, "Helping leaders solve problems, thoroughly eliminating troubles, this is all part of a subordinate's job, right?"
"Hehe... right, right, it should be, I understand now," Zeng Baichuan also started laughing. No wonder Lin Qiang was still being targeted like this even after being transferred here. The leadership's style was indeed tough and decisive!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.