After putting everything under the seat of his motorcycle, Song Guanchao rode to the internet cafe and opened a private booth, then plugged in the hard drive.
Half an hour later, Song Guanchao shut down the computer.
The contents of the hard drive were truly sensational!
There were videos of Li Fuhai with various women, and even videos of some other people.
In addition, there were videos of Li Fuhai bribing related personnel.
If this evidence were to be made public, it would probably trigger a minor earthquake in Lingjiang City, and a wave of cleansing would inevitably sweep through the officialdom!
Leaving the internet cafe, he went to the bank and inserted bank cards into ATMs one by one, checking each one.
There were five bank cards, the one with the least amount had four million, and the one with the most held ten million!
Just these few bank cards alone could convict him of having a vast amount of unexplained wealth.
He leaned on the couch, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.
The evidence was secured!
The current problem was how to hand over this evidence.
Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't turn it in himself.
Although he was just a driver now, he was nonetheless a bona fide civil servant.
Not every Mayor's driver could have such a position, but he did.
This was inseparable from the connections of the people backing him.
When he had transitioned from military service to politics, he had indeed considered pursuing a political career.
If the evidence came from his own hands, his path in politics would become quite difficult.
To report his immediate superior after just half a month as a driver.
In the officialdom, no one would dare to employ you.
"I've got it!"
After finishing the cigarette, Song Guanchao had a clear idea in his mind.
He grabbed his phone and dialed the unfamiliar number Zhang Ming had called him from earlier.
"Secretary Zhang, do me a favor."
"Go ahead."
"Let me know when Li Fuhai gets taken away."
There was a moment of hesitation on the other end, followed by an affirmative grunt.
The phone call had just ended when his mobile phone suddenly vibrated.
It was the home surveillance software alert, indicating someone had entered his house.
Opening the surveillance app, Song Guanchao saw a man in his thirties placing a half-meter long and wide cardboard box under the bed in his bedroom.
The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
Such a crude method of framing someone.
After saving this video clip, Song Guanchao bought a few USB drives at a nearby mobile phone repair shop.
He then returned to the internet cafe and copied several videos onto the USB drives.
After completing these tasks, Song Guanchao left the internet cafe.
It was four fifty in the afternoon.
He arrived at the home of Li Fuhai and his wife, a high-end large flat of two hundred square meters.
Just as he reached the building entrance, Zhang Ming sent a message: "The Disciplinary Committee has taken him away."
"Thanks."
After deleting the text message and call history, Song Guanchao walked into the stairwell.
The high-end residential complex, with one apartment per floor, required a card to access the elevator.
He could bypass the security guards to enter the complex but couldn't use the elevator without an access card.
So, he had to take the stairs.
Li Fuhai lived on the 12th floor.
Arriving on the 12th floor, Song Guanchao was neither red in the face nor short of breath.
The robust physique developed in the army meant that this level of physical activity was almost negligible for him.
"Ding-dong."
He rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
At 52, Li Fuhai's wife, Zhang Yue, was only 34 years old and served as the branch manager of Lingjiang Bank in Zhujiang District.
A typical case of an older husband with a younger wife.
Zhang Yue was young and well-maintained. Although her looks were not extremely outstanding, she was adept at dressing up and had a curvaceous figure with a hot body—a real beauty.
"Xiao Song, what brings you here?"
Zhang Yue had seen him only twice, but the impressions were deep.
26 years old, standing tall at 1.85 meters, he had a robust physique as a result of military training. His skin was the healthy color of wheat, and his short, spiky hair, coupled with his lean, chiseled contours and handsome features, made him unforgettable.
He exuded an aura of male pheromones that was simply irresistible to women of her age.
"Mrs. Li, Mayor Li sent me over."
"Come in and talk."
Inside the house, Song Guanchao swiftly scanned the surroundings.
The living room was huge and luxuriously decorated.
This house was worth at least ten million.
Zhang Yue handed him a bottle of imported mineral water, then sat down on the sofa, casually flipping her hair in a seemingly unintentional gesture. She crossed her legs at an angle, revealing a large swathe of flawless white that was hard for the eyes to ignore.
"What did Fu Hai send you for?"
Song Guanchao sat down neatly, his face serious.
It wasn't that he respected or feared her; he was just putting on a show to ease into the deception.
He looked around, then asked, "Mrs. Li, the children aren't at home, right?"
Zhang Yue paused, then shook her head, "He's staying near the school; his grandparents are with him."
Song Guanchao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then his expression became serious again. "Mayor Li has been placed under double regulation!"
Zhang Yue's expression froze in an instant, and for a moment, she thought she had heard wrong.
"Double— double regulation?"
"Yes, just half an hour ago, the Disciplinary Committee took Mayor Li away."
"I was about to have dinner when suddenly Mayor Li called me. He asked me to come here immediately and relay several important messages to you that are crucial for him to get through this difficulty."
"What did he say... What about Zhang Ming? Why didn't he come?" Zhang Yue asked in rapid succession.
"Secretary Zhang was taken away for an investigation as well."
Song Guanchao glanced at the time on his watch, deliberately displaying a touch of urgency. "If nothing unexpected happens, the people from the Disciplinary Committee will probably get in touch with you soon. Mrs. Li, I'll tell you now what Mayor Li asked me to relay, and you don't need to ask me about anything else. I only know this much."
"Go on," Zhang Yue was already panicking, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.
Song Guanchao said, "Mayor Li asked me to tell you to organize all the evidence immediately and take it to the abandoned factory at No. 37 Fengnan Road. There's a trash can there. Put the things inside the trash can."
"No. 37 Fengnan Road..."
"Mhm," Song Guanchao said, "Mayor Li insists that you take the items there immediately, before the Disciplinary Committee contacts you. There must be no delay."
After speaking, Song Guanchao got up, "Mrs. Li, I should be going now."
"Wait, wait a minute, Xiao Song, wait."
"Mrs. Li..."
"Wait a second, I—I need to prepare some things. Wait and take me there."
"This..." Song Guanchao feigned hesitation, his expression one of reluctance to get involved.
Zhang Yue suddenly clung to his arm, her ample chest pressing against it, deforming and soft to the touch, sending ripples through his mind.
Her voice was coquettish as she spoke, "Xiao Song, I can't drive. Please take me. It's just a drop-off. I'm asking nothing more, okay?"
Song Guanchao swallowed deliberately, his glance stole a moment to admire the view beneath her neckline, seemingly hesitant, inwardly struggling.
After several seconds of indecision, he finally mustered a difficult nod, "Okay."
"Mhm, just wait for me. I'll be quick."
Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into her room.
After she left, the corner of Song Guanchao's mouth curled up.
This woman, so easy to manipulate.