Three years have passed since then, a stretch of time that feels both fleeting and surreal. During this period, I've amassed nearly ten million yuan—a figure so staggering that even I find it hard to believe.
Each transaction brought in only a few tens of thousands, but over the years, with one deal after another, the amounts accumulated, steadily growing into this incredible sum.
In these years, I've purchased real estate in my parents' names and transferred my daughter to one of the most prestigious schools in the city.
Whatever my daughter desires, I make sure she has it, regardless of whether those things eventually end up discarded like junk. It doesn't bother me—I just want her to be happy.
Deep down, I've always been aware that earning money through such illicit means, no matter how meticulously concealed, carries an inevitable risk of exposure.
That's why, early on, I heeded my close friend's advice and converted the majority of the funds into cryptocurrency, earmarking it solely for my daughter.
In my eyes, even if the day comes when I'm caught and spend the rest of my life behind bars, as long as I keep my silence, no one will be able to take that money from her.
For her future security, for a life free of want, I am willing to bear any cost, no matter how great.
And yet, one thing continues to weigh on my mind, a question I can't seem to unravel, no matter how much I think about it.