Tax evasion?

Why are you telling me?

Song Guanchao said, "Director Yang, I'm just a secretary. You should report this to the City Government."

"No way!"

"You can't tell them, absolutely not!"

"I don't trust them. I only trust you!"

Director Yang's voice suddenly became sharp, as if provoked by something.

Song Guanchao frowned immediately, what triggered Director Yang?

"Director Yang..."

"I only trust you, I can only trust you. I don't trust anyone else!"

"Secretary Song, not only does this matter affect my career, it also concerns you and all city leaders!"

This serious?

Song Guanchao was a bit skeptical, unable to comprehend how tax evasion could concern all the leaders?

Even if someone had business relations with the company, it couldn't possibly involve every department, right?

However, Director Yang's emotions were unusually intense, as if very frightened.

"Where is Director Yang?"

"I'm at home."

"Where is your home?"

"Room 1601, Building 20, Jiangpan Mingyue District."

"Alright, I'll come over soon."

After hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao said, "Director Yang from the Tax Bureau has something for me. I need to go over."

"Now?"

It's so late.

Liang Jiajia was a bit unhappy but knew that Song Guanchao's work was important.

"Then come back quickly, I'll be waiting all cleaned up for you."

Liang Jiajia teased, "It's my safe period today, we can go without a condom."

Song Guanchao was excited by her words, "Alright, wait for me!"

...

At this time, Director Yang was sitting on the sofa, beside him sat Zhu Qiushui and two strong men.

After calling Jiang Yiren, he looked at Zhu Qiushui, "Miss Zhu, I did as you said."

Zhu Qiushui smiled, "Thank you for your cooperation, Director Yang."

Director Yang said, "Miss Zhu, my wife and child..."

"Don't worry." Zhu Qiushui signaled the strong man with her eyes.

The strong man took out a packet of white powder from his pocket, opened it, poured it into a disposable cup, mixed it with water, and then filled a syringe with the liquid.

Seeing this, Director Yang turned pale, his lips trembling, "Miss Zhu, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Qiushui said nothing and took out her phone, engaging in a video call with someone unknown.

Soon, the video connected.

She handed the phone to Director Yang.

On the other side of the video was his wife and a boy and girl.

His wife was holding the children, face full of fear, "Husband."

"Wife, where are you?"

Then angrily yelled at Zhu Qiushui, "Zhu Qiushui, I did everything you asked, why don't you let me go?"

Zhu Qiushui maintained her smile, pointing at the needle in the strong man's hand, "Cooperate with me, and I'll let you go."

Looking at the needle, Director Yang was filled with anger and fear.

He knew full well what was in that needle.

But if he didn't cooperate with Zhu Qiushui, she wouldn't spare his wife and children.

Since Zhu Qiushui discovered he knew the truth, he had lived in fear for over half a month.

Afraid that one day he'd close his eyes and never wake up again.

But day after day of calm made him think maybe he was overthinking it.

After all, he was the director of the Tax Bureau, and he still had value for her to use.

She wouldn't go to such extremes.

But today she suddenly approached him, asking him to invite Song Guanchao over.

And now, she's forcing him to inject something into himself.

He knew he was doomed.

He feared death, feared it greatly.

But now, he had no choice.

He was alone at home, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't.

And his wife and children were still in her hands.

Director Yang bit his lip until it bled; he suddenly remembered the time-scheduled email he had set in his mailbox.

He raised his head suddenly, "Zhu Qiushui, are you sure you want to break down the façade with me?"

Zhu Qiushui shook her head, "Director Yang, you're overthinking. Breaking down requires balance of power. Right now, you're just a dog."

"Comply with me obediently, and you still have value."

"Of course, you can also refuse me."

She tapped the screen over his wife and children, "As long as you can accept the price of refusal."

Director Yang's face twisted in anger, "Zhu Qiushui, do you think I have no backup plan? Do you think I did nothing?"

"I can tell you, just a single hair on my wife or children, and this matter will be known by everyone tomorrow!"

"Oh?"

Zhu Qiushui smiled slightly, turned the phone around, and instructed the person on the other end, "Cut off Mrs. Yang's finger."

"No!"

Director Yang shouted, "I comply, I comply!"

Zhu Qiushui's voice was lazy, "Don't cut it for now."

Then she said, "Director Yang, tell me, what's your backup plan?"

"I..." Director Yang struggled for a while, "I wrote a report, it's in the drawer of my office."

"If something happens to me, that letter will definitely be found by someone in the Discipline Inspection or police!"

He indeed wrote this letter, but it was specifically to mislead Zhu Qiushui.

He was very glad he had multiple escape routes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten away without revealing the time-scheduled emails.

He thought this scheduled email allowed him to negotiate with Zhu Qiushui.

However, he underestimated Zhu Qiushui's ruthlessness and overestimated his own courage.

When his wife and children were threatened, he couldn't muster the courage to confront Zhu Qiushui even in a life-or-death situation.

He was even more cowardly than he imagined.

Zhu Qiushui noted what he said and signaled the strong man.

The strong man took the needle, and Director Yang closed his eyes, not resisting.

A few minutes later, Director Yang was ghastly pale, his body flushing hot and cold, twitching from time to time.

The two strong men were cleaning up all traces except for Director Yang's.

Zhu Qiushui stood up, "Your wife is at the abandoned brick factory in Mazhuang Town."

Leaving those words, she turned and left, followed by the two strong men after they had finished cleaning.

After they left, Director Yang's convulsions increased in intensity.

He looked at the phone on the coffee table, arduously moved his body, falling from the sofa to the floor.

He crawled, finally grabbing the phone on the coffee table.

Finding Song Guanchao's number, he dialed.

He knew what Zhu Qiushui intended. She wanted Song Guanchao to come over and make the police suspect that it was Song Guanchao who harmed him, to frame Song Guanchao!

Over the past half month, he had been investigating, trying to find out who in the city could be trusted.

Now, he knew.

Song Guanchao was clean!

Song Guanchao could be trusted!

Beep beep...

"Director Yang, what is it?"

"Go to the abandoned brick factory in Mazhuang Town."

Song Guanchao parked his car on the roadside, hearing his weak and trembling voice, feeling something was very wrong.

"Director Yang, what's wrong?"

"Go quickly, go quickly... go save my wife, save my children, Song Guanchao, please save my wife and children!"

Song Guanchao was deeply unsettled, what on earth happened?

He realized something very serious must have occurred.

"Director Yang, don't get agitated. I'll call the police now..."

"Don't call the police! Can't call the police!"

With a sudden flush of clarity, Director Yang's speech became fluent, "Director Qin is on their side, can't be trusted! Secretary Song, you're the only one I can trust now."

"Director Yang, what happened? Who's targeting you?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out, I don't know..."

His tone became intermittent again, "All I know is Director Qin can't be trusted. All I know is that a major upheaval is about to happen in Lingjiang, this city is destined to fall... please save my wife and children, hurry up, or there won't be enough time!"

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