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Seeing the confusion in my eyes, Professor Luo explained, "He is the most senior investigative journalist at the International Financial Times, specializing in reporting on financial crime. In the industry, he has a nickname: 'Financial Hunter.' For over twenty years, many major cases have had his shadow behind them."
"Do you know him?"
Professor Luo's expression suddenly became complex. He walked to the window and gazed at the distant sky, his voice low. "Twenty years ago, during the Han Sheng Case, it was he who helped me..." He paused abruptly, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes that I had never seen before. "In any case, he is someone you can trust. Over the years, there are not many who have managed to maintain their independence and integrity in the financial world; Zhao Deming is one of them."
That evening, I arrived at the café as agreed. It was close to closing time, and only a few scattered customers remained inside. I chose a seat by the window and kept glancing at each person who entered.
It wasn't until a middle-aged man with thick glasses sat down across from me that I realized this was Journalist Zhao. He looked nothing like I had imagined—lacking the aggressive demeanor typical of reporters; instead, he resembled a gentle university professor. But when he spoke, I felt a compelling strength in his words.
"The evidence you brought is very valuable," he said after carefully reviewing our collected materials. "However, to fully uncover this case, we need a key piece of evidence."
"What evidence?"
"They will conduct a large-scale fund clearing on the 15th," Journalist Zhao lowered his voice. "If we can intercept the transaction data at that time, it will prove this entire scam."
I felt a spark of hope. "But how do we do that?"
"This is the most dangerous part," Journalist Zhao said seriously. "We need..."
Before he could finish, footsteps suddenly echoed down the hallway. Journalist Zhao's expression changed. "This is bad! We've been discovered!"
Journalist Zhao was taken away, completely disrupting our plan.
"I have to save him!" I said to Professor Luo. " Journalist Zhao has crucial evidence."
"Calm down," Professor Luo replied in a low voice. "That's exactly what they want. They are using Journalist Zhao to lure you out."
I clenched my fists. "But..."
Professor Luo suddenly asked, "Do you know why I retired from the Securities Regulatory Commission all those years ago?"
I was taken aback. This was the first time Professor Luo had spoken about his past.
"Twenty years ago, the Han Sheng Case was very similar to this one. We also had key evidence, but at the last moment, I chose to compromise." Professor Luo's gaze dimmed. "As a result, hundreds of thousands of investors lost everything, and many families were shattered. I've lived with that guilt all these years."
He turned to look at me. "So this time, we must seize the opportunity. But we cannot act recklessly."
I understood what Professor Luo meant. The enemy was waiting for us to walk into their trap; instead, we needed to use this opportunity to our advantage.
After some discussion, we devised a plan.
On the night of the 15th, I took the initiative to contact them, expressing my willingness to exchange evidence for Journalist Zhao. We agreed to meet at an abandoned warehouse by the dock.
Before I left, Professor Luo patted my shoulder. "Remember, no matter what happens, protect yourself."
In the warehouse, I met the man in the suit. This time, I finally knew his identity—He Zhiyuan, the largest shareholder behind Future Technology.
"Give me the USB drive," he said lazily.
"Let Journalist Zhao go first."
He Zhiyuan smiled and snapped his fingers. Two bodyguards brought Journalist Zhao out.
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