Shi Fengyue's temporary laboratory is right next to Jiang Chen's office. The layout and size are similar, but the furnishings and feel are completely different.

Jiang Chen's office filing cabinets took up an entire wall, and other documents were placed in different categories. It wasn't messy, but it looked a bit crowded. Shi Fengyue's laboratory was very spacious. In addition to a long table with several research institute-specific computers and two chairs, there was not even a chair for the second guest.

The spaces are of the same size, but in comparison, Shi Fengyue's space seems to be a lot bigger.

This was He Yanya's first time to come to the experimental area here, and Yu Yi's first time to come to Shi Fengyue's laboratory. Both of them were a little surprised. Shi Fengyue looked noble and difficult to serve. In addition, he had a distinguished family background, and because of his health reasons, he had lived a life of luxury since childhood. They did not expect his working environment to be so simple.

However, their attention only stayed there for a moment, and soon shifted to the two people who were huddled together looking at the computer.

Yu Yi walked over and asked, "How is it?"

The file was very large and took a while to be printed out. This was a rare occurrence on the computers at the military institute. Except for Shi Fengyue, the other three held their breath, wanting to see what extraordinary things were recorded in it.

The document named "Best Choice Exchange Item Record Form" was quickly loaded, but it was not dozens or hundreds of pages as they had imagined. It only had three pages, all in the form of a spreadsheet.

This document has a similar name to the previous "Best Choice Record Sheet" and does not seem to be much different from the initially hacked Best Choice Record Sheet. However, even though the text inside has been translated, it is disorganized and confusing.

But this is the highest level confidential file second only to the core data of the system, and the contents inside are by no means simple.

"Pot, bracelet, antique, knife..." Yu Yi glanced at the seemingly simplest nouns and read them out unconsciously: "If we look at these things according to the rules, the common point is that they are all made of metal, but there are also toilet paper, water cups... cockroaches? What is this table recording?"

Yu Yi's question was also the question of Jiang Chen and others. This table only recorded three columns, namely: exchange items, exchanged items, and exchange location.

The locations were unremarkable, scattered all over Yan City, and the exchanged items and the items being exchanged were even more irregular. There was everything, sometimes paper towels and cups, sometimes knives and fruits, there was no pattern to follow.

Several people studied it for a whole morning, trying to find the pattern in their own way, but to no avail.

Jiang Chen was not upset about this. It took him two months to crack and open the folder. Now it was the last step. He had enough patience to find the secret of the folder.

Zhangshan Prison.

"The person you want to see doesn't see you, so don't ask anymore."

Seeing He Qianjian walking towards them, the young prison guard became a little impatient and gave the answer before he even opened his mouth.

He Qianjian paused and saw the disdain and irritability on the prison guard's face. Resentment and humiliation flashed in his eyes. If it were in the past, the man in front of him would not even be qualified to approach him, so how could he have the confidence to talk to him like this.

If it weren’t for Jiang Chen…how could he have ended up like this?

He Qianjian's face changed slightly and he clenched his cheeks until the smell of blood filled his mouth, and then he suppressed the surging hatred.

As long as he can get out of here, he will make Jiang Chen pay a million times the price!

"Brother." He Qianjian was not handsome, but he looked delicate because of his fair skin. At this moment, there were a few bruises on his face, and he looked careful and flattering, making it difficult for people to say harsh words to him.

The prison guard looked He Qianjian up and down, thinking of how much suffering He Qianjian had gone through before coming here, and how he became so cautious. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little softer: "We have contacted your family for you, but they don't have time to see you for the time being. The young master Jiang you want to see is also very busy now and has no time to come here to see you."

He Qianjian shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to see the He family... I don't know if you know my background. In fact, I am not a biological child of the He family..."

The prison guards only knew that He Qianjian had a special identity, but they didn't know other inside stories. It was lonely and boring to stay here every day, so how could they bear to give up the gossip that was delivered to their doorstep.

He stood still as a mountain, but his ears were perked up.

When He Qianjian saw the prison guard's expression, he knew that he had taken the bait. He sighed softly, and made up a story about him and Jiang Chen being taken away by mistake, disrupting the timeline and concealing and modifying all the events that were unfavorable to him or his image, portraying himself and Jiang Chen as innocent victims.

However, the prison guard heard the sighs but did not believe them all. There were at least eight hundred prisoners here, if not a thousand, and there were many who claimed to be innocent and wrongly accused. He had heard too many stories and had his own judgment.

"Then why did you kidnap Jiang Chen?"

He Qianjian shook his head: "I don't know why others said that I kidnapped Jiang Chen. We were both in the third year of high school when we met. I didn't even know him before. How could I kidnap him?"

The prison guard raised an eyebrow: "You mean the judge made a wrong decision?"

He Qianjian smiled bitterly: "The evidence is all there, of course it's not a wrong verdict, but maybe the He family can't tolerate me anymore, after all, I'm an adult..." He hesitated, stopped the topic in time, and brought up his real purpose: "I want to meet my biological parents. Since my identity was revealed, I haven't met them very often. After all, they raised Jiang Chen for more than ten years, so it's natural that they have deeper feelings for him. It's just that now I... suddenly want to meet them, but I don't know if they know about me, so I want to ask you for help."

Seeing his lonely look, the prison guard was touched.

Regardless of whether what He Qianjian said before was true or false, if he was really taken away by the wrong child with the real eldest son of the He family, then he really hadn't seen his biological parents for more than ten years. Now he has been in prison for so long, but no one has come to see him. The He family is not his biological parents, and they blame him for hurting their biological child. It's understandable that they don't come to see him, but his biological parents don't come to see him either. It's really pitiful.

"Do you know the address and phone number of your biological parents?"

Seeing that he agreed, He Qianjian immediately reported the address and number.

The prison guard nodded and said, "I can make a phone call for you, but I can't guarantee that they will come to see you."

"That's good. Thank you so much." He Qianjian's face was full of gratitude.

The prison guard checked the time and said, "Your exercise time is almost over. Go over."

He Qianjian obediently turned around and left, but had not walked far when he was stopped by a bald man.

"Master He." The bald man said with a smile, "Did you just ask the prison guard for something? Or did you want to file a complaint?"

He Qianjian subconsciously took a half step back and said cautiously: "How could I possibly complain, Brother Hei? I just want to see my parents and ask the prison guard to help tell them. I'm definitely not complaining."

"You're not complaining?" Heige obviously didn't believe it and approached: "Didn't you say before that if I dared to touch you, I would be in trouble? Aren't you going to find him so that I can be in trouble?"

The unpleasant air sprayed on He Qianjian's face, and his face turned purple, looking even uglier. His eyes were full of disgust, but also a little bit of fear. This Hei Ge was in the same cell with him, and before he entered, he was already the boss of the entire cell. There would be absolutely no benefit in falling out with him.

He Qianjian could only hold his breath and explain: "I really just want to see my parents."

Heige pinched his chin, put his yellow teeth close to his face, and suddenly laughed. His sparse eyebrows and triangular eyes moved, revealing a bit of ferocious cruelty: "Don't play tricks. Once you enter here, it doesn't matter what your identity is. What's more, you are just a toy that the He family doesn't want. If you listen to me, I will let you live comfortably for the next three years. Do you understand?"

He Qianjian was patted on the cheek, and the humiliation in his eyes almost overflowed. Even in his previous life, he was arrogant and had never been insulted and threatened like this. However, the situation forced him to bow his head. Now he had no system and no protection from the He family, so he could only endure it for now.

Heige pinched him and pushed him forward, repeating, "Do you know?"

"Know...I know." He Qianjian's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth. There was indeed a huge hatred in his heart. When he got out, he would make this man pay the price.

Heige dropped out of school when he was just over ten years old, and struggled at the bottom of society. Later, he embarked on a road of no return. He had seen all kinds of malice. No matter how well He Qianjian hid the emotions in his eyes, he could not escape his eyes. He sneered: "I don't think you seem to know, but it doesn't matter. I will let you know it thoroughly tonight."

He Qianjian was stunned. Seeing the undisguised lust and violence in Heige's eyes, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Waves of chills ran up from his toes, making him feel sick, but at the same time he realized what he meant.

——The exercise time is about to end. If I go back to that cell and wait until night, whatever he says will be the final word.

He Qianjian's scalp tingled and he started to struggle immediately. However, he did not exercise even when he was at the He family. He could not even beat He Qianmin, let alone the tall and strong man with muscular body in front of him. In a moment, he was kicked in the knee by Brother Hei and fell to the ground.

Heige stepped on his back and was about to speak when he heard a whistle. He loosened his foot, squatted beside He Qianjian, and threatened coldly: "I advise you to take a clear look at your current situation. Do you really think you are still the eldest master of the He family?"

He Qianjian covered his knees and took a long time to get up. He looked at Brother Hei who had disappeared in the crowd, his eyes full of viciousness.

Everything here was seen by a short and thin man. He sneered and followed the crowd into the cell.

The prison guard noticed He Qianjian squatting motionless, and walked over with an electric baton, urging him, "Go in quickly, what are you waiting for?"

He Qianjian tried to get up, but Heige's kick was merciless. One of his legs hurt so much that it felt like it was broken in half. He fell to the ground several times but couldn't get up.

The prison guard frowned, realized something, and said, "It's almost time, hurry up, you over there."

Seeing that the prison guard was just watching from a distance and had no intention of coming to help him, He Qianjian held on to the wall and climbed up while enduring the pain. He walked towards the cell step by step. The prison guard was still urging him from behind, forcing him to speed up. Just when he was about to fall again, a short man supported him.

"Master He, are you okay?" asked the short man.

He Qianjian saw the man clearly and frowned in disgust, but quickly concealed it. Even though he looked down on the man in front of him, he also realized that people who were alone here would be easily targeted, and he had to be with someone so that he would not be easily bullied.

"I'm fine."

The man seemed flattered when he heard him say, "I'll help you."

He Qianjian nodded. He both disdained his flattery and enjoyed it very much. Ever since his and Jiang Chen's identities were exposed, he hadn't enjoyed such flattery and caution for a long time.

Thinking of this, He Qianjian couldn't help but think of Jiang Chen again. He gnashed his teeth in hatred when he thought about how he was now out there enjoying everything he had before, with fame, wealth and power in his hands, and both his biological parents and adoptive parents loving him very much.

The man saw his suddenly gloomy face, and something flashed in his eyes, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and asked about something else: "Master He, you said before that you could ask your family to send some things over, and let the prison guards turn a blind eye and sell the goods to us, how is it now?"

He Qianjian paused, thinking of the He family who avoided him, his eyes became darker, and he said impatiently: "Still talking."

A trace of mockery flashed in the man's eyes. He nodded as if he had no suspicion at all, and said flatteringly: "I know that with Master He taking action, nothing can stump you. When we can sell the goods, we will hand them over to those bosses. With their protection, our lives will be better."

When He Qianjian came in, the first person he recognized was the man in front of him. This man could be bullied by everyone in their cell. Even seeing that he was a newcomer, they were cautious and did not dare to offend him. He Qianjian looked down on him, but after this man showed his goodwill to him and proposed to do business together to improve his status, he was still moved, because he was really tired of such a life where everyone could step on him.

Moreover, with this excuse, he had a reason to contact the He family and the Jiang family. Now the He family had completely given up on him, but he didn't believe that as Jiang Zhuo and Yang Si's biological son, they could really watch him live a miserable life in prison.

As long as Jiang Zhuo and Yang Si showed a trace of reluctance or heartache, He Qianjian could guarantee that they would help him plead with the He family. This was his fundamental purpose.

——Let the He family soften their hearts little by little, and then reduce their sentence and release them from prison.

Jiang Chen took a leave and found time to go back home.

Because Jiang Chen was very busy during this period, and each time he took leave, he was only back for a very short time, so Yang Si and Yang Yun agreed that every time he came back, he would go directly to the He family and the two families would have dinner together, so as not to waste Jiang Chen's time.

School has started now, and after He Qianmin knew that Jiang Chen was going home, he still took a leave of absence.

The two families had long lost their previous unfamiliarity and politeness. Yang Yun and Yang Si sat together, as if they were close friends who had known each other for many years. They talked about the dishes they had just learned in the past few days and where they wanted to go shopping. They were very intimate.

When Jiang Chen entered the house, the aunt at home immediately called out: "The eldest young master is back!"

When the people in the living room heard the noise, they all looked towards the entrance. He Qianyu ran down from upstairs, opened her arms and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms.

"Go wash your hands." Yang Yun turned around and called him, "There's some fruit cut on the table. I heard from your aunt that you didn't eat on time in the lab, so you definitely didn't eat much fruit."

Yang Si also smiled and said, "There are oranges that you like to eat, and they are all peeled."

Jiang Chen touched He Qianyu's head and led her inside. Not seeing He Qianmin, he asked curiously, "Where's Qianmin?"

"I'm doing my homework upstairs." He Yanfeng said, "I probably didn't hear you come back, otherwise I would have come down a long time ago."

As he was talking, He Qianmin came downstairs and saw Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up: "Brother!"

Jiang Chen nodded: "The league will start in a few days, how are you preparing?"

He Qianmin grumbled and complained: "Brother, why do you ask these questions every time you come back? It's such a bummer."

Jiang Chen: "Then let me ask something else. Shi Ao said you got into a fight a few days ago. What happened?"

He Qianmin's excited expression paused, and his steps towards this side slowed down, "How did you know?"

"Come here and let me see." Jiang Chen stood up and pulled him to look him up and down: "You are not hurt, right?"

He Qianmin raised his chin: "Of course it's okay, can they be my opponent?"

He Qianmin just came back today, and Yang Yun and He Yanfeng didn't know about this matter. However, one of them didn't interfere because he knew that he had his brother to take care of him, while the other didn't take it seriously at all.

Jiang Chen glanced at him, and waited until his smug look faded before asking, "Why?"

He Qianmin pursed her lips, sat down next to him, poked a piece of orange, and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jiang Chen didn't ask any more questions.

He was busy with work during this period and had less contact with He Qianmin, but he knew his brother well. He was not the kind of person who would stir up trouble for no reason. He must have his reasons for fighting. He asked one more question just now because he was worried that he was injured and refused to tell him.

Seeing that Jiang Chen did not ask further questions, He Qianmin relaxed his tense expression and moved closer to him, his eyes shining darkly: "Brother, is there any progress on your project?"

Ever since the last time He Qianjian's recording was cracked, He Qianmin would ask Jiang Chen this question every time he saw him.

Hearing his question, other people in the living room also looked over. They all knew that the things He Qianjian had done before were helped by something, but what exactly that thing was, what else it had done besides what they knew, and how He Qianjian obtained it, they didn't know and were very concerned.

Jiang Chen understood their concern and briefly explained what he could. When he mentioned the latest cracked folder, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did He Qianjian always have a driver to pick him up when he went out before?"

"Yes." He Qianmin complained: "He thinks that taking a government taxi cannot show his status, even if it's just 500 meters, he still wants Uncle Zhang to pick him up."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said to He Yanfeng, "Dad, can you ask Uncle Zhang to come home tomorrow?"

"Of course." He Yanfeng paused and raised his eyes: "Is it related to He Qianjian?"

Jiang Chen: "I want to confirm something."

"What's the matter?" He Qianmin was curious.

Before Jiang Chen could say anything, a cell phone rang.

Yang Si glanced at his phone and frowned when he saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Chen noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Yang Si shook his head and prepared to hang up the phone: "Unknown number, I've called you several times today."

Jiang Chen knew that she had a habit of not answering unfamiliar calls from other places, so he asked casually, "Is it an out-of-town number?"

"No, it's local." Yang thought for a moment, then switched his thumb to connect, and stood up and said, "I'll pick it up, maybe someone changed the number."

Yang Si walked out, and the others didn't pay much attention to him, continuing their previous conversation. However, just as they started talking, they heard Yang Si's voice suddenly become cold, "I don't know him, you've got the wrong person."

It seemed like an ordinary conversation about a wrong number, but the tone was indeed quite cold. Everyone present noticed the emotion in her voice, stopped the conversation, and looked at Yang Si.

Yang Si had hung up the phone and was walking back, returning to where he had just sat with a normal look on his face.

Seeing that she was obviously unwilling to say more, no one asked any more questions. However, not long after, her phone rang again. After she hung up, Jiang Zhuo's phone also rang.

"Wife?"

Before Jiang Zhuo picked up the phone, Yang Si took a glance at it, took it directly, and hung up.

Yang Si put her husband's phone together with her own. Her expression was obviously worse than before. Facing everyone's gaze, she vaguely explained, "It's a scam call."