When visiting them, Zhou Changlin could also imagine her angry face at the moment.

This was his office. Gao Han brought a stack of information over and happened to hear everything clearly.

"Mom, I'm still busy. I'll call you back when I'm free."

"Tonight, let's go back to Ziying Mansion for dinner!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was irresistible, and he hung up without giving Zhou Changlin a chance to react.

Gao Han put the information down and said, "There is information on spies that we found out here. Their network of relationships is very complicated. We have lost a set of data in our institute and have not yet found it."

Those spies didn't steal everything, they only stole part of it.

So even if it was stolen, it wouldn't be of much use.

"You mean, there are spies in our courtyard?"

The compound had been thoroughly searched inside and out, and Zhou Changlin really couldn't think of who else could be a spy.

"Are you going to Ziying Mansion tonight?"

Ziying Mansion is an old house that has survived from the last century and is also the last bit of dignity left by the Zhuang family.

Even though their assets had been liquidated and they went bankrupt, the Zhuang family still went to great lengths to buy back the Ziying Mansion. It seemed that as long as this mansion was still there, the glory of their Zhuang family would still be there.

The fantasy is that I am still the wealthy businessman who can call the wind and rain and get whatever I want.

But now is the new century, which is different from the old century.

People’s livelihood is everything, and democracy is the core.

The capitalists can no longer control the people as they did in the past. The people have straightened their backs and will no longer bend over to be slaves.

The sickle in the hands of the capitalists cannot fall on the common people.

Zhou Changlin sat down and sighed: "What can I do if I don't go? They call my office every day. Believe it or not, if I don't go today, they will find me here tomorrow."

"The banker has been in trouble these days."

Political Commissar Zhou was stunned: "Xiao Gao, what do you mean by this?"

Gao Han said, "Yesterday a family surnamed Zhao came to me. Political Commissar, do you know about this?"

The report letter was intercepted midway. If it had been passed on to higher authorities, this matter would probably not have been over.

Political Commissar Zhou became nervous. Although he told Zhuang Mingxiu that he would report it that day, he actually did not do so.

After all, he still had some illusions about Zhuang Mingxiu.

He thought that if Zhuang Mingxiu knew that he was wrong, he might find a way to calm the matter down.

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