According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.
...Zhang Yongwei nodded and said weakly, "I know."
"Since you know, tell me everything you know. You're taking my salary and then acting like a traitor who betrays his own people. You should know the consequences."
“I don’t know how Lin Jianye knew I owed a gambling debt. He told me yesterday that as long as I go to the computer room, find the speed limiter, and turn on the speed limiter, he will give me HK$200,000 to break even.”
“I thought this kind of thing was not difficult, and I could get money to recoup my investment, so I agreed to Lin Jianye’s offer.”
How did he contact you?
"Telephone."
What call?
"His phone!"
Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and continued to ask, "Are you sure it's a cell phone?"
“Yes, even though I deleted his call logs, I think you can still find them,” Zhang Yongwei said.
Where is Lin Jianye?
"How would I know? I went to recoup my losses as soon as I received the money."
"He gave you cash?" Xing Baohua continued to ask.
"No, it's a bank transfer."
"They didn't use your account at Huahong Bank?"
"How could I dare! Everyone in the company knows that's your bank; they all have other bank accounts. He transferred the money to my Standard Chartered account." Zhang Yongwei finished speaking and looked up at Xing Baohua. Seeing that Xing Baohua didn't ask any further questions, he slightly shifted his body to get his attention.
As expected, Xing Baohua saw the other party twisting and continued to ask, "Since you know that Huahong Bank is mine, and you also know that Huahong Telecom is mine, I have seen your call records with Lin Jianye very clearly. I did not see his phone call you!"
"I'm sorry, maybe I'm mistaken, it might have been a different call." Zhang Yongwei knew he couldn't hide it, so he told the truth.
"Besides Lin Jianye, who else has contacted you?" Xing Baohua asked.
“There was no one else. I made this decision on a whim because I was tempted by the money. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have done it. I owe more than HK$2 million in gambling debts, and I had no choice.” Zhang Yongwei said, shaking his head as if he was in great pain and regret.
But Xing Baohua always felt that something was not quite right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Both in terms of his words and his motives, he fits the role of cannon fodder perfectly.
But Xing Baohua still felt that there were still things this person hadn't confessed, and then he found evidence.
Suddenly it occurred to me: "I remember that programmers all received laptops and tablets, where did you put your devices?"
Then he turned to the guards who had brought him back and asked, "Did you see these devices at his lodgings?"