Chapter 261 Seizure
Grandma took the jade bracelet and was as happy as a child: "Great, I will wear it to see Lao Song tomorrow!"
I opened my mouth, but ultimately didn't tell the truth.
In the evening, Jiang Yichen pulled me into the study room mysteriously and handed me a document.
"What is this?" I opened it puzzledly, and then my eyes widened.
It was a plan from an "Anti-Counterfeiting Public Welfare Foundation" that detailed how to help consumers identify counterfeits and protect their rights.
"You..." I looked up at him, my eyes a little hot.
He smiled and ruffled my hair: "This foundation, consider it as my gift to you."
I threw myself into his arms, tears almost falling.
A few nights ago, the desk lamp in the study cast a warm yellow glow on the wooden tabletop. When I was stuffing the last piece of evidence into the file bag, I was suddenly stopped by a pair of hands.
"It's time to rest." Jiang Yichen placed a cup of warm ginger tea next to me.
She rubbed her fingertips gently over my red knuckles, "You can't stay up late during the early stages of pregnancy."
I looked up at him. Two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his jaw was covered with stubble. He was no longer as fierce as he was at the hearing of the Municipal Supervision Bureau. At that time, he was a platform consultant. When the lawyers of the Jin family questioned the sampling procedure, he presented three sets of evidence in court, which shocked the whole room - the background log of the Jin family's manipulation of the short video algorithm, the joint testimony of 37 merchants, and the cash flow of overseas shell companies.
I held his hand in my hands and felt the thin calluses on his palms caused by the pen. "Wait for me to file this pre-litigation preservation order. You see, the efficiency of the Internet Court is faster than you thought."
He leaned over to look at the document in my hand, and his breath brushed my ear: "The fake recording will be removed from the entire network within 48 hours, and the account funds will be frozen..." The airflow from his chuckle made my earlobes hot. The glass window was suddenly hit by raindrops, and the early summer rainstorm came unexpectedly.
Jiang Yichen stood up to close the window. There were still coffee stains on his trouser legs from the coffee splashed on him by radical merchants during the hearing.
I looked at his back and said, “Bang——”
At this moment, the same sound startled me back to my senses. He put the file box on the corner of the table. "Don't worry about the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection's movements," he took the case file from my hand, "Look back at the key list for the crackdown on gangs and evil, and the Jin family was just added this morning."
The phone screen lit up at this time, and Xu Sisi sent a screenshot: Under the trending search #Anti-fake anchor received an anonymous threat letter#, the blue V accounts of grassroots market supervision bureaus were relaying their uniform shoulder straps. I enlarged the picture and saw that the shoulder straps of a girl in a county bureau were still stuck with celery leaves from the vegetable market.
"The public opinion team did a good job." Jiang Yichen glanced at the screen and turned up the air conditioner by two degrees. "But we really have to thank the Anti-Monopoly Bureau—" He pointed at one of the screenshots. In the picture posted on the WeChat Moments of a bag factory owner, the mezzanine wall that had been smashed through revealed piles of counterfeit trademarks. "The 'Application for Leniency' from these merchants is more effective than a hundred notices."
A special notification sound mixed in with the sound of rain, and Jiang Yichen unlocked the tablet and handed it to me. The investigation report of the experts from the Ministry of Justice was lying in the encrypted email, and the nested structure of the Jin family's offshore companies was peeling off layer by layer in the 3D model.
I noticed that the time it was sent was three in the morning, and the accompanying text was a sentence his mentor used to say: "The chain of evidence has been closed and can be used as a hidden weapon in court."
"When did you contact Professor Zhang?" I turned and glared at him.
He was putting a cardigan on my shoulders and paused when he heard me say, "Last week, when your morning sickness was the worst."
She wrapped her warm palm around my cold fingers and said, "When you were crying while hugging the toilet, I was in the study next door having a cross-ocean video conference. Look how hardworking your husband is."
My nose felt sore.
"Don't cry. Pregnant women can't get emotional."
But her tone was softer than down, "I'll let you stew coconut chicken tomorrow?"
Before he finished speaking, his phone vibrated. A meeting notice from the Provincial Federation of Industry and Commerce popped up, and the Jin family's affiliated companies were indeed excluded from the "Platform Economy Compliance Seminar."
I watched him quickly reply to the email, and suddenly remembered something: "The director of the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission..."
"Old classmates." The corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"The closed-door meeting 'inadvertently' revealed that shadow banking would be rectified. The Kim family should have received a run notice by now."
The filing cabinet suddenly made a slight sound. Jiang Yichen followed my gaze and suddenly hugged me from behind. His chin rested on the top of my head, and his voice came from above: "Actually, when you work hard, I think..."
The piercing ringtone cut off the conversation. It was the Anti-Money Laundering Center calling. He picked up the phone, and I watched his profile flicker in the cold light of the screen, and heard the key words "private equity change".
When he hung up, I raised my eyebrows: "Second Young Master of the Jin Family?"
He sneered: "As soon as he received the capital injection from the national industrial fund, he started investigating a long time ago. He is just a person who can't get real power."
We all looked down at the push notifications at the same time - the financial blogger "Old K Talks Stocks" who had been bribed by the Jin family was being escorted into a police car wearing electronic shackles. He was the person who spread rumors about Jiang's stocks.
Under the high-definition camera, the ink of "Defamation" on the cover of the case file blurred in the heavy rain.
Jiang Yichen suddenly reached out and closed the computer: "Go to sleep." He picked me up sideways without waiting for me to protest, "You are two people now."
As he fell into the bed, his fingertips brushed my lower abdomen, which was still barely bulging. On the bedside table was the threatening letter I received this morning, now weighed down by a paperweight, and on top of it was the hush money check returned by the driver - the donation receipt read "the first donation to the Small and Micro Enterprise Compliance Support Fund."
"When the case is over..." He tucked the quilt in for me, "Now you can finally relax. You can have a good rest too."
I curled up in his arms, and finally the warmth from his body dispelled my fear. His heartbeat pressed against my back, shattering the rainstorm.
In the study room of the Jin family's old house, Old Man Jin threw the purple clay teapot in his hand heavily to the ground, and fragments flew everywhere.
He roared, veins popping out on his forehead, "Useless! All of you are useless!" "What's the point of keeping you if you can't even handle Jiang Yichen!"
The eldest son, Jin Mingyuan, stood aside, his face livid. He had just received news that the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission had begun a thorough investigation of the Jin family's capital chain, and several cooperative banks had requested early repayment.
"Dad, now is not the time to get angry," he suppressed his anger, "My second brother..."
"Don't mention that ungrateful bastard!" Mr. Jin slammed the table.
"He dared to sell the equity of the private equity fund to outsiders, which means he was deliberately trying to destroy this family!"
He recalled the news he had received this morning that his second brother, Jin Mingxuan, had reached an agreement with the Anti-Money Laundering Center and had voluntarily handed over the accounts of the Jin family's overseas companies. What shocked him even more was that those accounts actually contained records of him embezzling public funds.
The secretary rushed in, "Master,"
His voice trembled, "The people from the Municipal Supervision Bureau said that they might seal up the warehouse..."
Jin Ming took out his cell phone and found more than a dozen missed calls, all from company executives. The latest message was from the secretary: "Boss Jin, suppliers have stopped supplying, and the production line has stopped."
His eyes went dark and he had to hold on to the desk to barely stand.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
