Chapter 390 Yang Yiyi is pregnant!
The photo clearly captures the action of the man with the buzz cut stuffing the file folder into the file rack, even showing the guilty expression on his face.
Besides the photos, there was also a real audio tape.
"This was recorded this afternoon in the archives room. I had Huo Wenxuan record it in the monitoring room next door." Su Yue pointed to the tape, her voice calm. "Team Leader Zhao, would you like me to play it for you now? How did you instigate your subordinates to frame a military family member?"
Zhao Dezhu's legs went completely weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
He had planned everything meticulously, but he hadn't anticipated that Su Yue had installed listening devices in a place like the archives.
This woman was setting him up from the very beginning!
"This isn't real...this is fake..." Zhao Dezhu was still struggling, his lips trembling, his eyes darting around, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Commander Zheng waved his hand.
The military police behind him stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Dezhu by the collar, and dragged him up from the ground like a dead dog.
"Whether it's forged or not, we'll see in a military court." Commander Zheng's voice was filled with murderous intent. "Zhao Dezhu, you abused your power, framed military family members, and attempted to undermine a key national research institution. These crimes alone are enough to keep you in jail for life."
"take away!"
Two military police officers grabbed Zhao Dezhu and dragged him outside. The crew-cut guy had already wet his pants in fear and was being carried out like a chicken.
The corridor echoed with Zhao Dezhu's pig-like screams: "I refuse to accept this! I demand to see the provincial leaders! Su Yue, you vile woman! You'll die a horrible death!"
The sound gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the top of the stairs.
The room fell silent.
Commander Zheng slammed his gun on the table, let out a long breath, and turned to look at Su Yue.
"Girl, this time it's all thanks to your quick thinking." The old commander's eyes were full of praise, but also hidden deep worry. "If he had sent this letter out, even if we could find out the truth in the end, we would have been in deep trouble."
Su Yue gathered the photos on the table and put them back into the file folder.
“This is just the beginning.” She handed the file to Commander Zheng. “Zhao Dezhu has fallen, but the people behind him are still there. And in Beijing…”
Commander Zheng waved his hand, interrupting her.
"You don't need to worry about what's happening in the capital, and you can't control it anyway." The old commander walked to the window, looking north. "Qin Zheng is a tough nut to crack; he hasn't reached his breaking point yet. As for Beichen..."
He paused, turned around, and his expression was complicated.
"That kid has caused quite a stir at the National Defense University. Some people want to get rid of him, but others are protecting him. The situation is currently at a stalemate. As long as things don't fall apart here, he won't have any worries."
Su Yue's heart tightened.
What's wrong with him?
"I got into a fight," Commander Zheng said casually. "To protect the Qin family's reputation, I beat up a teacher who was gossiping at a conference. I got a disciplinary action, but it also caught the eye of some senior leaders."
Fighting. Receiving disciplinary action.
This really sounds like something Gu Beichen would do.
Su Yue's nerves, which had been tense all night, suddenly relaxed at this moment. As long as the person was still alive and could still fight, that was a good thing.
"Alright, go back now." Commander Zheng gave them the order to leave. "Keep a low profile at the factory for now, don't give anyone any ammunition. If there's anything you can't handle, just give me a call."
Su Yue saluted and turned to leave.
Stepping out of the guesthouse, the wind was quite strong, making one's scalp tingle.
Huo Wenxuan was leaning against the jeep smoking when he saw Su Yue come out. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out before quickly walking over to her.
"How about it?"
"It's over." Su Yue opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Zhao Dezhu is finished."
Huo Wenxuan clenched his fist and shouted, "That was satisfying! That bastard deserved to be taught a lesson long ago!"
The car started and drove back into the night.
Su Yue leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and that familiar feeling of fatigue washed over her again.
We won.
But there was no joy in this victory.
Zhao Dezhu was nothing more than a pawn.
The real crocodiles are still lurking in the depths of Beijing, ready to open their bloodthirsty jaws at any moment.
The wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a monotonous creaking sound.
Su Yue rolled down the car window a crack, and the night breeze blew in, dispelling the stuffy smell of tobacco in the car.
She turned her head and looked at the rapidly receding shadows of the trees outside the window, and only then did the tension in her mind ease slightly.
The cancer of Zhao Dezhu has been removed, but the wound is still bleeding. The storm in the capital is probably only just beginning to break.
In the following days, the situation changed at an astonishing speed.
The provincial capital's daily newspaper published a brief but weighty announcement on its front page: Zhao Dezhu, the former head of the provincial inspection team, has been transferred to a military court for trial due to serious violations of discipline and law, abuse of power, and framing of military family members.
The news was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing a public outcry throughout the provincial capital.
Those who were waiting to see Lan Hai Daily Chemical Factory make a fool of itself are now completely speechless.
On the contrary, orders came in like snowflakes from the factory, and even purchasing managers from several state-owned department stores came to stake out the factory, afraid of missing out on the goods.
"A straight body casts a straight shadow"—these seven words have become the best advertising slogan for Blue Ocean.
The sun was shining brightly on Sunday afternoon.
Su Yue moved a wicker chair and sat under the grape trellis, holding a medical book in her hands, with half a sliced watermelon on the small table next to her.
The courtyard gate was pushed open with a soft creak.
"Yueyue!"
Before you see him, you hear his voice.
Yang Yiyi, dressed in a floral print dress and carrying a bamboo basket, swept in like a gust of wind.
Her cheeks were flushed, and a few fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead, making her look just like a little squirrel that had just stolen some honey.
Su Yue closed the book and teased with a smile, "What wind blew our beautiful Yang here? Didn't you say you were so busy with rehearsals that you didn't even have time to go home?"
Yang Yiyi put the basket on the stone table.
The basket was filled with juicy green plums, which made one's jaw ache just looking at them.
"I'm busy, but this is more important than my job."
Yang Yiyi pulled over a small stool and sat down opposite Su Yue. She leaned closer mysteriously and lowered her voice, saying, "I have something to tell you, but you have to keep it a secret. You can't even tell Aunt Zhang."
Su Yue raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on the basket full of sour plums, and she had some guesses in her mind.
"What? Did your Yunmu make a mistake?"
"Pah! He wouldn't dare!" Yang Yiyi's almond-shaped eyes widened, then two blushes appeared on her cheeks. She lowered her head and twisted her fingers. "It's...it's me who's pregnant."
Su Yue almost dropped the book in her hand.
"real?"
"Hmm." Yang Yiyi nodded, her voice barely audible. "I went to the main hospital for a checkup yesterday, and the doctor said it's been over a month. That idiot Yun Mu, after hearing what the doctor said, stood there laughing like a fool at the door of the examination room for half an hour."
At this point, Yang Yiyi couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised happiness.
Su Yue reached out and took Yang Yiyi's hand.
His palms were sweaty and warm.
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