Chapter 387 Is there something wrong with Su Yue's personal conduct?
"Pretentious!" Zhao Dezhu spat. "Lead the way! Today I'm going to turn your den of thieves upside down!"
The atmosphere in the meeting room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
At one end of the long table sat Zhao Dezhu and his men. At the other end, only Su Yue sat alone. In front of her was a glass of plain water, steaming gently.
"Director Su, confess and you'll be treated leniently." Zhao Dezhu tapped the table. "How much did that Frenchman Pierre give you? How did you embezzle one million US dollars in foreign exchange? And those so-called formulas, were they obtained by selling state secrets?"
Su Yue picked up her cup and took a sip.
"Chen Xinyue, bring the things in."
The door was pushed open.
Chen Xinyue, accompanied by two young men from the security department, carried in two heavy cardboard boxes.
Thump.
The cardboard box slammed onto the table, making the teacup in front of Zhao Dezhu jump.
Su Yue stood up, picked up the top document, and threw it in front of Zhao Dezhu.
"This is the original contract signed with L Group. It bears the approval stamp of the Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau and the signature of the Foreign Trade Department of the Ministry of Commerce. What, Team Leader Zhao, do you think these two departments are also colluding with the enemy and betraying the country?"
Zhao Dezhu's expression changed. He grabbed the contract and flipped through two pages. The red seal on it stung his eyes.
“The contract can be fake, but what about the money?” Zhao Dezhu slammed the contract on the table. “Foreign exchange certificates are in high demand. Can you honestly say you haven’t been trading them on the black market?”
"This is the bank's foreign exchange settlement slip."
Su Yue threw out another stack of receipts, each stamped with the business completion seal of the Provincial People's Bank.
"One million US dollars, converted into RMB according to the exchange rate of that day, went into the factory's public account. The purpose of every transaction, such as purchasing equipment, expanding the factory, and paying wages, is clearly recorded in the ledger. If you don't believe me, you can take someone to the bank to verify it right now."
Sweat began to bead on Zhao Dezhu's forehead.
He hadn't expected Su Yue to be so well-prepared. These documents were like an impenetrable wall, blocking all his attacks.
"Then...what about the technology?" Zhao Dezhu gritted his teeth. "That bacteriophage thing, even domestic experts can't figure it out, how could a capitalist's daughter like you possibly understand it? It must have been stolen from foreign secrets!"
"Smack!"
A red certificate was placed on the table.
Chen Xinyue adjusted her glasses, her voice soft but clear: "This is a patent certificate issued by the State Intellectual Property Office just last month, patent number CN19710001. Inventor: Su Yue. Team Leader Zhao, if you doubt the authenticity of this certificate, you can check the records at the Beijing Patent Office."
The evidence is irrefutable.
Zhao Dezhu looked at the pile of documents on the table, his facial muscles twitching.
He originally thought that as long as he stormed over aggressively, he could scare Su Yue out of her wits and easily fabricate a charge to take her away.
I didn't expect to run into a brick wall.
"Good...very good!" Zhao Dezhu ripped open one button on his collar, panting heavily. A sinister glint flashed in his beady eyes, like a mad dog driven to desperation.
"Su Yue, you may be flawless in your official duties. But what about your private morality?"
Zhao Dezhu stood up, braced his hands on the table, leaned forward, and brought his greasy face close to Su Yue's.
"Someone saw with their own eyes that the Frenchman tried to kiss your hand at the dinner party! And you often spend half a day alone with him in the office! Gu Beichen is bleeding and sweating for the country in Beijing, and you're here cheating on him?"
The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room froze.
Chen Xinyue's face turned pale with anger: "You're talking nonsense! I was there too!"
"What good are you there! You're just her lackey!" Zhao Dezhu sneered. "Su Yue, this kind of conduct doesn't need any documents to prove it. Once someone 'saw' it, you'll never be able to clear your name, no matter how hard you try. They'll parade you through the streets, hang your slut on the street, and then let's see if Gu Beichen still wants this piece of trash!"
Su Yue looked at him.
There was neither anger nor shame in those beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
There is only indifference, like looking at garbage.
She slowly put down the water glass in her hand, and the base of the porcelain glass tapped on the wooden table with a crisp sound.
"Zhao Dezhu, do you think you've already won?"
Su Yue's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
She opened the drawer, took something out, and placed it on the table.
It was a cassette tape.
“Every word you just said is in here.” Su Yue tapped the cassette tape with her finger. “Slandering military families, fabricating evidence, settling personal scores. Team Leader Zhao, do you think your fate would be any better than what happened in the hospital if this tape were sent to the Central Military Commission in Beijing?”
Zhao Dezhu's pupils suddenly contracted.
A tape recorder? How could she possibly have such a rare item?
"You...you dare to frame me?" Zhao Dezhu reached out to snatch the cassette tape.
With a flick of her wrist, Su Yue made the cassette tape disappear from her palm as if by magic, and it slid back into her pocket.
“This is the latest model I just bought from the French. It’s small and the recording is clear.” Su Yue took a step back, avoiding Zhao Dezhu’s hand. “Team Leader Zhao, if you want to take it, I don’t mind playing this recording for all the workers in the factory right now. Let’s see what kind of person our inspection team leader really is.”
Outside the door, as if in response to Su Yue's words, deafening slogans rang out.
"Protect Director Su! Drive out the bad elements!"
Hundreds of workers had gathered at the entrance of the conference room at some point, holding wrenches and hammers, completely blocking the doorway.
Zhao Dezhu's hand froze in mid-air.
He looked at the angry group of workers outside the door, then at Su Yue, who looked completely calm in front of him, and a chill ran down his spine.
This is no little white rabbit; it's clearly a tigress that eats people without spitting out the bones.
"withdraw!"
Zhao Dezhu squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, grabbed his briefcase from the table, and slunk out.
"Wait a minute."
Su Yue called out to him.
Zhao Dezhu paused, turned around, his face ashen: "What else do you want?"
"Take this trash with you." Su Yue pointed to the cigarette butts on the ground and the floor he had stomped on. "Lanhai Daily Chemical Factory makes hygiene products, and they can't stand dirty things."
Zhao Dezhu's face instantly turned a deep liver color.
He stood frozen in place for a few seconds, but finally gritted his teeth, bent down, and picked up the cigarette butt.
The jeep sped out of the factory gate as if fleeing for its life, kicking up a cloud of yellow smoke.
Huo Wenxuan let out a long sigh and slumped into his chair: "That scared me to death. Su Yue, your tape recorder...did it really record?"
Su Yue took her hand out of her pocket.
My palms are empty.
There was no tape recorder; that was just an empty cassette tape cassette, not even loaded with tapes.
"All's fair in war." Su Yue straightened her collar. "He was guilty, so naturally he believed it."
Huo Wenxuan gave a thumbs up: "Awesome! You're the best!"
Su Yue didn't laugh.
She walked to the window, looking in the direction the jeep had disappeared, her brows slowly furrowing.
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