Chapter 129 I don’t want you to delay him
That night, Mu Jia slept very uneasily.
Outside the window, it started raining without me noticing.
The sound of rain drops hitting the window glass.
In the middle of the night, Mu Jia was awakened by a chill. He got up in a daze and went to the balcony to close the window.
The wind blew the rain into the house, wetting the hem of her nightgown.
With a "ding" sound, a text message came in on the phone.
Dear Miss Mu:
Hello.
During the review of your resignation application, our compliance department discovered that there are matters in your employment record that require verification.
After preliminary verification, the cross-border M&A project KL-2023-07, in which you participated, has significant compliance issues, involving the following issues:
Lack of counterparty qualification review
Abnormal capital flow
Incomplete information disclosure
In accordance with Article 17 of the "Regulations on Compliance Management of Financial Institutional Employees", please bring the following documents to our Compliance Department at 10:00 am tomorrow (March 15):
Employee identification
All work notes and communication records of the project
Personal electronic devices (needed to cooperate with evidence collection)
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Mu Jia frowned.
After looking at it for a while, I suspected that the message was sent to the wrong person.
She stood in front of the window and suddenly, for no reason, thought of their college days.
It rained heavily once.
Mu Jia followed Xie Siyan out of the library.
There was a girl holding an umbrella on the side of the road, seemingly waiting for him.
The girl was fair and thin, and dressed very delicately. When Xie Siyan saw her, he quickly separated from her and walked towards the other person.
Now that I think about it, that girl should be Bai Yirou.
…
Mu Jia stood on the balcony for a long time.
I put the clothes away one by one, and the cotton fabric still retained the damp smell of rain.
When I returned to the bed, the rain outside the window was getting heavier.
Raindrops hit the glass, a crisp rhythm. She curled up in her quilt, half asleep and half awake, her consciousness fading...
The dream came suddenly but was real.
A blinding white light suddenly filled the field of vision.
Mu Jia found himself sitting on a cold metal chair.
Behind the long table opposite, there were three blurry figures sitting.
The man in the middle was slamming a stack of documents onto the table.
"Ms. Mu, please explain this transaction record."
The voice seemed to come through thick frosted glass. "On November 17, 2023, you violated regulations by reviewing project documents for the KL project..."
Mu Jia's fingertips sank into his palms, and cold sweat slid down his back: "I didn't...that wasn't me who did it..."
"Yeah?"
The figure on the right suddenly pushed a laptop over.
Her operation records were clearly displayed on the screen. "How do you explain this IP address?" The dream suddenly twisted, and she was suddenly standing in an empty office building, surrounded by flashing electronic screens... and metal shackles.
"No, no, I didn't..."
Mu Jia suddenly woke up from his dream.
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, as if she had just experienced a silent escape.
…
The morning light is dim outside the window.
Mu Jia paused for a moment and reached for the phone beside his pillow.
His fingertips were still trembling slightly because of the lingering dream.
The screen lights up——
No new news.
There were no new calls either.
Mu Jia buried his face in his palms and took a deep breath.
Mu Jia had never experienced such a thing. She had only been in the industry for three years. She had heard that some fund managers were taken away for insider trading, but she had never seen it herself.
Those aggressive questions in the dream still seem to echo in my ears.
Maybe dreams are a reaction to real anxiety. Mu Jia got up and washed her face. Her pale face and messy long hair were reflected in the mirror of the dressing table. When she went downstairs, she unexpectedly ran into Cheng Yuan.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there."
Mu Jia shook his head and said, "No thanks."
To be on the safe side, she decided to go back to the company today.
Mu Jia rejected Cheng Yu'an and drove to the KIC headquarters by himself. He arrived at the time stated in the message. When he opened the office door, the sender himself was also a little surprised to see the message and quickly asked his superiors for instructions.
Twenty minutes later, someone came and asked her to go to the conference room.
The conference room had already been cleared out.
Mu Jia knocked on the door lightly from outside. After two "dong dong" sounds, a very soft female voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Mu Jia pushed the door open and walked in.
I saw a woman sitting at the main seat at the desk. She was not wearing a business suit, but one could tell she exuded dignity and majesty.
"Miss Mu."
Mu Jia looked at the other person and felt that this elegant face looked somewhat familiar.
"First time meeting you," Cheng Yu took a sip of tea, raised her eyebrows, and introduced herself calmly, "I'm Si Yan's mother."
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When Mu Jia came out of the conference room, her legs were weak and she could barely stand. She held onto the cold wall with one hand and gently covered her chest with the other. Someone came over and helped her up.
Mu Jia said "thank you" and lightly covered his chest, feeling a brief discomfort in his heart.
Cheng Yu followed her out of the conference room, glanced at her calmly, said a few words to the person next to him, and then turned to go to the office on the other side.
With a kind of condescending indifference.
"Jia Jia, are you okay?"
Xiao Tao slipped out of the corner office and supported the staggering Mu Jia.
Her eyes followed Cheng Yu's receding figure, and she lowered her voice and asked, "Who is that? Such a powerful aura..."
Mu Jia's lips lost their color.
She wanted to speak, but found her throat dry and she couldn't make any sound. She could only shake her head weakly.
At the end of the corridor, Cheng Yu's figure had disappeared into a high-rise office.
Xiao Tao glanced over there again and asked, "Did something happen?"
Mu Jia said "hmm" lightly, "Xiao Tao, can you pour me a glass of water?"
When we came out of the KIC Building, dusk had already enveloped the entire financial street.
Song Mingxi's low-key black Audi stopped in front of the building on time.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing her worried face.
"Jia Jia?"
Mu Jia mechanically opened the car door, and as if all his strength had been drained away, he slumped down in the passenger seat. Cheng Yu's cold words echoed in his mind:
"...Si Yan is no longer in charge of Zhongjian's business. He's out of his position and shouldn't be involved in other matters. Do you think he wants to protect you? Do the relevant departments trust me or him?"
"Ms. Mu, the Xie family has a complex network of relationships in Beijing. Si Yan has his own future, and I don't want you to hold him back."
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Mu Jia leaned his head against the car window.
In fact, she had thought about this day a long time ago. She even had a similar dream when she left Shenghai No. 1 Villa and checked into the hotel.
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