Seeing that they really weren't going to pay, Li Daoqi hurriedly said, "Wait!"
Zong Jiayu turned around and said, "Mr. Li, I think we should be more sincere with each other and offer something real."
Li Daoqi gritted his teeth, "I also have evidence of their embezzlement and tax evasion. If I give you the evidence, my father will also be implicated. I'll pay you 2 million! I want cash!"
Jiang Xiaoli said with a smile, "It's still the same thing, as long as your stuff is worth that much money."
Li Daoqi pulled several documents out of his bag again, saying, "I hope you keep your word."
Zong Jia took the document; the information inside was very disorganized, and it was clear that Li Zhengtian had obtained it without Wang Mao's knowledge.
However, all these fragmented pieces of information point to two facts.
First, every project involving the cooperation between "Maotian Film & Television" and "Huijin Wealth" involved the transfer of substantial benefits.
Second, "Maotian Film and Television" and "Huijin Wealth" evaded taxes by using various pretexts, amounting to tens of millions of yuan.
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled lightly, "Mr. Li, wouldn't it have been better if you had taken out these things earlier?"
Li Daoqi pursed his lips. "My dad also received a lot of hush money. He's currently embroiled in lawsuits, and adding another charge would be detrimental to his sentencing."
Zong Jia sneered, "That's all his own fault."
"you!"
Li Daoqi wanted to refute, but his lips moved and he didn't say anything more. He urged, "These documents are only part of the content. There are more detailed contents. I'll give them to you once your money is in place."
Zong Jia and Jiang Xiaoli exchanged a glance, then Zong Jia said to Zhong Yuan, "Da Yuan, contact the bank and get cash for this Mr. Li."
Li Daoqi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.
Jiang Xiaoli casually flipped through the coffee shop's menu and ordered two light meals.
"Brother Song, Mr. Li, would you like it?"
Song Guoqiang also ordered a plate of pasta, while Li Daoqi had no appetite and didn't order anything.
More than an hour later, Jiang Xiaoli and the other two finished their meal and drinks, and Zhong Yuan, accompanied by a bodyguard, pushed a suitcase into the private room.
At Jiang Xiaoli's signal, the bodyguard picked up the suitcase, placed it on the table, and opened it.
The box contained 200 stacks of blue 100-yuan bills neatly stacked inside.
She raised an eyebrow at Li Daoqi. "Mr. Li, are you satisfied?"
A burning light flashed in Li Daoqi's eyes as he looked at the cash. He stood up and said, "Come on, I'll take you to get the evidence."
They arrived at a very old tenement building. It was Saturday, and there were many children running and playing inside.
Li Daoqi stopped in front of a room on the third floor and opened the door.
Perhaps because the 2 million yuan was about to arrive, he introduced the house in a good mood, saying, "This is the house my mother left me."
As he spoke, he pushed the sofa in the living room aside, revealing a hole in the wall with an iron box inside.
Li Daoqi placed the iron box on the table. "Inside is the evidence you've been looking for."
Jiang Xiaoli opened the tin box, inspected it, and nodded.
Zong Jia gave Zhong Yuan a wink, and Zhong Yuan pushed the suitcase to Li Daoqi.
"Mr. Li, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
After finishing their business, the group drove back to the company.
On the way, Zhong Yuan slapped his thigh and said, "This is the first time I've realized how heavy 2 million yuan in cash is. This kid really got a bargain!"
Zong Jia chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, it won't be cheap."
Jiang Xiaoli turned to Song Guoqiang and said, "Brother Song, thank you for your help."
With a playful smile on his face, Song Guoqiang replied, "No trouble at all."
Zhong Yuan was completely bewildered. "What kind of riddle are you playing? Tell me!"
Zong Jiayu explained, "You'll find out in a couple of days."
When they returned to the company, Zong Jia and Jiang Xiaoli did not hand over the documents to anyone else. The two of them divided the work and spent more than three hours sorting out all the documents.
Jiang Xiaoli shook her neck. "Finally done!"
She photographed some of the evidence of Zhang Zhongze's betrayal and uploaded it to her computer.
She patted Zong Jiayu on the shoulder, "It's your turn. Send this document anonymously to Hong Weijun."
The largest shareholder of "Huijin Wealth" is Hong Weijun, a coal mine owner from Shanxi Province.
After making his fortune in coal mining, Hong Weijun decided to try his luck in Beijing and start a business to escape his dishonorable past.
In his second year in Kyoto, he met Zhang Zhongze, who had just returned from a failed business venture in the United States.
One was wealthy, and the other was capable; they hit it off immediately and founded "Huijin Wealth".
At first, Hong Weijun was not very at ease with Zhang Zhongze and stayed in Kyoto for a long time to keep an eye on the company's business.
However, after two years, the company did indeed develop and thrive as Zhang Zhongze had initially envisioned, with very substantial annual dividends. This gradually made Hong Weijun lower his guard and return to Shanxi Province to enjoy his life as a landlord.
With no one watching, Zhang Zhongze began to have other ulterior motives, which led him to collude with Wang Mao and his "Maotian Film and Television" to make money.
In just five or six years, Zhang Zhongze amassed a huge fortune and began to take Hong Weijun less and less seriously.
Zong Jia's fingers flew across the keyboard, and in a few seconds, he sent out an anonymous email.
"Okay, the other party won't be able to find the sender's information,"
Jiang Xiaoli clapped her hands in approval, then took out an anonymous phone card from the drawer and made a call to Hong Weijun.
She said in a high-pitched voice, "Boss Hong, check your email, there's a surprise!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, broke it off, and threw it away.
Zong Jiayu laughed at her actions, "Do you really need to be so cautious?"
She shrugged. "Ultimately, the one who has a grudge against us is Zhang Zhongze. 'Huijin Wealth' is also a victim. We're about to severely damage 'Huijin Wealth,' so let's avoid making enemies and try to make money peacefully!"
Zong Jia nodded. "Indeed, Huijin Wealth still has considerable strength after this turmoil. It all depends on what kind of manager Hong Weijun chooses next."
"No matter what, Hong Weijun will never trust newcomers the way he trusted Zhang Zhongze."
They organized all the documents, divided them into two copies, and had trusted people deliver them directly to the police and the tax bureau.
Jiang Xiaoli stretched and said, "Ayu, we've done so much for your birthday, I'm exhausted!"
Zong Jiayu massaged her shoulders. "Then let's cancel tonight's dinner party? We can reschedule for another day."
She shook her head. "I've already made plans with everyone. It's fine. We can just go home early after the dinner."
"Heyiju" (合一居).
Zong Jia was pleasantly surprised to see Dafu and Jiang Chengle. "Weren't you supposed to be back in half a month? Only a week has passed."
Jiang Chengle complained, "It's all because Xiaoli asked us to come back. We just worked overtime to finish early!"
Dafu was speechless. "I wonder who it is that keeps saying how much Xiaoyu misses her!"
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