Chapter 48: Only My Method Chapter 48: Coercing the He Family

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The College Entrance Examination is an exam that easily gives rise to faith.

Here, one is either a lucky one or an unlucky one; there is no middle road to walk. Everyone hopes to become the former, but there are always those who become the latter.

This summer, He Tao was unluckily chosen.

When he was full of ambition, ready to submit his paper at any moment, two staff members in suits took him away from the exam hall.

Unlike what was previously discussed, in the entire Jiangning City exam hall, only He Tao was taken away.

He Tao was relatively calm at first, but soon became panic-stricken.

However, a meticulously prepared plan is like tightly meshed gears, allowing not the slightest struggle. Unless a powerful force appears, it will crush forward precisely on schedule.

On the evening of the 7th, He Fuhan only sent a secretary to the police station to inquire and did not pay it much mind. To him, a trivial matter like cheating on the College Entrance Examination was not worth discussing at all. Although he knew it was his nephew's fault, he did not want to pursue it deeply, merely treating it as something done by some ignorant little lackey.

He Tao naturally could not be sent back so simply. In fact, the Secretary Lü he dispatched couldn't find the person at all. By the time he found out after many twists and turns and determined it was the Chen Family's eldest son presiding over the matter, the entire day had already passed.

After several months, the Chen Family's only counterattack appeared so baffling. Secretary Lü returned and reported, but He Fuhan still couldn't figure it out. He wanted to find someone in the know to ask, but couldn't find a single one. He Tao's father, his fourth brother, was accumulating seniority in a regional post out-of-province; because Jiangning's educational environment was good, he had eagerly sent his son here. All matters related to the College Entrance Examination were handled by a trusted aide.

Who would have thought trouble would arise instead now.

Several people made calls for half a day there, yet couldn't find a single useful person. He Fuhan smashed a cup in anger, saying: "I'm going back to sleep."

He was angry, but still didn't feel it was a huge matter; he was just displeased in his heart.

His two secretaries dared not rest and had to continue calling to inquire. Watching the time pass 3 AM, finding people became increasingly inconvenient; it was just going through the motions.

After He Fuhan had been gone a while, Secretary Lü brewed himself a strong cup of tea, gave a bitter smile, and said: "No sleep tonight. I guess He Bing Sheng has probably been taken away too."

He Bing Sheng is He Tao's clan uncle, helping him handle all affairs in Jiangning; he counts as one of his father's trusted aides.

"I've met him; he should be a clever person." The other Secretary Lin spoke and sighed: "He Bing Sheng doesn't hold official rank, so it's normal he was taken."

A seventh-rank official at the Prime Minister's gate is not a real official after all; missing a layer of skin, he is weaker by a degree.

He Bing Sheng couldn't be found, He Tao couldn't be found, all leads were actually severed. Both secretaries were somewhat disheartened, and simultaneously shocked in their hearts.

Secretary Lü could still keep his composure, but the other Secretary Lin angrily said: "Isn't this kidnapping?"

"Official channels, caught red-handed, perfectly justified, detention location flexible — what can be said?"

"If there's no news tomorrow morning, the Boss will be anxious, right?"

Secretary Lü cursed "nonsense" inwardly and said: "Can't find He Tao? Then find the people who took him. They're all government people; just check the archives. You go now; maybe he's locked up in some place at their home."

Although Secretary Lin was also called a secretary, he was actually a subordinate of Secretary Lü's Secretary Office, known as the Second Secretary. He was lower by more than two ranks; with a low position, his words couldn't carry weight. Only after leaving the door did he curse in the open space: "Middle of the night, where am I supposed to find archives for you?"

Words aside, he still went through the contact list, calling them one by one, rousing men and women who had gone to bed, hadn't gone to bed, were in bed, or had just finished bed. But as for any effect, besides saving some tadpoles and comforting the Big Secretary, there really was none to be found.

June 8th. Orderly interrogation measures, staff exceeding normal law enforcement levels, basically obtained all the people and testimonies they wanted. Chen Guoliang remained hidden behind the scenes, pointing at the Procuratorate's people, and informed on them upwards.

Although He Fuhan had mentally prepared himself, seeing the materials the secretary forwarded, he was still severely shocked.

Actually, no matter how many charges were piled on, he wasn't that worried. After all, it was just the He Tao line; whatever the thickness of the fishing line, that's the size of the fish caught. A student just turned eighteen — what connections could he have?

What he didn't expect was that Chen Guoliang didn't push the matter toward the He Family at all, but single-mindedly pushed it onto He Tao. The most important charge among them was actually income of unknown origin from overseas, the target pointing directly at an overseas organization.

Watching a cheating case turned into a spy case, He Fuhan cursed "motherfucker" in his office again, his mouth repeating only two words: "Despicable."

He couldn't let his brother's son fail to enter university and go to prison first. But this matter didn't implicate him, and was also beyond his control. The two days of delay had long since turned the case into an ironclad case; everything that should be there was there, no less. It looked like He Tao's fate was already sealed.

Secretary Lü knew the Boss was fine and instead felt at ease, persuading: "Boss, Chen and them definitely have a follow-up move. Locking up a student only ruins reputation. Once the matter ends, they'll naturally release him."

"Would a follow-up move be a good thing? With a stain on the file, how will the Second Brother explain it to me?" He Fuhan glared. He was an authentic early-era university student, had been sent down to the countryside, farmed, suffered criticism and framing; his tortuous experiences had thoroughly remolded him into a poor and lower-middle peasant. His bad temper and vulgar language were cultivated later.

Secretary Lü was long used to it, completely unaffected, and said again: "Boss, the Chen Family's current energy, at most, is just to disgust you a bit. But over at Young Master He's side, he needs to be notified to pack up."

They both knew clearly in their hearts that He Tao had indeed received money from overseas accounts; most of it was likely from He Tao's father. But this truth could not be spoken, and moreover, it might precisely be the opponent's main line of attack.

He Fuhan humphed, but agreed with his judgment.

As the two were speaking, Secretary Lin walked over and said: "There's a briefing this morning; I looked and it seems useful..."

"Speak."

"Yes. Chen Congyu applied for revolving loan renewal, second application this month."

He Fuhan closed his eyes and thought, then said: "How much?"

"160 million."

"Approve 50 million for them."

Secretary Lü coughed and said: "Boss, they wouldn't dare really sentence He Tao. If we give them 50 million, it'll be another two months of tug-of-war."

"What if they really do sentence him? To survive 50 million, they'll have to smash pots and sell iron." He Fuhan leaned back in his chair and rocked, then said: "Tell me immediately if there's any new development."

Secretary Lin left happily. Secretary Lü's expression didn't change, but in his heart he actually disliked it. His future prospects were all tied to He Fuhan, yet he had not the slightest connection to He Tao, nor a single cent of connection to He Tao's father. But pushing out the Chen Family could free up quite a few positions in Jiangning; those were all mutually beneficial good things.

The joy of playing politics lies in behind-the-scenes manipulation. Everyone is like a poker player keeping a straight face — not only do they dare not show their hole cards, they won't even spare a single card for others to see. Yet in their hearts, they are all filled with arrogant smiles.

The joy of students lies in everything being quantifiable — scores are truly the best thing in human education. With scores, one knows one's precise position, knows the direction of one's effort and future development. In contrast, quality education is like the Emperor's new clothes; everyone cheers, but no one knows where the good lies.

Fortunately, the College Entrance Examination still uses scores as the standard of judgment — it may kill those fragile rice seedlings that can't even touch rainwater, but it prevents the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System from repeating, forcing critics and aristocrats from becoming Zhongzheng officials to harm all the world's children.

Under this excellent system, all students can have clear and definite plans — achieve the scores, complete their studies. Beyond that, they don't need to consider so many problems like politicians.

And for Chen Yi, after the College Entrance Examination ended, it seemed eating and sleeping his fill became the most he had to consider. As for the cheating case and such, he didn't even need to ask a single question. Once this kind of thing starts proceeding, it no longer requires his participation.

At this time, other kids might still be worrying over estimated scores, but Chen Yi had already spread out the newspaper, turned on the computer, only thinking about selecting a major.

Regarding this, Chen Congyu gave sufficient attention. He rarely joined with his wife to jointly assist the "Naval Staff Officer," but in every word, they spoke of the arrival of the financial era and the importance of a finance major.

Having reached this step, it already counted as completing the capital accumulation phase. Wanting to go up another floor and make a career, one inevitably has to deal with finance.

This was originally something the world's capitalists invented to contend with the whole world.

As Chen Yi's thoughts turned, he suddenly asked: "Speaking of finance, I've always wanted to ask. It's said that America's supercomputers are mainly used in the Department of Defense, NASA, and Wall Street. What use does Wall Street have for supercomputers?"

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