Chapter 503: Sole Law of Me Chapter 503: Tail

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fu Polin was not living comfortably at Jiangning Bank.

The title of Jiangning Head Office President was merely a title; without the support of subordinates, nothing he did went smoothly.

His tactics of winning people over only had a slight effect on middle management cadres; Jiangning Bank's senior management had interests tied to Chen Yi, and certain activists who had already picked a camp resisted him both openly and covertly, hoping to topple Fu Polin and take his place, or at least keep their current positions.

As a Central Bank airborne cadre, the only thing Fu Polin could issue were blank checks—the Central Bank explicitly refused to honor them. Aside from the lawyers and accountants he brought with him, he cut a solitary figure; not only was Xijing surprised, but he himself felt thoroughly ill at ease.

Fortunately, Xijing's propaganda offensive was as powerful as ever. The time spent watching the news and reading the papers every day was Fu Polin's happiest time, as if the future fabricated by reporters had already come true.

At 12:45 noon, the office door was knocked on punctually with a "bang bang."

Everyone familiar with Fu Polin knew this was the time of day when his mood was at its best; any bad news or demands had to be voiced at this time, decisively lowering his pleasure.

The lawyers jokingly called it "circumcision."

Fu Polin, unaware, said "Come in," which was equivalent to letting the urologist in the door.

"Boss." The visitor smiled broadly, drooping eye bags, exuding an air of wine, lust, and money.

"Old Yu, got any dirt?" Fu Polin snapped the TV off with a "pa," reining in his smile, as if nothing had happened.

What kind of eyes do minor staffers from a major agency have? Eagle eyes—never mind poorly concealed cover-ups, if you really hid a Viagra in a flower pot, they'd find it.

Old Yu was an old eagle; he saw at a glance that the "Boss" was in just the right mood, so he unhesitatingly performed the "circumcision surgery": "Boss, the audit of Jinsheng Securities is nearly done, but the Southeast Asia portion is tricky. Also, overtime pay isn't covering expenses—what do you think?"

"Find anything?"

"A little." Old Yu began administering the anesthetic: "We discovered Chen Yi has deep ties to the Indonesian Paper Group. A while back, the company Cao Yuan borrowed from was the Indonesian Paper Group."

Fu Polin tilted his head, thought for a moment, then burst out laughing with a "pu": "The Cao family's idiot son borrows money from Chen Yi to buy Chen Yi's gold, then stores the gold under Chen Yi's name?"

He'd worked in banking for so many years; once he saw through the financial connections, the paper-thin secrets naturally punctured themselves.

Old Yu nodded with a hearty laugh: "Yeah, the Cao family got completely taken by Chen Yi."

"This year's New Year's party will be interesting; the Cao family's face will be rubbing on the dance floor." Fu Polin laughed until his belly shook. Though they were on the same side, the instinct to mock others was innate, unrelated to camps.

Old Yu glanced at Fu Polin quietly for a while, felt the anesthetic had taken enough effect, pulled out the scalpel and cut: "Boss, Jinsheng Securities is now a quarter of Chen Yi's enterprise; we've worked over 10,000 overtime hours this week—think we should apply to Head Office for overtime pay?"

Fu Polin's recruited personnel had their normal salaries and travel expenses paid by Head Office finances, but accountants working overtime on audits was the norm, and overtime wages had to come from special funds.

Over 300 accountants logging over 10,000 overtime hours in a week wasn't much, but if money had to be paid out, it would take at least over 1 million.

Fu Polin's pleasure was finally castrated; he frowned gloomily: "With this many people now, we need to cut overtime hours a bit—efficiency first, understand?"

Old Yu replied properly "Yes," but didn't take it to heart. A group on a business trip with no entertainment; how could they not earn a little overtime money in the evenings?

Fu Polin probably understood too; he noted a figure in his schedule, then grew impatient again: "Anything else?"

"A small matter." Old Yu's scalpel hadn't been put down yet.

"Hmm?"

"This morning, when our people went out, they discovered they were being followed."

Fu Polin was startled, unnaturally lowering his voice: "Tail?"

Being tailed might be a good thing—it meant they were close to Chen Yi's "sore spot."

But Old Yu wasn't preparing to give Fu Polin more anesthetic; he said directly: "Not exactly a tail—they follow openly and aboveboard."

As he spoke, he operated the LCD TV on the office side wall, pulling up the first floor surveillance feed: "Look at these young men—they're all Chen Family Martial Arts Hall students. Whenever any of our staff goes out, one of them follows. Whether eating, going to the toilet, anything—they just follow behind you, don't speak, don't interfere. One of our cadres went back to the hotel; they just stood guard in the hotel lobby or corridor..."

Sizzle. All the pleasure Fu Polin had gained from propaganda was cut away; he returned to depressing reality.

"This is a local snake." Fu Polin shook his head. Without Old Yu explaining further, he could understand the situation.

The Central Bank dispatched accountants and lawyers to Jiangning totaling about 400 people; the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall only needed to send out 800-plus to tail them one-to-one. They swaggered along beside the accountants and lawyers, not needing to do anything, just harassing their side into a state of constant unease. On the other hand, it also meant they grasped all of their side's movements.

This was a pure open stratagem. Chen Yi didn't need to secretly scout what Fu Polin was doing; he simply made it so Fu Polin and his men couldn't do anything, at least nothing secret.

Fu Polin speculated without malice: under this pressure, would these accountants and lawyers from state-owned enterprises have the guts to continue auditing Chen Yi's troubles?

"What do you think?" he asked Old Yu.

The latter bowed his head humbly, smiling: "I think, just ignore him."

Fu Polin "hmphed," cursing a slippery character in his heart. But he had to admit he had no bright ideas either.

"No wonder ancient regional governors dared openly stir up wind and rain; I see the Chen Family is about the same. I know; you go out."

"Yes." Old Yu grinned with his wine-lust-money air, backing out and closing the door.

Fu Polin sank deeply into his chair, lit a cigarette with a touch of weariness, exhaling melancholy smoke rings.

Even in the Central Dynasty era, there were plenty of Imperial Envoys holding the Imperial Sword who investigated and came up with anti-climactic gourd cases.

Watching dramas about the Eight Prefectures Inspector—if they had no breakthrough, in a strange land they were likewise at a loss; who knows how many were ambushed and wiped out. Local powers operating for years held advantages in every aspect; only when the Central government granted extreme personnel authority could the iron net be torn open.

However, Fu Polin was just the vanguard; he had to uncover valuable intelligence before a true Imperial Envoy would arrive bearing the Imperial Sword. The Jiangning Bank presidency was already the maximum personnel authority the higher-ups could grant.

"Still have to start from the bank?" Fu Polin finished a cigarette, still undecided.

Bankers investigating bankers—that's no ordinary hardship. And Jiangning Bank had no obvious loopholes; he also had no confidence in pulling in more manpower.

Thinking this, Fu Polin dialed the dedicated line home; the prepared Cao Family jokes went unused; he directly reported Jiangning's situation.

The other end fell silent for a moment, then replied: "I'll give you another 20 million in case funds; use it sparingly. Notify me of the latest situation anytime."

Fu Polin hung up disappointedly.

The man-to-man tailing took effect almost immediately. Inside the office, people were panic-stricken—who hasn't seen a Hollywood blockbuster? In every conspiracy movie, the standout auditor is always the first one knocked off. Behind the protagonist's heroic valor lie the USB drives and ledgers of dead accountants one by one.

Old Yu, like Wu Dalian filming a porno, circled the few key accountants, poking his head in and out, full of gestures and talk, determined to let them work at ease.

Fu Polin watched, stifled, and simply walked out of the office.

Downstairs, a certain Martial Arts Hall student stood up.

"What for?" Fu Polin's imposing presence was fully displayed. The high-ranking official prestige bonus from Xijing made his back seem as tall as a mountain.

The Martial Arts Hall Student smiled, not saying a single sentence. This is the bearing trained by Ogaku people. Open surveillance is a tailing method just as important as covert surveillance, just like the role played by the diplomatic Martial Arts Hall in intelligence organizations; the importance of ordinary intelligence collected openly is not inferior to secret intelligence gathered in private.

Fu Polin is a person of status; dissatisfied, he glared at the Martial Arts Hall Student twice, but ultimately did not flare up.

He also had no basis to flare up; this is Jiangning, not Xijing. In fact, even during his days in Xijing, he did not dare to flare up fearlessly and unrestrainedly.

The Hall of the office building was full of people, all with strong builds; the silent, non-speaking young men all came from the Martial Arts Hall, just waiting for their target figure to get off work.

Fu Polin looked a few times, his face gloomy as he went out the door, a "tail" in gray clothing following behind him the whole time.

"Arrogant!"

He said this secretly to himself, directly going to the Parking Lot and getting into his rented BMW.

He floored the Car Accelerator, and the Tires immediately let out a piercing friction sound.

Fu Polin's Mouth Corner revealed a trace of a smile; before it could be withdrawn, he saw the gray-clothed Martial Arts Hall Student trot two steps and stand on a Toyota SUV driving across horizontally.

Next, whether he raced wildly on the streets or learned from movies to traverse a mall, the gray-clothed Martial Arts Hall Student always followed behind his Buttocks, never leaving, farthest not exceeding a hundred meters, closest less than 1 meter.

Fu Polin finally got annoyed; he turned his head, found a high-end Restaurant and sat inside; he hadn't even opened the menu when he saw the gray-clothed Martial Arts Hall Student appear on the Other Side of the window.

This fellow actually stood guard at the Restaurant entrance.

"Manager!" Fu Polin waved to call the Restaurant's responsible person, pointing at the gray-clothed person: "Can you make him leave?"

"This..." The Manager hesitated a bit.

Fu Polin slapped out 100 Yuan, to show his rich and powerful nature.

Jiangning's high-end Restaurants mostly learn from Europe and America; service is still in effort, and the function of tips has already been greatly reflected.

The Manager quietly pocketed the Banknotes and walked out of the Restaurant.

After a while, the gray-clothed person was seen taking out a document; the Manager returned in defeat.

"How was it?" Fu Polin was even more anxious than the Manager.

"He is a Chen Family Martial Arts Hall Student." The Manager wanted to speak but stopped.

Fu Polin got anxious, repeatedly saying: "Speak quickly."

"He said he is monitoring you, told me to watch the Backdoor well, call Anytime." The Manager finished speaking, lowered his head and left.

Fu Polin felt a surge of anger, his blood pressure rising instantly.

Too lawless!

Needless to say, even he, a dignified Bank President, suffers this treatment; his subordinates, those accountants, can forget about having a good time.

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