Chapter 209: Shocked My Bureau Chief

Shen Bing, who originally planned to return to China on July 26, had already arrived early in Jing on the morning of July 25.

The first thing she did after getting home was to arrange a meeting with Zhuzi.

After Shen Bing finished her bath and came out, she sat on the sofa wearing a scarlet silk pajama, holding a slender cigarette in her hand, with a small half‑cup of unfinished wine resting on the coffee table ahead.

"Sister Bing."

Zhuzi stood with his head bowed in front of her, his voice lowered to the dust, because Shen Bing hadn't told him to take a shower, which meant she didn't want to sleep with him today but to scold him.

The fact was roughly as he had expected.

Shen Bing looked at him disappointedly and said, "Speak up—why can't you even handle a sixty‑year‑old old lady?"

"The Anti‑Corruption Bureau has people protecting her around the clock in shifts; I can't get to her," Zhuzi said, keeping his head down and not daring to meet Shen Bing's eyes.

"What are you supposed to do with the gun I gave you?"

Shen Bing asked it lightly, yet it carried an inherent oppressive pressure.

This pressure mainly comes from the class gap; in Shen Bing's world, Zhuzi is merely a tool to be used when needed.

Although Zhuzi doesn't see himself as a tool, he can't escape Shen Bing's grasp—like being unable to flip out of her Five‑Finger Mountain.

Everything he now possesses—including the large flat he bought for his parents in his hometown in the northeast—was given by Shen Bing, and to Zhuzi it feels like a grace.

Zhuzi lowered his head shamefacedly and explained, "I was afraid to shoot in the city because I didn't want to cause you trouble, so…"

"You really know how to look out for me!"

Shen Bing snorted with laughter, placed the cigarette in the ashtray, picked up the small half‑cup of wine and took a sip—first to soothe her throat, second to lower her fire.

Zhuzi lifted his head gloomily and glanced at Shen Bing: "Sister Bing, I now know where Huang Suying lives. If I could shoot, I'd go kill her right now."

"Forget it—go back first and wait for my order."

Over the past few days Shen Bing had replayed the Song Wen case several times, finally concluding that the root of the problem lay with Lin Dongfan; as long as Lin Dongfan falls, the case will naturally dissolve.

Currently, personnel from the Z Discipline Inspection Commission are investigating Lin Dongfan, and they expect to have results in the next two days.

Waiting for the results before deciding on the next step is not too late.

After sending Zhuzi away, less than half an hour later Jia Yuzhang of the Hai Kuang Group indeed arrived—everything was as Shen Bing had anticipated.

The Old Bald Donkey had gone days without eating meat.

As soon as they met he stripped off his clothes, saying, "Baby, you've been dying for me," and in the next second he pounced on Shen Bing on the sofa, not even bothering to close the curtains.

Whenever this happened, Shen Bing lay there like a corpse, letting the Old Bald Donkey rut about like a pig.

She simply could not muster any interest in the Old Bald Donkey.

Yet she could not refuse.

Today the Old Bald Donkey hadn't taken his medicine, and in under a minute he pulled up his pants, cursing, "Damn it, that so‑called tiger‑penis liquor is all fake! I've wasted ten or twenty thousand of my own money."

"Ten or twenty thousand is just a drop in the bucket for you—no need to get angry."

Shen Bing got up and went to the bathroom to wash herself.

When she came out, the Old Bald Donkey was on the phone with Gao Peng; although Gao Peng was in Nanzhou, he was also following the developments in the Song Wen case, which would eventually involve his sister Gao Lu.

All I heard was the Old Bald Donkey confidently assuring Gao Peng: "Secretary Gao, a mere Lin Dongfan can't stir up any major storm. This matter doesn't even require us to lift a finger—Shen Bing can handle him alone. Although his father‑in‑law Chu Jinsong has been promoted, his influence doesn't reach Jingcheng; he could be crushed in a minute."

I don't know what the other side said.

The Old Bald Donkey said, "Okay, keep in touch," and hung up.

Shen Bing smiled coquettishly: "Mister Jia, you really think highly of me. You've dumped this huge matter entirely on me to handle alone."

"Who made you so full of vigor and so capable?"

Jia Yuzhang, this lecherous old dog, truly has no shame—his words are salacious and his hands never idle; as he spoke he pulled Shen Bing into his embrace, his right paw groping her buttocks.

Shen Bing shoved him away disgustedly, still forcing a smile: "You just finished and you want another round? Take it easy—be careful I drain you dry, after which you won't even be able to get up."

"I just love your attentive lustfulness." Jia Yuzhang grinned and steered the conversation back to business: "Report, report—how's the situation going?"

"Huang Suying is still alive."

Shen Bing brought this up with a look of regret, picked up a cigarette and lit it.

Jia Yuzhang said, "I know about this—let's talk about the chief culprit, Lin Dongfan."

When Lin Dongfan was mentioned, Shen Bing's face broke into a confident smile: "It should be soon—just a matter of these two days; he'll definitely be dealt with by the Discipline Inspection Commission."

If Lin Dongfan heard this overconfidence, he'd surely laugh his head off.

Anti‑Corruption Bureau.

Having just finished organizing his property declaration materials, Lin Dongfan walked into the office of Bureau Chief Li Mingtang and handed the documents to Li Mingtang for review.

"This is my first time declaring personal assets to the organization; I'm not fully familiar with the procedures. Director Li, could you help me go through the process?"

"Let me take a look first."

Li Mingtang held a teacup in one hand and the documents in the other, sipping as he read.

He was the only person in the unit who knew Lin Dongfan's background.

Knowing Lin Dongfan was unlikely to be corrupt, given the strict family discipline of the Lin patriarch, I figured he was just playing stocks and real estate—his personal wealth couldn't be that great no matter how much he had.

But this composure didn't last more than three seconds.

When he saw those frightening strings of numbers, Li Mingtang startled and choked on a mouthful of tea; his formerly calm middle‑aged face instantly flushed red.

"Director Li, are you all right?" Lin Dongfan hurriedly offered two paper towels.

Li Mingtang caught his breath, waved a hand to decline: "I'm fine…" He set down his teacup and picked up the property declaration materials to continue reading.

The more he looked, the more speechless he felt, as if he were examining the asset sheet of a corrupt official.

"Two siheyuan on Jing Erhuan, two siheyuan on Jing Third Ring, one Audi A6, over five hundred million yuan in bank balances, stock accounts holding shares worth over sixty million yuan, and 100,000 Bitcoins…"

Upon reaching this point, Li Mingtang's heart rate spiked straight upward.

He stared at Lin Dongfan in disbelief and said, "Are you sure you really haven't taken anything? Speak frankly—don't worry that I can't bear the blow of losing a beloved general."

"Please believe me—I haven't taken a single cent." Lin Dongfan shook his head earnestly.

Li Mingtang was half‑believing, half‑doubting: "Explain to me where all this money came from? To be frank, you've scared me. I reckon if your old man saw this list, he'd jump out of his skin."

"I got rich legally," Lin Dongfan said confidently.

Li Mingtang snapped: "Which corrupt official would admit his money is ill‑gotten? I'm not asking whether it's legal—I'm asking where these several billion came from!"

"What's the rush?"

Lin Dongfan was genuinely speechless.

He pointed at the documents in Li Mingtang's hand and reminded him: "Flip ahead—there are stock‑trade settlement details and bank‑statement details."

Upon hearing that, Li Mingtang turned to the next page of the documents.

He examined it carefully.

Lin Dongfan added: "The initial capital for my stock trading was eight thousand yuan; after I married I added another fifty thousand, which my mother‑in‑law gave me. As for the money to buy the courtyard house, it came from family contributions. I squeezed every penny out of my father, my younger uncle, and my paternal aunt's private assets, and they were happy about it at the time."

Being drained and still happy? What a shameless excuse!

Li Mingtang glared, then kept looking at the application materials—page after page of stock‑trade settlement slips and bank‑statement details, enough to make one's eyes swim.

At the end, Li Mingtang frowned.

He immediately rose, shoved Lin Dongfan into his own bureau chief's chair, startling Lin Dongfan into jumping up: "Chief Li…"

"Sit."

Li Mingtang pressed Lin Dongfan back into the seat, then pulled out his own He Tianxia cigarette.

He shoved the cigarette straight into Lin Dongfan's mouth, leaving Lin Dongfan blinking in surprise.

Before Lin Dongfan could figure out what was going on, Li Mingtang produced a windproof lighter, bowed to light it, and said, "Old Master Fan, you can skip being an official, but you can't skip playing the stocks—from now on, point wherever you want and I'll back you."