Chapter 316: People Die for Wealth

Ye Jiaying's bounty notice, once posted online, was like a deep-water bomb, blowing up both the political and business circles of Jianglan Province.

Earlier, Lin Dongfan said the reward for a clue was five hundred yuan.

Ye Jiaying's brain must have an auto-correct function, because the bounty notice wrote that a clue rewards five million—just one character off, the difference between a kitten and a Siberian tiger.

People die for wealth, birds die for food; under a heavy reward there will always be brave men.

Ye Jiaying specially opened two rooms at the Shangri-La Grand Hotel, one for herself and one to receive those informants attracted by the huge bounty.

During the day, no one came to report; presumably they had reservations.

Only a few media reporters came for interviews.

By evening.

The allure of money finally lifted the curtain.

Someone wearing a black mask and large sunglasses, dressed like a star who avoids the public, sneaked into the Shangri-La Grand Hotel.

Others dressed in security uniforms, posing as Shangri-La Grand Hotel security to go upstairs.

All sorts of tricks and schemes.

Refreshing one's worldview.

"What did you just say?"

Ye Jiaying looked at the fake security guard sitting opposite and expressed that she was speechless.

Liu Wei and Liu Gang, seated nearby and responsible for recording the informants' information, as well as the retired military dog with a tiger's head squatting beside them, were equally speechless.

Liu Wei and Liu Wu, the two brothers, came from Lin Dongfan's private bodyguard team.

Without a doubt, Lin Dongfan sent these two brothers to assist Ye Jiaying, mainly to ensure her personal safety, after all this operation is quite big.

Liu Wei held the camcorder, continuously filming the fake security guard: "Brother, do you really think you can get five million for a clue like that? That's excessive; our President Ye truly isn't a clueless pushover."

Speaking of lacking brains and breasts, the fake security guard couldn't help glancing at Ye Jiaying's chest.

Estimated to be a 36D cup.

A size too big to hold with one hand.

Quite large!

As for whether she has brains, that's hard to say.

The fake security guard looked at the pile of cash on the bed—one hundred million—his pupils dilated; he felt that a rich person's brain could be kicked by a donkey as well.

This is a hundred million!

It covered the entire Simmons bed, stacked over half a meter high; even when I burn ghost money at graves during Qingming Festival, I could never produce such a scale.

Sun Fucheng is already dead; who would normal people fork out a hundred million to collect his corruption clues?

Moreover, this would offend the Zou family, posing enormous risk.

Having thought this through in silence.

The fake security guard tentatively asked Ye Jiaying: "If not five million, could you give four million? I'm also under pressure to blow the whistle; otherwise I might get sabotaged when I go back."

"Your tip is only worth five hundred."

Ye Jiaying gave Liu Wu a look; Liu Wu understood instantly and immediately handed over five hundred-yuan bills to the fake security guard.

The fake security guard didn't reach out to take them.

He glumly asked Ye Jiaying: "Sun Fucheng's wife never pays when she goes to my sister-in-law's beauty salon for upkeep; is this tip really only worth five hundred?"

"Just five hundred." Ye Jiaying replied noncommittally.

The fake security guard, looking troubled, asked: "What level of tip would earn five million?"

"The kind that could lead to a conviction." Seeing the fake security guard seemed to have something on his mind, Ye Jiaying encouraged: "If it's a serious crime that could result in life imprisonment or the death penalty, and you can provide solid evidence, I can raise the reward to ten million—think about it."

Ten million!

The fake security guard's heart gave a little jump.

If I had ten million in cash, I wouldn't bother working a piss-ant job anymore; I wouldn't need to hide my private savings, I could just take my sister-in-law abroad—would I even have a son without an asshole?

As the saying goes, the bold get stuffed, the timid starve.

Opportunity must not be missed!

The fake security guard turned to Liu Wei, who was holding the camcorder, and said: "Brother, I'm not wearing a mask; can you cut out what you just recorded? Filming like this puts psychological pressure on me."

Liu Wei didn't speak; he just glanced at Ye Jiaying's reaction.

Ye Jiaying told the fake security guard: "Recording is mainly to ensure the procedure is legal; there's no room for negotiation."

The camcorder definitely cannot be turned off.

With so many people coming today to report on Sun Fucheng, who knows if there are any spies of Zou Feiyun among them.

If someone were to turn around and accuse her, saying Ye Jiaying used the bounty as a pretense to lure people in, then illegally forced them to frame Sun Fucheng...

... the consequences would be serious; she might even end up eating prison food.

Seeing the fake security guard still hesitating, Ye Jiaying added: "Rest assured, we won't disclose your privacy to the outside."

"You... really would give ten million?" the fake security guard said, eager to try.

Ye Jiaying waved her hand toward the cash piled on the bed: "With a hundred million in cash laid out here, as long as you provide evidence that could lead to a life sentence, you can bring a sack to scoop up the money."

"I forgot to bring a sack." The fake security guard frowned glumly.

Ye Jiaying smiled: "No problem, we've already prepared large suitcases for you; use as many as you like, they're all new."

"President Ye truly offers thorough service."

The fake security guard grinned, turned, and cautiously glanced at the door; seeing it closed and nothing stirring outside, he finally relaxed.

He fears nothing else but ears on the wall.

The fake security guard pinched his throat, producing a hoarse tone: "As far as I know, the deputy station chief of our TV station, Zhu Xianhua, got his position by paying for a backdoor."

"Whose backdoor did Zhu Xianhua use?" Ye Jiaying asked.

The impostor security guard brother replied without hesitation: 'Who else could it be? Of course, it's through Sun Fucheng's back door. Back then, Sun Fucheng was the top official of the provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, and with a son-in-law from the Zou family, his power reached the heavens—whether it was a government agency or a public institution, he could get his hand in.'

How much money did he take from Zhu Xianhua?

Ever since Ordinary People Media Company was established, the company has frequently cooperated with Jianglan Province TV Station, and not long ago it even sent two newcomers onto a variety show.

Ye Jiaying had also heard a bit of gossip about the TV station.

She stared at the impostor security guard brother without blinking.

She had already guessed in her mind who this guy was—probably the deputy director of the variety show channel who had just been publicly slapped by Zhu Xianhua not long ago, Lu Zhou.

Seeing the other party hesitate and not answer, Ye Jiaying said again: 'Now you're not just picking up money; you're also trying to regain your dignity. He doesn't even treat you as a person, so why are you worrying so much?'

Hearing that, the impostor security guard brother broke out in a black line: 'Do you know who I am?'

'Liu Hong from our company has mentioned you before.' Ye Jiaying urged: 'Stop being vague, speak up—how much money did Sun Fucheng take from Zhu Xianhua?'

'This matter is hard to talk about...' Lu Zhou said glumly: 'It's not that I don't want to say; mainly... I'm not even clear on exactly how much money was given. However, I estimate it's at least seven figures.'

'If there are only clues and no evidence, the reward will be halved.' Ye Jiaying took advantage of the situation to press further.

Upon hearing that the reward would be halved, Lu Zhou immediately glanced at the money on the bed again, feeling a pang of heartache. Money is a good thing, but this woman is ruthless—she just cut off five million.

He steadied himself slightly.

Lu Zhou then revealed another bombshell from the bottom of the box: 'I really can't produce evidence of Sun Fucheng's corruption, but I can produce evidence of Zhu Xianhua's corruption—this should also be worth five million, right?'

'Let's hear it first.' Ye Jiaying said eagerly.

Lu Zhou said: 'That bastard surnamed Zhu, didn't he slap me not long ago? I've been gathering dirt on him these days.'

What kind of dirt?

I have a USB drive containing short videos of him forcibly sleeping with female artists, as well as evidence of his accepting bribes. If it weren't for considering that Sun Fucheng would protect him, I would have already handed the materials over to the provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Did you bring the USB drive?

How could I carry that on my person? It's at my home.

Liu Wu, you go with him to get the USB drive.

This money...

Lu Zhou glanced again at the hundred million in cash on the bed, thinking that ten million of it was already his, and his heartbeat quickened considerably.

Ye Jiaying said: 'Once you get the USB drive, I'll have someone send the money to your home.'