Chapter 71

After Jian Sining took the phone, she stood behind supervising Yin Tiesheng, letting Yin Tiesheng operate it himself and play the relevant audio material.

Next, everyone heard a conversation like this:

Yin Teacher, you are the founder of the Calligraphy School. I spent five million to commission a piece of your work, and it's truly worth it. This piece of calligraphy, hung at home, can bring glory to a humble dwelling; hung in a company, it also has an air of renewing the old and ushering in the new.

Haha, President Wang is someone who knows good stuff.

Teacher Yin, you are a master of a school, with extensive connections. I have a matter I'd like to consult you on; I don't know if you could give me some pointers.

We're all friends, no need to be polite; if you have something to say, just say it.

It's like this: there was a fire at Green Bamboo Ridge, and quite a few people died. If this gets out, I'm worried people will say it's a cursed land. By then, even if I build the villa to be excellent, I'm afraid no one will buy it.

Actually, nobody wants to see a tragedy of death.

You're right.

Now it's not just you who's worried; everyone is worried. With so many people worrying, I think you don't need to keep worrying. Because there are people who can do what you cannot.

So what you mean is... this is settled?

Settled.

Teacher Yin, thank you so much; you truly are a grandmaster, a single word can decide the fate of heaven and earth.

The person who is most worried now is Dai Fengnian; he is the director of the Project Development Department at Green Bamboo Ridge. Rest assured, he will definitely help you wipe your ass clean.

No matter who wipes that ass, in any case, I thank you.

……

The entire recording is a total of 6 minutes and 27 seconds long.

Afterwards were just irrelevant small talk; the chairman of Ever Sand Group, Wang Minjuan, steered the conversation back to calligraphy, lavishing praise and exercising the art of flattery to the fullest.

Wang Zong, who has weathered the ups and downs of the business world, is undoubtedly a woman who deeply understands human nature.

Knowing that Yin Tiesheng is a person who craves vanity.

Although he sits on several billion in wealth, he does not put on the airs of a tycoon, laying on the flattery thick and fast, almost to the point of lifting the fame‑seeking Yin Tiesheng to the heavens.

Now it's Lin Dongfan and Jian Sining's turn to worry.

It is obvious that Wang Minjuan spent five million to buy Yin Tiesheng's calligraphy work, intending for Yin Tiesheng to say a word to Yin Qiurong, so that Yin Qiurong would suppress the truth of the forest fire.

Later, Yin Qiurong indeed classified the arson as an accidental fire.

And she pushed all responsibility onto the head of the deceased Yang Shoushan.

Letting the real arsonist go scot‑free.

But Yin Tiesheng, this old crafty fox, had already kept a trick up his sleeve. In the recording, he directly designated the person to wipe the ass as Dai Fengnian, not mentioning his daughter Yin Qiurong at all.

And the exceptionally clever Wang Minjuan also went along with his act, seeing through it but not exposing it.

This caused Wang Minjuan's five‑million purchase of the painting to appear unrelated to Yin Qiurong. On the surface, the person wiping the ass is Dai Fengnian, but the money ended up in the pockets of the Yin father and daughter.

Dark!

Too damn dark!

Lin Dongfan asked Yin Tiesheng, puzzled: 'When you recorded this conversation back then, was it precisely to deal with a situation like today's?'

'Don't rush, I still have many recordings.'

Yin Tiesheng seemed to have grabbed the last straw of salvation.

Excitedly pressing his phone: 'Stone mine boss Luoweilin, nickel mine boss Xu Yunfeng—whoever gave face to collect my works, I have had deep exchanges with them, and they have nothing to do with my daughter……'

'Hand it over!'

Jian Sining glumly snatched the phone away.

Yin Tiesheng tilted his head back: 'What do you mean? You won't let me prove my innocence?'

'No one is stopping you from proving your innocence; we need to further authenticate the authenticity and legality of these recordings.' Jian Sining returned to her seat and put Yin Tiesheng's phone back into the evidence bag.

Yin Tiesheng said confidently: 'Absolutely genuine and absolutely legal. When I recorded, I always gave prior notice to the other party, recording only with their permission.'

Cunning!

Informing the other party beforehand that you're recording—isn't that just hinting that they should speak carefully?

This way, not only is the legality of the recording secured, but the content of the conversation is also kept under control—a clever two‑birds‑with‑one‑stone move.

Lin Dongfan looked at Yin Tiesheng and smiled: 'All right, Master Yin, I heard you only have a junior‑high education, yet I didn't expect you to apply foresight and preparedness with such mastery.'

'You finally said something human.'

By nature, Yin Tiesheng gets fluttery after just two compliments.

He boasted proudly: 'Let me tell you this—without three axe moves, you truly can't scale Wagang Fort.'

'Oh, you still know history?'

Lin Dongfan chuckled: 'Then tally it up—Wang Minjuan spent five million buying your calligraphy, then asked you to help her suppress the truth of the forest fire; how many years should this earn you?'

'Didn't you hear? Wang Minjuan said in the recording: I am the founder of the Calligraphy School, spending five million to buy my calligraphy is not a loss at all. People are just spending money to buy art.'

Yin Tiesheng glared angrily.

He continued arguing: 'Besides, what did I do for her? I merely analyzed the situation for her, told her someone would help her wipe her ass, and told her not to rush—is that also illegal?'

'Well done!'

Lin Dongfan gave a thumbs‑up, his heart already sharpening the knife.

Yin Tiesheng glanced at Jian Sining, then at Lin Dongfan:

'I can see that you two really want to kill me with a single needle. But I now understand that you truly dare not deliver a fatal blow. Are you feeling suffocated? As I say, you two deserve it. If you had just accepted my eight‑figure sum earlier, everyone would go home, each find their own mother, and the outcome would be no less pleasant than now.'

Upon hearing this, Lin Dongfan furrowed his brows slightly and signaled Jian Sining to turn off the law‑enforcement recorder.

Jian Sining understood implicitly.

Seeing Jian Sining turn off the law‑enforcement recorder, Yin Tiesheng then went to lock the door from the inside, and instantly a black line appeared on his forehead: 'What are you trying to do? I warn you, this is a society ruled by law!'

'Nothing much, I just wanted to tell you how to write the character for "refreshing".'

Lin Dongfan rose with a smile, clenched his fists, and his finger joints cracked.

Was that the sound of joints?

No!

In Yin Tiesheng's eyes, it was the bugle of violence, the declaration of the grim reaper, the prelude to a bruised face; each sound exuded a terrifying aura that shook the soul.

In an instant, Yin Tiesheng's face turned ashen with tension.

He instinctively leapt back, ran to the window intending to fling it open and call for help, but the heavy blackout curtains were still closed; Lin Dongfan seized his arm and shoved him back into the chair.

Let go of me!

Yin Tiesheng struggled to rise, but his shoulders were held down firmly.

He simply couldn't get up.

Yin Tiesheng, again anxious to the point of tears, said: "I was just indulging a craving, why are you for real? I truly have a congenital heart condition, I really have the three highs! I really can't withstand your repeated torment..."

Senior Brother, long needle or short needle?

Jian Sining handed the packet of silver needles to Lin Dongfan.

Yin Tiesheng's heart leapt to his throat in fright, his struggles growing fiercer: "Someone's been killed! Lin Dongfan is going to kill someone! Is there nobody to stop this..."

The anguished roar echoed throughout the interrogation room.

Lin Dongfan stood behind the chair, pressing down hard on Yin Tiesheng's shoulders, leaning close to his ear to warn: "Even if you shout till your throat is raw, no one will save you; don't believe me? Try shouting a few more times."