Chapter 929

Blue Bridge Accounting Firm, located in a Grade-A office building in the core CBD area of Place. The glass curtain wall gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the marble floor in the lobby was polished to a mirror shine.

Wan Xiaoqing stood downstairs, looked up at the building, and took a deep breath.

She wore a dark gray suit today, her hair neatly coiled, holding a briefcase, walking with purpose.

Two young people from the Investigation Division followed her, one on each side, like her guards.

The front desk girl had never seen such a scene, she froze for a moment before reacting.

Hello, may I ask who you're looking for?

I'm Wan Xiaoqing from the Tax Bureau, here to see your person in charge.

Wan Xiaoqing slapped her work ID onto the counter.

Full of official authority!

The front desk girl felt a bit nervous under her aura, and quickly called to inform the relevant department's head.

Soon, a man in his forties emerged from the elevator, dressed in a suit, his hair slicked shiny, wearing a professional smile.

Director Wan? Long admired. I'm a partner at Blue Bridge Accounting, surname Fang.

Wan Xiaoqing had no intention of shaking hands.

She calmly replied, "Director Fang, our bureau sent two letters, and you said the documents were being organized. I came myself today; please take me to see them."

Director Fang's smile froze for a second, then quickly returned to normal: "Director Wan, it's not that we're unwilling to cooperate with the investigation; there are simply too many documents. Mortal Group is a major client of our firm, we've worked together for seven or eight years. Just the materials generated from acquiring Zhao Group fill over ten boxes, and organizing them takes time."

Wan Xiaoqing said sternly, "Director Fang, do you think I have plenty of time, or that the Tax Bureau is easy to talk to?"

"Director Wan, you're overthinking it; I didn't mean that."

Director Fang gave an embarrassed laugh.

Wan Xiaoqing flared her official authority, ordering on the spot: "I didn't come today to negotiate with you. Where are the documents? Lead the way now."

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The smile on Director Fang's face finally couldn't be maintained.

He glanced at the two young people behind Wan Xiaoqing, then at her icy face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine, this way please."

The archive room was in the basement; as the door opened, a stale smell of paper and ink hit them.

Dozens of steel cabinets stood in neat rows.

The lighting was dim and yellowish.

Like a sleeping tomb.

Director Fang led them to the innermost row of cabinets: "Mortal Group's documents are all here; the materials from acquiring Zhao Group are in these few boxes."

Wan Xiaoqing said nothing, opened the nearest box, pulled out a document at random, and flipped through a few pages. The handwriting was clear, the data detailed, and all signatures and seals were present.

She flipped through several more; they were all the same.

Director Fang stood aside, his smile returning somewhat: "Director Wan, Blue Bridge always conducts itself lawfully. Every item in Mortal Group's audit has verifiable evidence."

Wan Xiaoqing closed the document and looked at him: "Director Fang, after years of auditing, you should know that some problems aren't in the books but outside them."

Director Fang froze for a moment.

Wan Xiaoqing didn't look at him again, telling the two young people behind her: "Move them, take everything back to the bureau."

Director Fang's face changed drastically: "Director Wan, these documents involve trade secrets of multiple clients; you can't..."

"Director Fang!"

Wan Xiaoqing cut him off on the spot, eyes flashing with anger: "Obstructing a tax investigation—what the consequences are, you should know better than I!"

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Director Fang opened his mouth but said nothing.

Wan Xiaoqing also ignored him and turned to walk out.

The two young people began moving the boxes—one, two, three… they filled eight large cardboard boxes, stacked in the hallway like a small hill.

Director Fang stood aside, his face alternating between pale and ashen.

He pulled out his phone, wanting to make a call, hesitated, then put it back. Making a call in front of Wan Xiaoqing would be somewhat inappropriate.

4 p. m.

Wan Xiaoqing returned to the Tax Bureau.

Eight large cardboard boxes piled in the Investigation Division's office, taking up half the room. Wang Jianye looked at them, his expression extremely complex.

Wang Jianye timidly asked: "Director Wan, do we really have to examine these documents one by one?"

"Nonsense!"

Wan Xiaoqing took off her coat, hung it on the chair back, and her whole body exuded an undeniable official aura.

Wang Jianye hesitated: "Director Wan, will Blue Bridge Accounting have objections?"

"Section Chief Wang, are you afraid they'll have objections, or afraid of offending Mortal Group's backer?" Wan Xiaoqing's gaze was like a blade, fixed on Wang Jianye as he broke into a cold sweat.

Wang Jianye sensibly shut his mouth.

That night, the entire Tax Bureau worked overtime; no one was allowed to go home.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened. The lights in the Tax Bureau blazed on, illuminating the boxes piled on the desks and the silhouettes of those working at their desks.

Past eight in the evening.

Lin Dongfan, after dinner, leaned on the sofa looking at his phone.

Secretary Xiao Chen sent a message: "Wan Xiaoqing went to Blue Bridge Accounting today and hauled back all the audit documents—eight whole boxes, and she really isn't tired."

Lin Dongfan's brows furrowed slightly.

He had heard of Blue Bridge Accounting.

It ranks first in the accounting field of Jianglan Province and has partnerships with many large enterprises.

Mortal Group has worked with them for years without issue. Wan Xiaoqing is pointing her sword at the core—she intends to turn out every last detail.

He thought for a moment.

Lin Dongfan thought it over for Xiao Chen, then replied with a message: "Let her go."

"Should we say hello to Ye Jiaying of Mortal Group?" Secretary Xiao Chen sent another message.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "Saying hello now is just handing them a lever. We're watching them, and they're watching our every move—don't be stupid."

"Are we just going to watch Wan Xiaoqing bite people like a mad dog?" Xiao Chen's words carried a suffocating feeling.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help but laugh.

He quickly replied: "Since you know she's a mad dog, you should endure even more. Normal people wouldn't tear into a mad dog. Stay calm—Ye Jiaying isn't a helpless fool. Let the mad dog go crazy for a while, then when she can't cause trouble anymore, we'll reasonably teach her how to behave."

Just after finishing the message and putting down his phone, Chu Lingxi came over.

"Honey, who are you chatting with?"

"Work-related matters."

"You're all work all day."

Chu Lingxi pursed her lips, picked up the remote to change the channel, seeming unhappy.

Lin Dongfan lightly put his arm around her shoulder, didn't explain anything further, and his mind was still on those audit drafts from Blue Bridge Accounting Firm.

Wan Xiaoqing's fire burned brighter and brighter.

He wasn't afraid that Wan Xiaoqing would find something; Mortal Group's accounts were clean. But clean things also fear being scrutinized, fearing someone might tamper secretly.

It's like a white cloth that, left too long, will always gather dust.

The more you wipe, the dirtier it feels.