Chapter 161: He Panshan is finished, Qin Miao is really ruthless!

"Come, old brother, I'll give you ten dollars; at the current exchange rate of 1.5, that's exactly fifteen yuan. If you take it to the black market, you can get more than twenty yuan."

He Panshan handed over the money while opening the car door, intending to get out.

Who would have thought that upon seeing the foreign exchange, the driver first stared in surprise, then flew into a rage, got out of the car, yanked open the rear door, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed He Panshan's collar.

"Come out, you bastard, still want to cause trouble? Look, I won't beat you until your face is full of peach blossoms, so you'll know why flowers are this red!"

Bang!

The huge fist smashed into his face.

"Ouch!"

He Panshan was dazed, what's going on? I gave him money already; this driver is just here to vent his anger, right?

"Hey, what are you doing hitting someone?"

"I'm beating your kind, keeping turtles in a jar..."

"Ouch, ouch!" He Panshan took a few more blows, his anger flared—just a fight, who's afraid of whom!

He Panshan swung his fist, but unfortunately, having lived a life of comfort, he'd never fought before; his punch hit thin air, then a solid blow landed squarely on his stomach. He clutched his belly and fell, cursing: "You damn bastard, do you know who I am? Listen, you're in trouble, big trouble!"

The driver still wanted to beat someone when a sidecar pulled up, three men in big caps gathered around: "What's going on?"

"Public Security comrades, you've finally come!"

He Panshan said this with a sobbing tone, only to discover the driver had said almost the same thing at the same time.

"What are you complaining about? Clearly I'm the one who got beaten!"

"Speak up, what happened? If you can't make it clear, go back to the station and explain!"

"Public Security comrade, this guy used foreign currency to fool me; last time I accepted a thousand-unit foreign note, thinking I'd made a profit, but it turned out to be worth only forty yuan! Now he owes me fifteen yuan for the fare, yet he tries to fool me with a ten-unit foreign note worth just four jiao! Damn it, do you think I'm stupid?"

He Panshan finally understood.

This driver had once taken Japanese yen and been scammed; this time...

Lack of education is truly terrifying!

"You idiot, last time you took Japanese yen, which is worthless; this is US dollars, dollars—money Americans spend, you get it?" He Panshan exploded, roared at the driver, then turned to the several big-cap men.

"Gentlemen comrades, you must decide for me today! I'm from the aerospace system..."

The leading big-cap man's face turned solemn: "May I ask, have you recently had any overseas assignments?"

"Well... no."

"Then where did your foreign exchange come from?"

He Panshan's face changed instantly: "Gentlemen comrades, my son is studying abroad; this foreign exchange was applied for by him, completely legal, I just didn't bring it with me..."

"Sorry, we need to conduct a detailed investigation."

"Hey, you're just a few low-level Public Security officers; I'm a section-level cadre, section-level—I just need to make a phone call and you..."

"Are you threatening us? Come on, go to the police station for investigation! We suspect you're a yellow‑coin foreign‑exchange profiteer!"

"No, no, I'm not! This is the Light Industry Company; I know the person in charge, Old Xiao. If he comes out, he can prove my identity!"

At this moment He Panshan faintly sensed that this matter wasn't an accident but was deliberately pushed by someone.

"Fine, then we'll waste a few minutes."

One Public Security officer went to the gatehouse, asked a few questions, and returned.

"Manager Xiao isn't here, so you still have to come with us!"

"I also know Old Xiao's secretary..."

"He's not here either, let's go!"

Upstairs.

"Manager Xiao, are we really not going to show up? Just a word from us could relieve He Panshan's predicament, send charcoal in the snow—better than adding flowers to brocade." The secretary spoke curiously.

Manager Xiao shook his head: "Old He is done for!"

"Why?"

"Now, state control over foreign exchange is extremely strict; unused foreign exchange taken abroad must be handed back promptly upon return. As for Old He, if I remember correctly, he had already greeted the Foreign Exchange Department and applied for a large amount of extra foreign exchange for his son. Now..."

"Someone is deliberately setting him up to fail?"

"If I'm not mistaken, his whistle‑blower letter about illegally applying for foreign exchange has already been stuffed into Zhongnanhai's mailbox, and coincidentally they've caught him using foreign exchange domestically. This time, Old He will likely be made an example, eight or nine times out of ten he'll be purged to the end, assigned as a village head or similar cadre in a remote area."

Manager Xiao felt deeply moved.

"Maybe... it's not that bad? Leader Zhang isn't the type to do things to the extreme; he and Leader He both came from Sichuan Province..."

"He really isn't, but his son‑in‑law is a vengeful sort—think about his trouble with the Foreign Exchange Department... Forget it, this Ha Gong Da wants to set up its own import‑export company; we can't stand in the way, we must support it, after all, this is reform."

Manager Xiao made up his mind in secret.

Night deepened; Qin Miao and Chu Miaomiao had already entered Chu Miaomiao's original room and went to sleep together.

Bang bang bang!

"San Shui, open the door, I have something to ask you!"

A few minutes later, Qin Miao rubbed his eyes and came out: "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Did you go out this afternoon?"

"Yeah."

"What did you go out for?"

"Just wandering around."

"Come, let's talk in my study! Miaomiao, go back, continue sleeping!"

Chu Miaomiao still wanted to come out, but her father's glare forced her to retreat a step unwillingly; in her memory she had never seen her father so angry—what was San Shui up to?

In the study.

"Speak, did you scheme against Old He?"

Dad, what are you talking about? I'm just a freshman; how could I plot against someone who's been struggling in officialdom for decades? Speaking of which, what exactly did he do wrong?

You really don't know?

I never concern myself with things that have nothing to do with me.

If it weren't you who did it, I'd let it go…… but this time, it's Old He Jiu bringing it on himself; don't blame others. Alright, go to sleep.

Qin Miao came out and saw two figures swooping back to their rooms: one was Chu Miaomiao, the other Chu Guilan.

He returned to bed.

San Shui bro, this afternoon we met a shifty-eyed guy, you……

Don't talk nonsense; we haven't seen anyone.

Qin Miao hadn't done anything; he just wanted to scope things out, and happened to see He Panshan about to leave, so he followed him to the parking lot and came up with an idea.

He flashed his wallet, and within a minute a thief showed up; he immediately caught the thief, gave him some money, told him to cut He Panshan's pocket, take all the money, and then slip ten dollars into He Panshan's other pocket.

The thief did as he was told.

At the time he was well covered up, so the thief could absolutely not recognize him; in the worst case, the police could only trace the thief, and even if they knew it was a setup, He Panshan's violation in applying for excess foreign exchange for his son would definitely not go unnoticed!

If He Panshan dares to cause trouble, we'll beat him into the dust!