Chapter 570: The Last Sum of Money

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

Cheng Wenhao's voice suddenly shot up an octave, his face turning deathly pale in an instant, a fine sheen of sweat even breaking out on his forehead:

"I don't understand, what other sum of money?"

His tone was full of confusion and bewilderment, as if he had absolutely no idea what Yu Dazhang was talking about.

Yet in his eyes, a hint of barely concealed panic and unease flickered through.

With that kind of acting, you still have the nerve to play games with the police… Yu Dazhang looked at him with contempt:

"A repeat offender like you, who's been in and out of prison so many times, has seen every kind of person there is, so of course you know people are the least reliable."

"So you're well aware that any money someone has their eye on is bound to slip away."

"Even if you can hold onto it, your parents won't be able to."

He curled one corner of his mouth, fixing Cheng Wenhao with a clown-staring look:

"Whether it's the bounty or that three hundred thousand, it's all money on the surface — once the police have their eye on it, sooner or later it'll be tracked down."

Yu Dazhang's voice carried undisguised contempt:

"I really didn't expect your mind to run that deep — those two sums of money were actually both smoke bombs you used to throw the police off."

At that point, he suddenly stopped, as if waiting for something.

What came next was a battle of wills.

Yu Dazhang wasn't sure his own deduction was correct, so he had to wait.

The cards were on the table now; if the deduction was right, Cheng Wenhao would naturally let a crack show.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, Cheng Wenhao's psychological defenses crumbled.

"You, you…"

He stammered, terror flashing through his eyes:

"No, please, I beg you…"

"Shut up!" Yu Dazhang suddenly barked in a low voice:

"I didn't come here to listen to you beg for mercy. After I step out in a bit, I hope you'll tell me where that three hundred thousand went — that's the real reason I'm here."

He paused briefly, then went on:

"Of course, you can choose not to talk, and then this case will be taken over by me."

Yu Dazhang's words carried a note of confidence:

"Take a guess — will I find that money or not?"

From the look on Cheng Wenhao's face, he already had his answer.

Just as he'd deduced, there really was another sum of money.

And no one knew about that sum, because everyone who did had been killed by Cheng Wenhao.

That's right — it was the valuables from Yao Jing's home.

No matter what era it is, wealthy households always keep a certain amount of cash and gold items to preserve their value.

Even if they're up to their ears in debt at the bank, those so-called rich people still hang on to large amounts of cash.

This isn't a habit — it's a strategy for dealing with sudden emergencies.

If something unexpected happens — a financial crisis, say, or legal trouble — a person's bank account can be frozen in no time.

In that situation, none of the money online belongs to you anymore.

But cash, as long as it's hidden well, won't be seized so easily.

This practice isn't limited to the rich.

Anyone, as long as their finances allow, will find ways to keep some cash on hand for a rainy day.

Those people who collect famous watches — you think they really love them?

Compared to cash, famous watches are easier to store and carry; the biggest advantage is: small size, quick to convert to cash.

To a certain extent, famous watches can also be seen as a cash substitute.

"I'll talk."

Cheng Wenhao's lips were trembling:

"That three hundred thousand, I put it at…"

"You don't need to tell me." Yu Dazhang waved a hand:

"Someone will come talk to you in detail shortly. Also, if that sum is too large, I hope you'll cough some of it up too."

"Your parents aren't young anymore either — sitting on too much money isn't necessarily a good thing for them."

He had absolutely no idea how much money and valuables Cheng Wenhao had taken from Yao Jing's home.

And that sum was now in a state where the dead could no longer testify against it.

The reason Yu Dazhang said this was on the principle of squeezing out whatever he could, trying to get Cheng Wenhao to give up that money.

Given how cunning Cheng Wenhao was, he would surely have hidden that money in scattered locations, letting his parents discover it bit by bit.

"I understand, I understand."

Cheng Wenhao hurriedly agreed: