Chapter 2268

The female secretary was terrified, her heart trembling with fear; she knew who You Jiayu was—he could crush her like an ant, and now that he suspected her of tampering with his computer, how could she not be afraid?

The female secretary shook her head frantically, her big wavy hair swaying—a very alluring sight—but You Jiayu had no interest in admiring it; he grabbed her hair and said, "Was it really you?"

The female secretary was too terrified to speak; You Jiayu gripped her hair tightly, and in pain, she cried out, stammering, "Young Master You, it really wasn't me—I don't even understand computers, how could I crack your password?"

Seeing that the female secretary didn't seem to be lying, You Jiayu reluctantly released her hair and turned back to the post.

The post exposed all of You Jiayu's secrets, and the netizens' replies unanimously cursed him, calling him a big fraud; now You Jiayu finally understood what it felt like to be denounced by the entire internet.

Fortunately, the post had only been up for half a day, and the online chaos hadn't yet spilled into the real world—no one had called the company demanding a refund.

You Jiayu was focused on reading the post when his phone kept ringing: "Hello, hello, Jiayu, are you listening?"

Tian Xiaopeng's call never ended, but You Jiayu was too absorbed in the post to hear Tian Xiaopeng's voice—he hadn't turned on speakerphone, the voice was too quiet, and he'd forgotten he was still on the call.

After reading the post for a while, You Jiayu picked up his phone, ready to contact the website and delete it, when he realized his phone had never been hung up; he shouted into it, "Xiaopeng, you saw this post too?"

Tian Xiaopeng said, "Yes, Jiayu, my friend found this post online and told me immediately, so I told you right away—you need to act fast; if you delete the post early, it might still avoid major fallout."

You Jiayu said, "Alright, I'll contact the website and delete it right away."

Tian Xiaopeng said, "Also, you must delete all the emails in your inbox immediately—leave no evidence behind."

You Jiayu snapped to his senses; Tian Xiaopeng was still sharp-minded—this post only showed screenshots of emails; if he deleted all emails from his inbox, he could claim the post's content was entirely forged.

Although his land sale was a scam, someone could still investigate—but how many people had the ability to investigate in the U. S.? If all else failed, he could take these few million U. S. dollars and live happily in America—wouldn't that be wonderful? After all, he had a U. S. green card.

You Jiayu said, "Alright, I'll delete them right away."

At that moment, You Jiayu heard a loud crash; his body instinctively trembled, and his head turned involuntarily toward the source—the door to his office, now smashed open, a police officer holding a camera, snapping photos.

Several police officers rushed in; their leader, a thirty-something First-Class Superintendent, looked at You Jiayu, frozen like a statue, and sneered as he moved his chin slightly: "Take him away!"

The officers surged toward You Jiayu; he suddenly turned to his computer, trying to open his email and delete the messages—but internet speed in this era was excruciatingly slow, like a snail's crawl; opening his email wouldn't happen quickly.

As You Jiayu frantically clicked his mouse, the officers rushed forward and pinned him to his desk.

The First-Class Superintendent frowned at You Jiayu's disheveled appearance and the female secretary; he ordered his men to hastily dress them, then handcuffed them and took them away—along with You Jiayu's computer and some documents from his desk.

You Jiayu's phone hadn't been hung up yet; the First-Class Superintendent picked it up from the desk, glanced at the caller's name.

"Tian Xiaopeng?" he muttered under his breath: "So it was him."

Tian Xiaopeng didn't know what had happened; he shouted into the phone: "Jiayu, what happened?"

The First-Class Superintendent pressed the end call button, turned off the phone, and slipped it into his pocket before leaving.

After You Jiayu's arrest, Yu Ruizhi received the news and immediately called Su Xinghui; Su Xinghui answered, learned the news, and said to Yu Ruizhi: "Brother Yu, thank you!"

Yu Ruizhi said, "What's this talk? That little fish, I've long disliked him; if not for your precise intelligence, I wouldn't have been able to deal with him—so thank Luo Wenchang for me."

Yu Ruizhi was currently in Jingcheng; You Jiayu's arrest was arranged by him—the First-Class Superintendent was a cousin of Han Xiang Dong, also a third-generation red, and after receiving concrete evidence from Luo Wenchang, he moved decisively to arrest him.

Although You Jiayu was a member of the You family, who cared now that he'd angered everyone? Arrested, he was arrested.

After hanging up, Su Xinghui couldn't help smiling and shaking his head; he'd read the post too—the email screenshots were only part of it; Luo Wenchang hadn't released many other emails involving Su Xinghui, but he'd shown them all to Su Xinghui.

Su Xinghui hadn't expected You Jiayu to be so perverted; besides intercepting his emails, You Jiayu's browsing habits were monitored—he frequented pornographic websites, and the more extreme, the better he liked them.

Among the email screenshots in this post were some URLs—those very extreme websites You Jiayu regularly visited; You Jiayu had finally gone viral online.

You Jiayu's scam also earned Su Xinghui's grudging respect—he knew how to exploit his resources and the psychology of the Chinese people to design a scheme that was quite clever for its time; to Su Xinghui, the scam was obvious at a glance, but for many Chinese, it was still easy to fall for.

In just one or two months, You Jiayu had swindled millions of U. S. dollars; if not for Luo Wenchang discovering this through his emails, You Jiayu might have become a freshly minted billionaire next year.

You Jiayu had been caught this time, but Tian Xiaopeng was hard to pin down—he was extremely cautious, never used email to contact You Jiayu, always called directly, leaving no direct evidence, so no concrete proof could be found against him.

Although You Jiayu and Tian Xiaopeng's frequent call records could be checked, what did that prove? They were alumni and friends; frequent calls were perfectly normal—he could easily claim ignorance.

Expecting You Jiayu to expose Tian Xiaopeng was also difficult; You Jiayu had been caught, but he was still Sun Zi's grandson; Sun Zi was still alive, even if he spent most of his time in bed—as long as he lived, his face had to be respected.

Therefore, You Jiayu could not be tortured—that would only give others grounds to attack and put oneself at a disadvantage; without torture, there was no hope of getting You Jiayu to talk—only the known evidence could be used to convict him.

So Tian Xiaopeng had slipped away again, like an eel, slippery and uncatchable; but Su Xinghui wasn't disappointed—Tian Xiaopeng had repeatedly tried to frame him and failed, and now even his powerful ally You Jiayu had fallen—what other tricks could Tian Xiaopeng possibly have?

Su Xinghui was now extremely confident: as long as he walked upright and stood straight, no one could frame him—he had no fear of Tian Xiaopeng.

Tian Xiaopeng now had little real power; if he wanted to fight Su Xinghui, he could only sabotage him covertly—these tactics were extremely limited in effect.

Su Xinghui already knew all the tricks Tian Xiaopeng had used, and he would remain vigilant—he wasn't going to be careless.

You Jiayu's arrest was a sharp counterstrike by Su Xinghui; it would surely intimidate those with ill intentions, making them hesitate before framing Su Xinghui again.

Su Xinghui was no harmless little bunny—he was a tiger ready to bare his fangs; anyone who dared scheme against him must beware Su Xinghui's retaliation.

After this, Su Xinghui would surely enjoy a period of peace.