Haitianda is a technology company whose main business is software development and sales of computers and related products.
But looking at the company's financial statements, the real profits from software and computer sales are pitifully small, while most of the profits come from investment income.
Checking the company's account flow, a large amount of funds actually flowed to the company's accounts with securities companies and futures companies.
What is even more strange is that there are frequent funds flowing in and out between Wanhao Trading Company and Haitian Company.
It often happens that Wanhao Trading Company transfers a sum of money to Haitian Trading Company. After some time, whether long or short, a sum of similar amount is transferred from Haitian Trading Company back to Wanhao Trading Company.
Occasionally, a large amount of money will be transferred from Haitian Company to the account of Wanhao Trading Company, and the purpose of the funds is mostly "payment for goods."
However, since the end of last year, several large sums of funds were transferred from Marriott Commerce to Haitian, but have not been transferred back.
Li Ji also discovered that Haitian Company imported a large amount of computer and software products from abroad through Wanhao Trading, and the amount was huge, far exceeding the usual scale.
Li Ji checked the loan account page again and found that Haitianda Company frequently borrowed money from China Construction Bank. The amount of a single transaction is in the tens of millions, and sometimes even exceeds 100 million.
However, most loans are repaid within a short period of time and rarely exceed six months.
Li Ji was confused.
It is really suspicious that such a company can get a loan from China Construction Bank.
You can spot the problem just by looking at the report. Such customers simply do not meet the bank's credit access conditions. If there are no other reasons, it is unlikely to be approved according to normal credit review principles.
"President Tang of the People's Bank of China..."
Li Ji remembered what Cui Hao said on the phone.
He flipped through the company's loan information and saw the basic information of the company's executives in the "Company Basic Information" section.
"Chairman, Tang Bin, MBA from the University of Hong Kong,...General Manager, Tao Shanming, graduated from a technical secondary school at the Provincial Finance School, undergraduate (correspondence education) from the Municipal Party School,..."
Tao Shanming?
The name looked familiar to Li Ji, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. He thought for a while and put the pages back.
Outside, it was completely dark. Look at the watch, it's almost nine o'clock.
Li Ji stretched and felt his back was sore and painful. My mind was more like a ball of mush, dazed, and it seemed like I couldn't turn around anymore.
My body felt a little cold, and my nose kept running clear. Li Ji pressed his forehead hard several times, organized the information on the table, put it carefully into the filing cabinet, and locked it.
That cup of tea has already gone cold.
Li Ji took a sip and found it very bitter: it was too strong.
Turn off the light and go out the door. Li Ji felt better as the cool air came to him.
The entire office building was empty and eerily quiet. The lights in the corridor had been turned off, and only a few dazzling spotlights were still on at the top of the stairs.
He suddenly felt lonely. I wanted to go to Liao Ying's place, but I didn't want to move at all.
I haven't called my mother for a long time. But he took out his phone, thought about it, and put it back.
At this time, what can be said.
Li Ji knew that he was not a person who would hide things, and he might let something slip through in just a few words. If mom knew about it, wouldn't she be worried to death?
My stomach growled. Li Ji really didn't want to go back and eat instant noodles, so he went downstairs and out of the yard, walking towards a small alley in the back.
There, there are several snack bars that are often open until late.
When I walked to the alley, I saw several doorways with lights on. The lights were dim, and there was a bit of warmth in the growing darkness.
Li Ji walked into a dumpling shop and ordered a plate of dumplings. After taking a few bites, two men who looked like construction workers walked in with orange plastic safety helmets in their hands.
The two of them each ordered a large plate of dumplings, and while eating, they chatted in their hometown dialect that Li Ji couldn't understand, and burst into laughter from time to time.
Li Ji suddenly felt no longer hungry and lost his appetite. Looking at the two people with gray heads and faces, eating dumplings with big mouthfuls of dumplings, but with satisfied expressions on their faces, I somehow felt envious for no reason.
I barely finished a plate of dumplings and couldn't even remember the taste.
Li Ji paid the bill, walked out of the shop, looked back, and thought to himself: If he really lost his job, he might not even be as good as these construction workers.
The night is getting late, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.
Li Ji walked out of the alley and walked in the flickering shade of trees. The night breeze is cool and feels very comfortable on my face. Li Ji felt that his mind was much clearer.
It seems that a lot of funds from Wanhao Trading Company flowed into the stock market and futures market through Haitianda Company. How much of these funds are bank credit funds?
Also, Wan Cheng went to Macau to gamble, where did the gambling money come from? Will there be funds from loans as well?
This Haitianda company is quite unusual.
The eldest brother's woman is the son of President Tang of the People's Bank of China. Who is Mr. Tao Shanming, Mr. Tao? It seems that he shouldn't be an ordinary person.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone suddenly vibrated.
It must be Liao Ying. She called again worriedly. Li Ji took out his cell phone and looked at the number, his eyes filled with surprise.
The caller turned out to be Wan Daming.
After all these years, Li Ji still can't remember when Wan Daming took the initiative to call him, and it was so late.
"Li Ji, is there anyone next to you?" Li Ji answered the phone and heard Wan Daming's urgent voice before he spoke.
Li Ji subconsciously looked around.
The street was empty. Except for a dog lying under the wall not far away, there was no one around.
"Uncle Wan, it's just me," Li Ji was suspicious, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."
"You are the only one who knows this. Don't tell anyone." Wan Daming was so strict as never before, which startled Li Ji.
"Well, well," Li Ji nodded quickly, "Old man, can you still not believe me?"
"Well," Wan Daming's voice softened, "it's just because I trust you that I came to talk to you."
Li Ji couldn't help but feel nervous as he listened: Is something big going to happen again?
