"You and Wan Cheng are old classmates. After so many years, they are almost like brothers." Wan Daming's voice was filled with sadness. "Wan Cheng is an arrogant kid. He always feels that I look down on him and refuses to give up." Let him do things according to his own ideas, but it has only been two years since I handed the group over to him, and it has become like this..."
Wan Daming's throat seemed to be blocked and he didn't speak for a while.
Li Ji heard a twitching sound in his nose.
"In the past few days, I arranged for the audit department to conduct a general investigation and found that Wan Cheng has been misappropriating the group's funds." Half a day later, Wan Daming continued, "At the beginning, he did some serious business, and then he heard from someone. Suggestion, actually use the money to speculate in stocks and futures..."
Li Ji understood. Most of the funds in Haitian's securities and futures accounts must come from Marriott Trading Company.
Fortunately, Wan Daming didn't know about Wan Cheng's gambling in Macau, otherwise, he would have gone crazy.
"Is it Haitianda Company?" Li Ji couldn't help but ask.
"It's not clear yet," Wan Daming said. "I plan to arrange manpower to check carefully..."
"Yes, we should check it carefully."
"But, I don't trust these people in the group very much," Wan Daming hesitated, "I want you to check for me first and see if there are any problems..."
Wan Daming stopped, as if deep in thought. After a while, he added: "You happen to be collecting loans from the trading company. With this convenience, you won't attract much attention."
"I don't want to make too much noise," Wan Daming said. "These days, the trading company has people blocking the door. There are people there day and night. It's almost like a party or parade."
Li Ji heard Wan Daming sigh heavily.
"Fortunately, from the beginning, the trading company was not within the Marriott Group's listed company system," Wan Daming breathed a sigh of relief, "otherwise, I don't know how to explain it to shareholders?"
"Hey, that's it. The company's stock price has dropped a lot in the past few days..."
Another long sigh.
"Uncle Wan, don't worry, I will find out as soon as possible."
"Well," Wan Daming's voice returned to normal, "Uncle knows you have this ability..."
"Don't worry, I will be the first to repay the CCB loan and won't embarrass you." Wan Daming added as if he was worried that Li Ji would be worried.
Li Ji thought for a while but didn't reply.
"The group has already held a meeting, and I decided to transfer those idle projects as soon as possible, withdraw funds, and focus on a few key projects..."
Li Ji nodded, Wan Daming's idea was more practical.
"In the past few days, the group has been negotiating with several potential customers, and it is expected that the results will be available soon..."
Li Ji felt a little relieved: it seemed that there was hope for loan recovery.
"It's just that the trading company is having some trouble. It's all in disarray," Wan Daming said. "The door is blocked, and the vouchers and account books can't be taken out..."
"Isn't there any in the group?"
Li Ji knew that the Marriott Group had spent a lot of money in the past few years to install an accounting information system. The accounts of the group and its affiliated companies are all handled centrally at the headquarters.
"No," Wan Daming replied, "At first, considering that the trading company had a lot of external business, including import and export, it was inconvenient, so I didn't log into the system for the time being..."
Although Wan Daming said this, Li Ji knew that Wanhao Trading Company must have some businesses that it was not willing to let more people know about, so it was listed separately.
"I'll think about it again and see if I can ask people to move out the vouchers and computers at night when there are fewer people..." Wan Daming said slowly, "Hey, these people, it seems they are real I’m so anxious that I have to stay there at night.”
"But the trading company has no money at all. Even if it's repayment, you have to let me sort it out, right?" Wan Daming seemed a little helpless.
"Uncle Wan, don't be in a hurry, take your time." Although Li Ji said this, he was more anxious than Wan Daming in his heart.
"Okay, that's it," Wan Daming said, "Don't worry and check it out. Whenever you need it, just tell your uncle."
"I understand, old man."
The busy tone of "beep beep" sounded and Wan Daming had hung up the phone.
Li Ji stood under the tree, with thick black tree shadows falling on his face. The wind blew softly in my ears, and the shadows of the trees flickered.
Li Ji's heart was also up and down.
After returning to the dormitory, Li Ji felt that his whole body was in a ball, he had a severe headache, and his nose was dripping with runny nose. He didn't even wash his feet, took off his coat, got into bed and fell asleep.
I was groggy all night, as if I had been dreaming.
A while later, I dreamed of being fired from my job and begging on the street alone in rags with a chipped porcelain bowl.
After a while, I dreamed that Wan Cheng was standing in front of me, shouting angrily: "Don't meddle in other people's business!"
After a while, I dreamed of Liao Ying with disheveled hair, crying and yelling, cursing herself for being a loser.
Then I dreamed that I was standing on the top floor of the Marriott Building, my body teetering...
After an unknown amount of time, Li Ji finally woke up from his deep sleep. When I opened my eyes, the sun filled the window.
My head is still dizzy and I feel like vomiting.
I pressed the bed board with both hands and tried to get up a few times, but I felt that I had no strength at all. When I moved a little, sweat broke out on my forehead.
His second uncle's cold is getting worse again.
My whole body was limp and weak. Li Ji lay back helplessly, staring at the ceiling.
The phone rang.
I picked it up and saw that it was Liao Ying.
Li Ji took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Well, I'm just about to go to work." Li Jiqiang cheered up.
"Well, I went to class too."
"Hey, let me tell you," Li Ji thought for a moment, "It's quite busy these days, so I won't go there yet."
"Yeah, I got it." Liao Ying's voice was as calm as a windless lake, and Li Ji's heart felt hot.
Put down your phone and look at the time. It's almost time to go to work. Li Ji called Xiao Zhu, then wrapped himself tightly in the sheets and fell asleep again.
At lunch, Xiao Zhu came up and brought Li Ji a hot noodle soup from the cafeteria.
Li Ji felt better and got up. While eating, he told Xiao Zhu about Wanhao Trading Company and Haitianda Company.
"I also think Haitian Da Company is very unusual," Xiao Zhu said thoughtfully, "Mr. Cui specially arranged for Manager Zhang to handle its business alone, and no one else should interfere."
"Also, sir," Xiao Zhu thought for a moment and then added, "I heard that the chairman of the company is the son of President Tang of the People's Bank of China..."
"Well, I know this," Li Ji stopped his chopsticks and looked up at Xiao Zhu, "Do you understand Mr. Tao Shanming, Mr. Tao?"
"Mr. Tao?" Xiao Zhu was startled.
After a while, he came closer and said somewhat mysteriously: "Boss, I told you, please don't tell others."
"Damn! I can't even believe you, kid!"
After finishing most of the bowl of noodles, Li Ji broke into a sweat and felt much more relaxed. He raised his hand and stabbed Xiao Zhu twice in the chest.
"I overheard what Xiao Zhang said when we were chatting." Xiao Zhu glanced at the door, "That Mr. Tao seems to have something to do with our President Tao. He may be his nephew from his hometown, or someone else."
"Oh, that's it." Li Ji squeezed the chopsticks hard.
Mr. Tao only has two daughters. At least Tao Shanming will not be Mr. Tao’s son.
But as long as he has a relationship with Mr. Tao, Mr. Tao nods, and getting a loan from the bank is not a green light.
However, this matter is not his business. Besides, he is a deputy in the department, so he can't control it even if he wants to.
"Tomorrow," Li Ji put down his chopsticks and thought, "Tomorrow, we will go to the Marriott Group to see if we can enter the Marriott Trading Company and look for those vouchers."
"Okay, sir!" Xiao Zhu nodded, "Then you have a good rest. I'll go to work first and prepare in the afternoon."
Xiao Zhu closed the door and left.
The afternoon sun shines through the window, making it dazzling. From somewhere, there were a few crisp birdsong.
Li Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt much better.
The room was warm from the sun. Even though I had slept all morning, I still felt sleepy. Li Ji yawned several times in succession, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
He simply lay back on the bed. After a while, he started snoring softly and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, I seemed to be running in the wilderness of my hometown. The woman holding hands is Liao Ying, and she seems to be Han Mei.
The small alarm clock on the bedside was ticking.
Time passes little by little.
Outside the window, the night is getting darker.
A dim full moon was hanging diagonally in the western sky. The clear brilliance is like water, spreading over every corner of the city.
At this moment, outside the gate of Wanhao Trading Company, the crowd that had been gathering around to collect debts during the day had dispersed at some point. The old doorman, who had been disturbed by shouts and noises all day long, could finally have a peaceful sleep.
Everything was silent, even the insects stopped singing.
Several black shadows suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, and in an instant they were under the courtyard wall. They clung to the wall and approached the door little by little.
Under the dim moonlight, you can see that everyone's hands are dark, as if they are carrying something.
They stopped, looked around, pricked up their ears, and listened alertly.
After a while, a dark figure touched the corner door next to it, lowered his head, and fiddled with it nervously for a while.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the corner door moved slightly, revealing a gap.
He carefully pushed the corner door open, turned to wave to the wall, and slipped in quietly. The few people looked at each other and followed them quietly.
The electric lamp hanging high at the door emits a yellowish dim light, like the eyes of a sleepy person.
Inside the hut, the old doorman snored loudly.
A long stream of saliva, glistening, slowly dripping from the mouth...
