Fang Zhicheng's words made Ye Qingrou determined to learn how to swim as quickly as possible. If she had the right attitude towards learning, she would naturally get twice the result with half the effort. About half an hour later, Ye Qingrou gradually mastered the underwater breathing method and the basic skills of hand and foot coordination.
After soaking in the swimming pool for about three or four hours, Ye Qingrou was immersed in the joy of learning to swim and didn't feel the time flying by at all. Ye Meizi swam for a long time and felt tired. She smiled and said, "It's almost evening. Why don't we go and come back tomorrow."
Ye Qingrou nodded, tilted her head to glance at Fang Zhicheng, and whispered, "Come over tomorrow night. This place is also open at night."
Ye Meizi knew that Ye Qingrou was worried that Fang Zhicheng had to work during the day, so she decided to go swimming at night. She thought to herself that Ye Qingrou's dependence on Fang Zhicheng was becoming more and more obvious, which might cause some trouble.
Although Ye Meizi has a pure heart and a simple personality, she is not stupid. She naturally sees through Ye Qingrou's thoughts. When she first moved into Fang Zhicheng's house, she might have wanted to deliberately make trouble with her father, but after getting along with Fang Zhicheng for a long time, she gradually really regarded herself as Fang Zhicheng's girlfriend.
However, Fang Zhicheng only had a brother-sister relationship with Ye Qingrou, which gave Ye Meizi a headache. Fang Zhicheng had a good character. Although he was a bit mean, he was very upright. They had lived under the same roof for so long, and she had never seen Fang Zhicheng do anything excessive. Fang Zhicheng also gave her and Ye Qingrou a lot of tolerance and care in life. Ye Meizi had also thought that if Fang Zhicheng was interested in Ye Qingrou, it would not be a bad idea for the two to get along.
Unfortunately, Fang Zhicheng was too eager and had no romantic feelings for Ye Qingrou.
Ye Meizi knew Ye Qingrou's character very well. Once a decision was made, she needed to digest it on her own before solving it. Otherwise, forcing her to do so would be like adding fuel to the fire, which would lead to bad consequences. This was just like Dayu's flood control, it was better to dredge than to block.
The three of them walked out of the swimming pool. Although the swimming pool was not big, it was equipped with a special bathroom. After taking a shower and changing clothes, they had dinner at a food stall near the school.
After finishing the meal, I walked out of the restaurant and found a black car parked at the door. Uncle Yuan stood upright by the door and said with a smile, "Miss, I'll take you home."
Ye Qingrou paused, turned around and glanced at Fang Zhicheng, her eyes full of complicated emotions, but she bit her red lips and walked towards the car. Ye Meizi sighed, whispered beside Fang Zhicheng, "Let's go, keep in touch."
Fang Zhicheng was a little dazed, and it was not until the black car drove away that he realized that he had not said "goodbye" to Ye Qingrou.
Chapter 0145: One Punch Can't Kill the Enemy
Although he knew that the day would come when the Ye sisters would leave, he did not expect Ye Qingrou and Ye Meizi to leave so completely. There were still clothes they left on the second floor of the house. Fang Zhicheng knew that they would not care about these things, so he found a cardboard box, packed all the clothes, and then sighed at the empty room.
Fang Zhicheng had lived with the sisters for several months. To be honest, he sometimes felt annoyed before. After all, with two more people, it was inevitable that their privacy would be invaded. But when they really left, he felt lonely again. Habit is a terrible thing. It was indeed terrifying to suddenly find himself alone facing such a big house.
Fang Zhicheng subconsciously found his phone, flipped through the text messages, frowned helplessly, and cursed in a low voice: "You heartless little witch, I've served you for so long, and you didn't even send me a text message."
In fact, Fang Zhicheng is a very sentimental person. When he loses someone close to him, he always has an inexplicable sense of panic, just like that night when his mother left peacefully, the kind of grief-stricken but indescribable heart-wrenching feeling.
After cleaning the villa thoroughly upstairs and downstairs, Fang Zhicheng took a shower, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest. After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Yang called and whispered, "There has been progress on the matter I told you about last time."
Fang Zhicheng knew that what Zhong Yang was talking about was secretly following Ding Nengren to see if he had any other tricks, so he made an appointment with Zhong Yang to find out the details.
Half an hour later, the two met in a tea bar. Zhong Yang was familiar with the owner of the tea bar and booked a private room. Fang Zhicheng took the information from Zhong Yang, flipped through it, and finally his eyes stopped on a photo and he couldn't help frowning.
Zhong Yang glanced at the photo and said softly, "Since Ding Nengren became the secretary general of the municipal party committee, he has been living a very regular life. After getting off work and returning home, he has not done anything unusual except taking a walk in a nearby park around 8 o'clock every day. The photo was taken in the park, and he only talked to this woman for about fifteen minutes at the time."
"So what progress are you talking about?" Fang Zhicheng pulled out the photo, his eyes always fixed on the woman's face.
"Take another look at these photos." Zhong Yang pointed out what was wrong.
Fang Zhicheng thought to himself that Zhong Yang was indeed a professional criminal investigator with rich experience in handling cases. If he hadn't been reminded, this would have been a detail that would have been hard to find. Wang Yaqin had recently added several avant-garde bracelets around her neck and wrists. Zhong Yang analyzed, "I asked someone to estimate the price. The unit price of these pieces of jewelry is over 10,000 yuan. With Ding Nengren's financial ability, it is difficult for him to buy these expensive luxury goods."
Fang Zhicheng touched his chin and frowned, saying, "Ding Nengren likes to collect antiques. If he used the money from selling antiques to buy these jewelry, it can be explained. After all, the value of antiques is very fictitious. He can say that he bought them at a low price and sold them at a high price to make a profit. This method of circumventing economic problems does not violate discipline. No one stipulates that public officials cannot collect antiques and then resell them."
Zhong Yang was slightly startled, thinking that Fang Zhicheng's mind was extremely meticulous, and sighed: "Ding Nengren is so cunning, I suddenly realized now, it turns out that he advertised that he particularly likes to collect antiques, it turns out that he is paving the way for his own financial problems."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and thought to himself that Zhong Yang was still too naive. What was so good about this antique? The key was the chaotic valuation system behind it, which could cover up the power-for-money transactions. Once the Mid-Autumn Festival or the Spring Festival came, the antique shops would be very busy. There were even antique shops that provided a one-stop gift-giving service, selling imitations and then the antique shops would be responsible for purchasing them at the door. In this way, the recipients felt at ease and the gift-givers achieved their goals.
There is another more practical way. First, the fake is identified as the real thing through illegal identification channels and then given to the bribee. Then, the briber gives the fake to the auction company for auction in the name of the bribee. The briber designates a bidder, and the bidder bids at a high price. In this way, the bribee obtains money in a secret way.
There are many ways to cash in on antiques, but "elegant bribery" is popular in society.
Zhong Yang had actually handled similar cases before and knew how complicated they were. This was because antiques and other collectibles would not be issued with invoices, receipts and other supporting documents at each stage of their circulation. So, once it was discovered that the bribes received by corrupt officials were fakes, there was no way to prove the bribery process.
More importantly, Ding Nengren has always liked to "shop around" in the antique street, but after serving as the secretary-general of the municipal party committee, this behavior has been restrained a lot. The treasures he found were valued by others and were purchased at high prices, which could effectively cover up his financial problems.
Zhong Yang found that his original idea had reached a dead end. He could not find a breakthrough by starting from the several new pieces of jewelry on Wang Yaqin's wrist. He could not help but frown, lit a cigarette, and took two deep puffs.
Fang Zhicheng still held the photo in his hand. He shook it gently and said in a deep voice, "We still have to start with this woman, because she is not simple."
"Oh?" Zhong Yang didn't notice the woman and asked curiously, "Who is she? Do you know her?"
Fang Zhicheng said in a deep voice: "This woman's name is Luo Meishan. She is the general manager of the Yuhu Ecological Zone project construction company. She had a close relationship with Xia Xiang before. After Xia Xiang's downfall, she was not affected."
Seeing Fang Zhicheng's serious words, Zhong Yang knew there was something going on, so he asked softly, "Could it be that Ding Nengren is involved in some way with the Yuhu Ecological Zone project?"
Fang Zhicheng sighed and said in a deep voice: "Recently, the Standing Committee has often discussed whether to replace the contractor of the Yuhu Ecological Zone project, and Ding Nengren's attitude is unclear. Now I think the key is here."
Zhong Yang roughly understood the problem and asked in a deep voice, "You mean Luo Meishan bribed Ding Nengren?"
Fang Zhicheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's just a guess. Without Xia Xiang, Luo Meishan does have to find a suitable backer to ensure her company's position in the Yuhu Ecological Zone project, and Ding Nengren is a good spokesperson. He is flexible and is the secretary-general of the municipal party committee. He can communicate frequently with the major standing committee members."
Zhong Yang smiled and said easily: "It's very simple. From today on, I can start with Luo Meishan."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and sighed: "Things are not that simple. Luo Meishan is not so active, otherwise how could she get away so easily in the Xia Xiang case?"
Zhong Yang scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "What is the origin? It makes me more and more curious."
Fang Zhicheng sighed, "She is Governor Zhao's ex-wife. It is said that she has a good relationship with many leaders of the provincial party committee..."
Zhong Yang understood a little and said with emotion: "This Ding Nengren is really calculating. He must value Luo Meishan's connections in the province, so he took the initiative to approach her."
Ding Nengren knew his current situation. Song Wendi did not value him. He had to find another way out. According to his current status as a member of the Standing Committee and deputy department level, if he wanted to move up to a higher level, he had to rely on a heavyweight in the province. Luo Meishan needed a spokesperson in the Standing Committee because of the Yuhu Ecological Zone project. The two had their own needs, and the possibility of cooperation was great.