N-M Chapter 184 Instigated by Director Wu
Chapter 184 Instigated by Director Wu
As the interrogation room door closed, the handcuffed young man was still muttering, "It was just a stolen box, no big deal..."
Officer Wang placed the silver box on the table and opened it; it wasn't a file.
It's money.
Stacks of hundred-yuan bills were neatly stacked at the bottom of the box.
The room fell silent instantly.
The young man's eyes widened, his mouth was half-open, and he stopped breathing.
"This...this isn't me..." his voice shrill, "When I grabbed it, it was full of documents! Documents!"
Officer Wang took out a stack of papers and glanced at the seals. They were bank seals, dated yesterday.
"Consecutive serial numbers," he said. "Just withdrew from the bank." He counted the money: "One stack of ten thousand, one hundred stacks, one million."
The young man's legs went weak, and he would have knelt on the ground if the police hadn't been supporting him.
"Officer! I really didn't know there was money inside! Someone just told me... so I grabbed a box and threw it away in a secluded place! He said the box contained documents, which were useless and worthless! If I got caught, it would only mean five days in jail."
"Who gave you permission to steal it?"
"I don't know! I really don't know!"
Officer Wang looked at him for three seconds and said to the recorder next to him, "Write this down. The suspect confessed: someone instructed him to rob the documents, but the document box he robbed contained cash."
"Yes."
Officer Wang turned to the interrogation room for the other two accomplices. When he pushed open the door, the two men were still sitting in their chairs.
"There's a million in cash in the box," Officer Wang said.
The two looked up at the same time, their expressions first blank, then turning to horror.
"Do you even know the sentencing standards for robbing one million?"
"We didn't rob anyone!" one of them shouted. "We just stopped someone! We didn't even touch the box!"
"But you're accomplices." Officer Wang sat down. "The ringleader says someone instructed him to steal the box. If you can clearly explain who instructed him and why, it can be considered a meritorious service."
The two looked at each other.
silence.
Officer Wang glanced at his watch. "You have one minute."
Thirty seconds later, the one on the left opened its mouth.
"It was General Manager Wu who sent us."
Full name.
"Wu Jianguo, the director of Yixiang Computer. He gave each of us two thousand yuan and told us to wait outside the Golden Eagle Hotel this afternoon to snatch the boxes from the people they were carrying."
"What happens after you rob it?"
"He said the documents in the box were useless and told us to do whatever we wanted with them, just to delay their bidding."
"What happened to the money?"
"We don't know! We really don't know! Mr. Wu didn't say he had money!"
Officer Wang stood up, walked to the door, and said to the police officers in the corridor, "Arrest Wu Jianguo. We've given them the address."
At 7 p.m., Wu Jianguo was found in a private room at the Jinling Hotel.
He was toasting the seven or eight people at the table, all CEOs of local businesses. When the police knocked and entered, he was still smiling and raising his glass: "Everyone, I'd like to toast..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Wu Jianguo, you are suspected of instigating robbery. Come with us."
The private room fell silent.
Wu Jianguo's wine glass froze in mid-air, his smile frozen on his face. "What robbery? You've got the wrong person!"
"Are you kidding me? Let's talk at the station."
Wu Jianguo only realized what was happening when the handcuffs were taken out. "I'm a People's Congress representative! You can't just arrest me like that!"
"NPC deputies should cooperate more with the investigation."
He was led out of the private room. Guests in other rooms in the corridor peered out.
Go downstairs and exit the hotel.
Several people were already waiting at the door. Some had cameras, others carried video cameras. Flashes went off, and lenses were pointed at Wu Jianguo's handcuffed hands.
"Director Wu, why did you instigate this robbery?"
Does the "Fantasy Computer" concept involve unfair competition?
"Was the cash in the stolen suitcase yours?"
Wu Jianguo was stunned. He instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, but his hands were handcuffed, making the movement look comical.
The police pushed the reporter aside and shoved him into the police car.
The TV cameras kept filming until the police car drove away.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Lingyun received a phone call.
"Mr. Ling, Wu Jianguo has been arrested," came Zhao Weiguo's voice. "The TV station will broadcast it on the news tonight. The newspapers will publish it tomorrow."
What's the title?
"The director of Fantastic Computers is suspected of a million-dollar robbery, which may be a result of malicious business competition."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yun looked out the window. The night view of Nanjing, seen from the hotel's upper floors, was a dazzling display of lights.
Chen Lingling knocked on the door and came in, carrying a cup of coffee.
"What about Wu Jianguo..."
"He's not getting out." Ling Yun took a sip of coffee. "Robbery, an exceptionally large sum of money, instigating others to commit the crime, plus media exposure. That's enough to keep him in there for several years."
"But why is there money in the box?" Chen Lingling hesitated for a moment. "We clearly put documents in there..."
"I put the money there," Ling Yun said. "I had the finance department withdraw it from the bank last night. This morning, while you were having breakfast, I switched the suitcases."
Chen Lingling opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.
"Go and rest," Ling Yun said. "We have to get up early tomorrow."
After Chen Lingling left, Lingyun opened her laptop and logged into her email.
There is a new email from Li Ziyu in Beijing.
"Nebula Capital's investors are ready and waiting for your return to Beijing."
He replied, "I'll be there in three days."
He turned off the computer.
Standing by the window, I watched the red lights on the TV tower in the distance flashing.
A director was sent to a detention center.
A company's reputation began to tarnish.