53: Chapter 56 The Cold-Faced Female Supervisor, Su Nianwei Makes a Powerful Debut

Monday morning, 7:40 AM.

A black Audi A6 pulled up to the gate of No. 19 Middle School.

Old Zhang, the security guard, was squatting at the entrance of the duty room, gnawing on a steamed bun. When he looked up and saw the car's license plate, the bun almost fell to the ground.

A blue government license plate.

Old Zhang put the bun on the table and hurriedly stood up to straighten his wrinkled uniform jacket.

The rear car door was pushed open.

First, a pair of black high heels stepped out, the heels clicking sharply against the concrete ground.

Following that was a pair of calves wrapped in a dark gray suit skirt, and further up, a cold face was revealed.

Thin-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, stray hairs on her forehead were tucked behind her ears. Director Su Nianwei held a black briefcase in her left hand and an iPad Pro in her right.

Director Su Nianwei stood on her high heels in front of the rusty iron gate of No. 19 Middle School, looking up at the crooked name plaque on the gate.

The copper characters for "Nanqiao No. 19 Middle School" had peeling paint.

Two young men in dark suits got out from the other side of the Audi.

One was clutching a black folder, the other was carrying a computer bag.

Old Zhang went up to meet them.

"Hello, hello, may I ask which department you are from?"

Director Su Nianwei took out a blue work ID from her briefcase, opened it, and handed it to Old Zhang.

"Director Su Nianwei, Deputy Director of the Teaching Evaluation and Supervision Office of the Municipal Education Bureau, ID number 0337. Starting today, we are stationed at No. 19 Middle School to conduct a one-week teaching evaluation and fund compliance audit."

"Please open the gate."

Old Zhang glanced at the photo and the official seal on the work ID, then hurriedly pulled open the iron gate to make way.

Director Su Nianwei walked into the campus in her high heels, her gaze sweeping across the playground.

The track was worn so badly that its color was barely visible, the basketball hoop was tilted to one side, and the paint on the exterior walls of the teaching building was flaking off.

Then, Director Su Nianwei's gaze stopped on the windows of the teaching building.

Those rows of windows were fitted with brand-new aluminum alloy, the silver frames standing out sharply against the old walls.

Director Su Nianwei pursed her lips.

The first thing she did after entering the school was to head straight to the finance office on the first floor of the Administrative Building.

The door to the finance office was ajar, and a middle-aged female accountant wearing reading glasses was flipping through vouchers inside.

Director Su Nianwei pushed the door open and placed both her work ID and the official letter in front of the accountant.

"From now on, all financial vouchers and bank statements of No. 19 Middle School from the past three years are to be sealed. They may not be transferred or destroyed without my signature."

The female accountant's hand trembled, and she subconsciously reached for the landline on the desk.

Director Su Nianwei's finger pressed down on the receiver.

"Who are you calling?"

The female accountant retracted her hand, her reading glasses sliding to the tip of her nose, her voice weak: "I, I wanted to notify Principal Sun..."

"You don't need to notify him; I will go see him myself."

Director Su Nianwei withdrew her hand, her gaze sweeping over the voucher book spread out on the desk.

Director Su Nianwei flipped to the last page to check the date, then turned and walked out.

The second thing Director Su Nianwei did was head straight to the fifth floor.

Students were having their break in the hallway. Seeing three strangers in suits walking up, the students were curious and craned their necks to look.

Director Su Nianwei stopped at the door of the classroom at the east corner of the fifth floor.

The door was open.

Director Su Nianwei glanced inside.

The classroom was equipped with an 85-inch blackboard, and the desks and chairs had been replaced with new styles.

The ceiling was embedded with air conditioning, and the floor was covered with anti-slip flooring.

Eye-protection lights hung overhead, and a direct drinking water dispenser stood in the corner.

Director Su Nianwei walked up to the podium, her fingers lightly grazing the surface of the desk, her fingertips feeling the touch of solid wood.

Then, Director Su Nianwei opened the memo app on her iPad and typed.

Director Su Nianwei pushed up her glasses, looked up at the 85-inch blackboard, closed the protective cover, and turned to say something to the two auditors.

"Notify the school administration and ask Teacher Fang Jiming, the homeroom teacher of Class 18, Grade 12, to come to the conference room on the second floor of the Administrative Building."

Ten minutes later.

Fang Jiming, carrying a thermos, wearing a gray hoodie and canvas shoes, walked into the conference room on the second floor of the Administrative Building.

Director Su Nianwei was already seated across the table, her iPad propped up in front of her.

Printed materials were laid out on the left, and a digital recorder was placed on the right.

The indicator light on the recorder was flashing.

Fang Jiming pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, placing his thermos on the table.

Fang Jiming glanced at the woman in professional attire with thin-rimmed glasses opposite him.

She was good-looking.

But this beauty carried a sense of oppression.

Director Su Nianwei raised her head, her gaze landing on Fang Jiming's face.

"Teacher Fang, I am Director Su Nianwei from the Teaching Evaluation and Supervision Office of the Education Bureau, responsible for this teaching evaluation and fund compliance audit of No. 19 Middle School."

"There are a few questions I need to confirm with you."

Fang Jiming unscrewed his thermos.

"Please go ahead, Director Su."

Director Su Nianwei opened the materials.

"According to the information provided by No. 19 Middle School, since September of this year, an overseas registered charity organization called the New Far East Education Development Foundation has made two targeted donations to No. 19 Middle School, totaling 67 million."

Director Su Nianwei looked up.

"You are the intermediary for these two donations, correct?"

Fang Jiming took a sip of goji berry tea.

"Correct."

"What is your relationship with this foundation?"

"Introduced by a friend. I haven't met the person in charge of The Foundation; I've always communicated through an intermediary."

"Who is the intermediary?"

"A businessman named Chen Jianhua. He is not an employee of The Foundation, but a third-party consultant."

Director Su Nianwei recorded this on her iPad.

"Are you aware that this foundation is registered in the British Virgin Islands?"

"I am."

Director Su Nianwei's fingers stopped, her gaze becoming more scrutinizing.

"Don't you find it unusual for a foundation registered in the BVI to make a donation of nearly 30 million to a high school in mainland China?"

Fang Jiming put down his thermos and leaned back in his chair.

"Director Su, there are many cases of BVI-registered charitable foundations making educational donations within China. It is not prohibited by law, as long as the formal cross-border donation approval process is followed."

Director Su Nianwei's pen tip stopped on the paper.

"Moreover, this foundation has three years of operational records in China and has made donations to schools in the mountainous areas of Guangxi and Yunnan; No. 19 Middle School is not the only one."

After saying this, Fang Jiming picked up his thermos and took a sip.

"If Director Su is interested, you can check it on the Ministry of Civil Affairs' overseas non-profit organization registration system. I remember the number is NGO-2021-0847."

Director Su Nianwei put down her pen.

A 24-year-old substitute teacher who could recite the registration number off the top of his head.

"Teacher Fang, have you ever done work related to charitable foundations before?"

"No."

"Then how are you so familiar with these procedures?"

Fang Jiming smiled.

"Searched on Baidu, Director Su. You can find anything online."

Director Su Nianwei stared at Fang Jiming for a while, her mouth pursed tight.

Fang Jiming screwed the lid onto his thermos and tapped his fingers twice on the side of the cup.

"Director Su, I do have a question I'd like to ask."

Director Su Nianwei didn't speak, nor did she interrupt Fang Jiming.

"Teaching evaluation and fund auditing are usually separate projects with two completely different approval processes. This time, they were combined into a single special task force."

Fang Jiming tilted his head slightly.

"Is the Bureau short on manpower, or did someone specifically name No. 19 Middle School?"

Director Su Nianwei's fingers stopped.

"Teacher Fang, please remain cooperative during the audit. You may be required to provide supplementary materials at any time."

Fang Jiming stood up and picked up his thermos.

"I'm on call. If you need anything, Director Su, you can come directly to me. I'm usually at Class 18 on the fifth floor."

Fang Jiming paused and looked back when he reached the door.

"Director Su, the Cafeteria at No. 19 Middle School isn't very clean. I suggest you order food from outside. The Shaxian Snacks at the school gate isn't bad."

The door closed behind Fang Jiming.

Director Su Nianwei sat in the conference room, twirling her pen.

The auditor next to her asked in a low voice.

"Director Su, do you think there's a problem with this person?"

Director Su Nianwei capped her pen.

"Whether there is a problem doesn't depend on feelings, but on data."

"Pull all the donation records of the New Far East Foundation in the country over the past three years and reconcile them with the bank accounts."

"Also, check Fang Jiming's personal credit report and bank statements."

"A substitute teacher with a monthly salary of just over three thousand—I want to see exactly how much money is in his personal account."

Director Su Nianwei closed the materials and added.

"And that number, NGO-2021-0847, go and verify if it's real."