55: Chapter 58 You drive a Maybach and work as a substitute teacher earning 3,000 yuan a month?

It was Director Su Nianwei's third day at No. 19 Middle School.

She had gone through every transaction record of the New Far East Foundation three more times.

She checked Fang Jiming's personal credit report twice.

She compared the financial vouchers of No. 19 Middle School for the past three years page by page.

The final result could be summed up in four words: there was nothing wrong.

She closed her iPad and sat in the conference room, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the table.

The data was watertight.

His personal account was as clean as a freshly cooked bowl of white rice.

But the tension in her heart just wouldn't ease up.

Director Su Nianwei stood up and pushed her chair back under the table.

She turned to Xiao Zhou and gave an instruction:

"Extend our stay here by one week."

The mineral water bottle in Xiao Zhou's hand almost hit his nose.

"Director Su, the data has all been checked, the report can be written now."

"The data has been checked, but I haven't finished observing the person."

Director Su Nianwei picked up her briefcase and walked out of the conference room.

Her high heels clicked rhythmically along the corridor.

Xiao Zhou gave Old Zhao a wink.

Old Zhao shook his head and muttered in a low voice:

"He's been targeted; that Teacher Fang is in for it this time."

Xiao Zhou: ( ㆆ _ ㆆ )

That afternoon, Director Su Nianwei did not go to talk to Fang Jiming again.

She changed her strategy, deciding to wait patiently like a cat guarding a mouse hole.

She told Xiao Zhou and Old Zhao to go back to the Education Bureau first to organize the materials.

She stayed alone on the second floor of the Administrative Building by the window, holding her iPad and pretending to work on her report.

In reality, her gaze kept scanning back and forth between the playground and the school gate.

At 4:30 PM, the bell for dismissal rang.

Students poured out of the teaching building in twos and threes, making the school gate lively all of a sudden.

Director Su Nianwei's gaze cut through the window glass, locking onto the figure in the gray hoodie walking down from the fourth floor.

Fang Jiming was carrying a washed-out canvas bag.

He held a thermos in his left hand and had his right hand in his pants pocket.

On his feet were the same pair of canvas shoes with the heels stepped down.

His walking posture was so laid-back that it made one want to issue him a late warning slip.

Director Su Nianwei watched him walk out of the school gate and turn into the alley on the left.

She put away her iPad and went around through the side door of the Administrative Building.

The sky had already darkened, and the dark clouds hung very low.

There was a sultry, humid feeling in the air, signaling that it was about to rain.

Director Su Nianwei walked quickly to the sidewalk outside the school gate.

From a distance, she saw Fang Jiming stop at the electric scooter parking area at the entrance of the alley.

He glanced at the sky, then at the electric scooter.

He looked like he was hesitating whether to ride it.

Director Su Nianwei thought to herself, this man rides an electric scooter to work every day, and his monthly salary is less than four thousand.

He lives in the school dormitory, and besides the Cafeteria and takeout, his meals consist of the free meals provided by The Foundation.

His largest consumption record was two hundred yuan, which was for buying daily necessities at the supermarket.

This is textbook-level poverty.

The first drop of rain soon fell.

Followed quickly by the second and third drops.

A dozen seconds later, a torrential downpour poured down.

Director Su Nianwei hurriedly retreated to a plane tree by the roadside to take shelter from the rain.

Her glasses instantly fogged up with a layer of mist.

Director Su Nianwei took off her glasses, wiped them with the hem of her shirt, put them back on the bridge of her nose, and looked up to find Fang Jiming's figure.

Fang Jiming had already given up on the electric scooter.

He held the canvas bag over his head to shield himself from the rain and walked quickly into the deeper part of the alley.

Director Su Nianwei frowned.

That direction had no bus stop, nor was it the way to the dormitory.

She gritted her teeth, put away her iPad into her briefcase, clutched it to her chest, and followed him, her high heels already filled with water.

The rain was so heavy that it blurred one's vision.

Director Su Nianwei jogged for about fifty meters and stopped at the corner of the alley.

Then she saw that car.

It was a black maybach S680.

The car body shimmered with a matte finish in the rain.

The three-pointed star emblem on the front reflected a soft halo under the streetlights.

Director Su Nianwei recognized this car.

Her uncle, Bureau Chief Feng Guodong, drove a Mercedes-Benz S450, which was already considered a quite decent configuration for a bureau-level official.

But compared to the maybach in front of her, it was completely incomparable.

This car cost at least twelve or thirteen million on the road.

Director Su Nianwei: ( ⊙ _ ⊙ ； )

Fang Jiming took a car key out of his pants pocket.

He made a casual gesture and pressed the remote control with his thumb.

The maybach's lights turned on.

The warm orange light cut through the curtain of rain, illuminating the gray hoodie with the frayed collar that Fang Jiming was wearing.

Then it shone on his pair of canvas shoes with the heels stepped down.

Finally, it shone on the tattered canvas bag he was using as an umbrella over his head.

Director Su Nianwei's glasses were fogged up by the rain again, but she couldn't care less about wiping them.

Fang Jiming opened the car door and threw the soaked canvas bag onto the passenger seat.

He sat into the driver's seat with very smooth movements.

As if he did this every day.

The car door closed.

The sound of the engine starting was low and deep, almost inaudible in the downpour.

But Director Su Nianwei was standing close enough to feel that sound traveling through the rain curtain to the soles of her feet.

The maybach's taillights lit up, casting two long red reflections on the water-covered road.

The car slowly drove out of the alley.

When the car passed by Director Su Nianwei, she could even see Fang Jiming's profile through the side window that wasn't fully rolled up.

He was adjusting the car's air conditioning.

That casual demeanor was even more relaxed than when he adjusted the temperature in the classroom.

Director Su Nianwei: ( ꐦ ° Д ° )

The car drove away.

Director Su Nianwei stood in the rain, letting her hair stick to her face.

Her professional attire was soaked from the collar to the waistline, and her high heels were filled with water.

The leather surface of her briefcase was also dripping water constantly.

She stood there for about ten seconds.

Then she slowly raised her hand and pushed the glasses that had slid to the tip of her nose back up.

A thirteen-million maybach.

A substitute teacher with a monthly salary of three thousand seven hundred.

A bank card balance of four thousand three hundred.

Her brain was spinning rapidly in the downpour.

Rearranging and combining all the information she had gathered over the past three days.

A conclusion surfaced.

Fang Jiming's personal account was clean.

But his money was not in that account.

This person had another completely independent financial system, completely isolated from his teacher identity.

It might be the same capital pool as The Foundation, or it might not.

Regardless of the situation, there was only one conclusion.

Fang Jiming was definitely not an ordinary substitute teacher.

Director Su Nianwei took her phone out of her bag, letting the rain flow down the screen.

She tapped open her notes with a wet thumb and added a sentence after the record "Fang Jiming, pending, continue observation":

"The target is suspected of possessing huge hidden assets, and his personal consumption ability is seriously inconsistent with his declared income. Preliminary judgment is that the possibility of him acting as a high-end money laundering white glove is extremely high."

She locked the screen and put the phone back into her bag.

Rainwater poured into her mouth, carrying the dust smell unique to the old city area of Nanqiao City.

Director Su Nianwei wiped the water off her face and turned to walk toward the school gate.

She needed to find a place to dry her clothes and then reformulate her investigation plan.

This man.

She must investigate him to the end.

Director Su Nianwei: ( ⁻ ̀ ᴗ ⁻ ́ ) و

Meanwhile.

Fang Jiming sat on the leather seat of the maybach.

The car's heater blew the soaked hoodie until it puffed up.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and scrolled through his phone with the other.

The System Panel popped up a message.

[Detected that the high-attention female target, Director Su Nianwei, has developed strong suspicion about the host's identity.]

[Hint: This target is a core member within the Education Bureau system, with a beauty rating of 9.3, meeting the conditions for a capture target.]

[It is recommended that the host reasonably control the risk of identity exposure while maintaining moderate contact.]

Fang Jiming glanced at the rearview mirror; the rain was too heavy to see anything clearly.

"To be honest, this Director Su's stalking skills are not even as good as Qian Duoduo in my class."

"Wanting to investigate me? Only if I didn't have the System, my golden finger."

Fang Jiming: ( ￣ ▽ ￣ ) ／

He muttered to himself, threw the phone back onto the passenger seat, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared into the downpour.

The next morning, Director Su Nianwei changed into a clean professional outfit.

The expression on her face was cold.

She intercepted Fang Jiming at the school gate just as he arrived at school on a shared electric scooter.

Fang Jiming was still wearing the same gray hoodie; she couldn't understand why he liked gray so much.

"Teacher Fang, good morning."

"Good morning, Director Su. It's not raining today; you look much cleaner."

Director Su Nianwei's temples throbbed.

Fang Jiming knew she had been drenched in the rain yesterday.

In other words, he knew she had followed him and knew she had seen that car.

Director Su Nianwei tightened her grip on the handle of her briefcase.

"Teacher Fang, how did you get home after work yesterday?"

"I rode my electric scooter."

"In such heavy rain?"

Fang Jiming unscrewed his thermos and took a sip, his face so sincere that he could go directly to major in acting.

"Got soaked, I guess. Young people, you know, we're tough."

Fang Jiming: ( ᵔ ‿ ᵔ )

Director Su Nianwei looked at his harmless face, her nails almost digging into the leather of her briefcase.

Fine.

Keep pretending.

Keep on pretending.

I don't believe you won't show a flaw forever.

Director Su Nianwei: ( 눈 _ 눈 )