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The boss raised his eyebrows with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Do you feel it's a bit empty? Why should I be responsible for your suspicion? You said that I did something wrong, then you have to provide solid evidence, Mr. Li." His tone was still calm, but there was an elusive threat hidden under this calmness.

Li Xiangqian's hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, and the anger in his heart became more and more uncontrollable. He knew that the outcome of this conversation would not be a fair trial, and everything he did seemed to be a futile effort. He took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions, but the impulse in his heart kept forcing him to speak: "Do you think I can't tell the truth as long as there is no evidence? Do you think everything can be covered up like this?"

The boss still looked at him indifferently, his expression did not waver at all, "I have done nothing wrong, I am not afraid of what you say. If you have evidence, then bring it out. If not, all this is just your one-sided statement." His voice was still calm and resolute, as if he didn't want to say anything more to Li Xiangqian.

Li Xiangqian was speechless for a moment, his eyes lowered, he knew he had no real evidence. There was a fire in his heart, it seemed that every second was forcing him to find the evidence that could destroy all the hypocrisy of his boss. But the reality was cruel, he had nothing. Maybe he was powerless to change all this, and in the end he could only watch those innocent people struggling under unfair rules.

He smiled bitterly, and the suppressed pain in his heart surged up again. The boss in front of him seemed indifferent, but Li Xiangqian knew that his words had hit the weakest part of his heart.

"You're right, I have no evidence." Li Xiangqian suddenly whispered, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "But I know you never care about these things, right?" He shook his head gently, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was responding to his boss. "Without evidence, you can deny everything with confidence, right?"

The boss finally stood up from behind the counter, straightened his back slightly, and said lightly: "Do you think that without evidence, I dare not face you?" His eyes were sharp, as if hinting to Li Xiangqian that he was not afraid of the provocation of these words.

Li Xiangqian's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his head. He recalled the eyes of those people he had seen earlier. It seemed that their tolerance for injustice and unfairness had already made him numb. Perhaps, his anger and determination were just in vain in this cold and ruthless world.

"I think I was really wrong." Li Xiangqian was silent for a while, and finally spoke, his tone full of deep helplessness, "I thought that I could change something with my kindness to others. In the end, reality always makes people disappointed."

He raised his head, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, "I don't want to waste any more time, you continue to do your business, boss. I don't think I have the ability to change anything." After that, Li turned forward and walked towards the door.

The boss stood there without saying anything else, his eyes still cold, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Li Xiangqian opened the door and walked into the bright sunshine outside, feeling a sense of emptiness as if he were in another world.

He walked out of the alley and onto the street, his heart full of unanswered questions and confusion. Although he didn't get the answer he wanted, at least he began to understand that some things may never change. All he could do seemed to be to endure silently and wait for his own moment.

Li Xiangqian stopped and looked at the air in front of him, as if he suddenly woke up. His fingers trembled slightly, but he still took out the small box that he had prepared long ago from his pocket. Inside was the evidence he had been looking forward to. He took a deep breath and looked up at his boss. His eyes were no longer filled with anger, but with a kind of determination.

The boss stood there calmly, smiling slightly, seemingly not worried that Li Xiangqian would have any substantial evidence. Li Xiangqian knew that he would not let himself down. Now he was no longer the young man who acted only out of anger and impulse. During this period of time, he gradually understood one thing: only calmness and rationality can hit the target.

"You're right, boss." Li Xiangqian's tone was calm, but it revealed a different kind of determination. "Without evidence, my words are just empty talk. But now, let me show you this."

He opened the box and carefully took out a few photos. Those photos looked ordinary, but each one recorded the transactions between the boss and those unknown people. The photos clearly showed that the boss was talking secretly with some people and exchanging something. Li Xiangqian could even see the gold coins in the man's hand, which shone brightly in the sun, as if bound by some unspeakable darkness.

The boss's expression suddenly changed in an instant. He frowned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure, "Where did this photo come from?" His tone was still calm, but the alertness in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Li Xiangqian did not answer, still looking down at the photo, the emotions surging in his heart made him a little dazed. These days, he has been thinking whether his actions are correct and whether he can really change something. And now, he finally knows that his choice is not meaningless. Although the boss is almost chillingly calm, Li Xiangqian is no longer the person who allowed anger to dominate him in the past.

"You don't dare to admit it?" Li Xiangqian finally spoke. His tone was no longer questioning, but a meaningful rhetorical question. "These photos are enough to prove what you are doing, boss. You can't deny it." He looked at the boss deeply, and the heavy sense of oppression in his heart seemed to be gradually relieved.

The boss was silent for a while, his eyes swept over the photo, his eyes full of calculations and weighing. Li Xiangqian could see that the boss was trying to find some reason to fight back, or to cover up the loopholes. But Li Xiangqian was not in a hurry, he stood there, quietly waiting for the boss's response.

Finally, the boss spoke, "You are right, I do have some dealings with those people." He spoke in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something unrelated, "But these are different from what you think. Those things you think may just be your personal opinion."

Li Xiangqian frowned slightly, his heart sinking. "What do you mean?" he couldn't help but ask.

The boss seemed to sense his doubts and smiled. "The transactions in these photos are just some ordinary business dealings, and do not involve the illegal activities you mentioned." He paused, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, "Besides, how did you know about these photos? Have you ever thought that maybe you were just being used by others?"