Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

An Nansheng was really pissed off by Jian Muye.

The bastard actually suspected that she had such thoughts about Mu Fucheng?

Yes, she did have a good impression of Mu Fucheng now, but that was the admiration and gratitude of a younger generation for an elder.

How blind was I back then to think Jian Muye was gentle and considerate?

Just when I was feeling righteous, my cell phone suddenly rang. It was Song Xu calling.

Song Xu usually wouldn't call unless it was necessary, so she quickly answered the phone.

"Boss An, we've found the person."

"where?"

"I went back home yesterday."

Song Xu secretly bribed the man's neighbor. Two days later, Liang Dong, who stole the data, was caught by Song Xu and his men and locked up in the basement of Feicui Residence.

Seeing An Nansheng, Liang Dong fell to his knees with a thud.

"Mr. An, please spare me. I'm sorry."

The basement of Feicui Residence was converted into a billiard room and audio-visual room, and Liang Dong was locked up in the billiard room.

An Nansheng held a pool cue in his hand and looked down at the man on the ground with a cold look in his eyes.

"Answer me two questions. If you answer them honestly, I'll let you go. As long as you don't show up in front of me again, I won't care about you. If you don't cooperate, I'll let you know what social death is."

When Liang Dong heard this, he immediately knelt down straight.

"Mr. An, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know."

An Nansheng: "Who did you sell the data to?"

Liang Dong shook his head: "I don't know. That person only gave me an email address, and I don't know anything else."

Song Xu handed over a pen and paper, and Liang Dong wrote down his email address.

An Nansheng grasped the key point of his words:

"That person? Who?"

Liang Dong still shook his head: "I don't know who it is, it's a man. We met a few times, and he always wore a mask and a hat, covering himself tightly."

An Nansheng paused and said, "Second question, why steal discarded data?"

"That person also ordered me to steal the discarded data. He said that even if it was discovered, it wouldn't have much of an impact on me."

Liang Dong was afraid that An Nansheng would not believe him, so he continued anxiously:

"That person gave me one million and asked me to send the data to this email address. I was afraid that I would be found out, so I secretly used my teacher's email address. I know I will be punished for doing such a thing. It's my greed. Mr. An, please forgive me this time. I won't do it again."

An Nansheng frowned:

"You mean, this person paid the money?"

Liang Dong nodded: "Yes, he paid in cash."

An Nansheng's doubts grew even greater.

If this person is the buyer, why doesn't he take the documents directly, but instead ask Liang Dong to send an email from the computer?

Liang Dong continued to be locked in the basement. He did not dare to make a fuss. Instead, he was very glad that An Nansheng did not call the police.

If he has a criminal record, even if An Nansheng doesn't ban him, he will never be able to continue his scientific research work in the future.

Song Xu made tea for An Nansheng.

"Mr. An, what are you doubting?"

An Nansheng touched his chin:

"Let's review this matter. The data that was stolen was discarded, so it had no impact on Feihong. In the end, the only one affected was the An family, right?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yes, and I heard that the first people to discover that the data was stolen were from Jian's side."

"Jian's?" An Nansheng's eyes turned cold. "Yes, we never thought about this problem before. The computer belonged to He Fan, and even He Fan himself didn't realize that it was used by someone. How did the people from Jian's know? At that time, they had evidence, and I was influenced by it. I subconsciously thought that there was a thief in An's company. The thief is indeed an internal thief, but is it possible that Liang Dong was used by someone?"