I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Late at night, the city lights flickered in the distance, and Zhang Wei's home seemed unusually quiet. Chen Neng and Zhang Wei stood at the door. Zhang Wei took out his key and opened the door. The room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco and looked a little messy.

"Where is the thing?" Chen Neng asked in a low and calm voice.

Zhang Wei nodded, walked to the bedroom, opened a drawer, and took out a folder. He handed it to Chen Neng: "This contains all the evidence."

Chen Neng took the folder and flipped it open. Inside were bank transfer records and photos clearly showing the financial transactions between Zhao Minghui and Tianyu Group. He frowned slightly and said, "This evidence is very important."

Zhang Wei nodded: "I know. But I hope you can guarantee my safety."

Chen Neng was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Okay, I will protect you."

Zhang Wei raised his head, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Neng sneered: "Don't thank me too soon, Zhang Wei. Although this evidence is important, it is not enough. You must tell me more."

Zhang Wei lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Chen, I..."

"Don't hesitate any longer, Zhang Wei." Chen Neng's voice became even colder. "You don't have much time left."

Chen Neng's office was filled with the faint smell of tobacco. He sat at his large desk, holding the folder Zhang Wei had given him, his eyes cold. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if he were pondering something important.

"These evidences are not enough, I need more." Chen Neng said to himself.

His eyes fell on the folder, and seeing the transfer time and amount recorded inside, his brows knitted slightly. "The flow of these funds is too suspicious. Why would Zhao Minghui transfer this money to Tianyu Group?"

He stood up, walked to the window, drew aside the curtains, and looked out. The city lights flickered in the night, making it seem especially desolate. A flicker of unease crossed his mind, as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

He returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. A deep voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, Chen Neng, what's going on?"

"Old Wu, I'm Chen Neng." Chen Neng's voice was low and calm. "I need your help."

Old Wu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Chen Neng, you know that my current identity is not convenient. Are you sure you need my help?"

Chen Neng nodded, although Old Wu on the other end of the line couldn't see his movements. "Old Wu, I need your expertise. There's a huge conspiracy behind Zhao Minghui's death, and I need your help to uncover this secret."

Old Wu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Chen Neng, are you sure this isn't a trap?"

Chen Neng sneered, "Old Wu, I know how to do things in my own way. I only need your professional knowledge, that's all."

Old Wu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Okay, Chen Neng. I will help you, but you must be careful. This conspiracy may be much bigger than you think."

Chen Neng nodded: "I know, Old Wu. I will be careful."

Old Wu, a former college classmate of Chen Neng, joined the police force after graduation and became a distinguished detective. However, during an investigation, he was unexpectedly embroiled in a massive business conspiracy and was ultimately forced to leave the force. Despite this, the expertise and connections he had accumulated in the police force allowed him to thrive in the business world.

Chen Neng and Lao Wu have always kept in touch. Although Lao Wu is no longer a policeman, his professional knowledge and connections are still of great help to Chen Neng.

A few days later, Old Wu came to Chen Neng's office, holding a document in his hand and with a serious expression on his face.

"Have you found any clues?" Chen Neng asked.

Old Wu nodded. "I've noticed something strange. The transfer times of these funds were very close, and after each transfer, Zhao Minghui's account balance would quickly return to its original level. This means that these funds were only transferred in a short period of time and then returned to his account."

Chen Neng frowned slightly: "This is so weird."

Old Wu nodded. "Yes. This means Zhao Minghui's account was used as a transit point. The actual destination of these funds may be another account."

Chen Neng frowned slightly: "Another account?"

Old Wu nodded. "Yes, I suspect the account where these funds are actually flowing to is closely connected to the Tianyu Group."

His eyes fell on the document, and seeing the transfer time and amount recorded inside, his brows knitted slightly. "The flow of these funds is too suspicious. Why would Zhao Minghui transfer this money to Tianyu Group?"

Chen Neng and Old Wu sat in a dimly lit office, before them piled with bank statements and transfer records. Zhao Minghui's account transactions were staggeringly complex, each inflow and outflow like an elaborate puzzle. They had been tracking the case for three days and nights, their eyes nearly blinded, when they finally discovered a crucial clue: a large sum of money had been transferred from Zhao Minghui's account to the account of a seemingly insignificant company, and behind this company, the shadow of the "Tianyu Group" shone faintly.

"Old Wu, look at this money. On the surface, it is used to purchase building materials, but I have never heard of the name of this supplier, and the transaction amount does not match the price of building materials at all." Chen Neng pointed to a line of records on the screen and said with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Old Wu came over and squinted his eyes to study it carefully. "This is indeed suspicious. Tianyu Group is currently working on a large project and requires a huge amount of funds. If this money really flowed into Tianyu Group, then they must be operating something secretly."

"We need to find an opportunity to get close to Tianyu Group and see if we can find more evidence." Chen Neng stood up and paced back and forth. "Zhao Minghui must know something, but he's hiding faster than anyone else right now. We can't find him at all."

"I have an idea," Old Wu suddenly said. "I know Li Wenbo, the financial director of Tianyu Group. Although he's usually very cautious, we can try to start with him."

Chen Neng's eyes lit up. "Great idea! You contact him and see if you can arrange a meeting. I'll sort out Zhao Minghui's other connections and maybe find more clues."