Qiao Muze's heart was aching. Looking at her, it was because of her relationship with Qiao Huiyang's uncle and nephew that she kept her away from him. He nodded softly, "it's him! He forced your father to make a batch of false accounts from the company's accounts that year. The amount involved in the case is more than 100 million yuan. With the funds available in that year, it's a huge transfer of funds. "
Zhuang warm warm brain boom for a while, father made false account, and still such a large amount.
This means that no matter what the reason is, father has done this illegal thing. At the same time, it has damaged the interests of this man's family company, a billion yuan, which she can't imagine at present.
"I'm sorry! I apologize to you for my father. " Zhuang warm eyes, with tears, appear sad, angry and painful.
Because she hated that the murderer of her parents was his uncle, and she was sad to replace her parents.
Joe muzer stood up, and as he approached, Zhuang wennuan took another step back.
However, the man didn't let her back again. He reached over, clasped her waist, and pressed her tightly into his arms. Even though Zhuang was struggling for a while, he didn't let her back.
Zhuang warm in his arms, wailing.
I don't know how long it took, Zhuang's warm mood gradually stabilized. She pushed him away, her tears wet his large lapel, and the man's eyes fell on her face all the time.
Zhuang picked up the folder and handed it to him, "take it away! Recover your loss. "
What Joe muzer wants to do at the moment is not to recover the money, but, as her man, to trace the murderer for her parents, which is the most important thing.
He directly took her back to his arms. "The value of this document is not to recover that one billion yuan, but to get justice for your parents and send the murderer to his place."
Zhuang wennuan looked up. "Even if this man is your uncle?"
Joe muzer's eyes flashed cold. "I don't care who he is."
Zhuang warm just thought, if it was his family, would he be reluctant? Now, looking at the light in his eyes, she understood.
"Thank you!" Zhuang wennuan knows that he is the one who has always supported her in finding the truth.
Qiao Muze chuckled and sighed, "what do you say! I am willing to do anything for you without your gratitude. "
Two people came out of the house, the accounts were packed in Zhuang's warm backpack, put everything back in place, and they went back to the car.
Not far away, Li Da took a telescope and saw two people come out. He couldn't help but look at the wristwatch again. They have been in for more than an hour now. Why did they go in so long? Did you get that book?
Li Da's heart was anxious. The whole person was a little uneasy. He dialed Qiao Huiyang's phone.
"How is it?" Qiao Huiyang's tone was also a little anxious.
"Mr. Joe, they stayed in the warm old house for more than an hour."
"And when they came out, was there any change?"
"I can't see clearly, but I have a hunch that they seem to have got the books."
Qiao Huiyang was also in a hurry at that end. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure, but I can't guarantee that they didn't get it. In case they get it, things in that year will come out."
"Don't panic, don't we have a lot of people available? It's time to use them. " Qiao Huiyang also buried a lot of eyeliner in Qiao's group.
"Well, let's take one step, one step." Li Da's eyes were fixed on the front.
Sitting in the car, choumuze said, "let's go back to the villa together, and I'll see if these books can be the evidence for your parents to overturn the case."
"Good!" Zhuang Nuan is also looking forward to it, which is the most important thing in her heart.
But at the same time, her heart, also with guilt, her father's behavior in those years, has formed a kind of injury to the whole Qiao family.
Choumuze reached for her hand and comforted her. "Don't worry. With the account book, your father's hope of turning over the case will be great."
Zhuang warm nodded, thinking of Qiao Huiyang's last chat with her, she felt cold all over.
Unexpectedly, the person standing in front of her was the one who brutally forced her parents to death.
Back at Qiao Muze's home, Zhuang wennuan went to make a cup of tea, and Qiao went into the study to check the account book.
Zhuang warm tea came in, Qiao Muze brows tight, focus on looking at the record.
"How is it? Are these books valid? " "The account book records the amount your father appropriated in that year, what means and ways to remove it, and the account of capital inflow. I checked that the final account is a person named Wang Ji, and what's the relationship between this person and my uncle? I
they need to check carefully."
"Well!" Zhuang Nuan nodded. She was not in a hurry. She only hoped that the truth of that year would be made public. Her father had made a mistake, and she could bear it. However, the crime of homicide must not be let go of that person.
Qiao Muze continues to look through the account books, can misappropriate one hundred million yuan, and solemn Ming successively records a thick account book.
Zhuang warm warm stands beside him, facing the father to record these things, she completely does not understand. In the direction not far from Qiao Muze's home, Li Da's eyes flickered with anxiety. Did Zhuang wennuan really get the account book? However, the account of misappropriating funds in that year was not Qiao Huiyang's own account. The account of that year was transferred to a cousin account of
Li Da just passed away, and then it was laundered into Qiao Huiyang's hand through an empty shell company.
Now, Qiao huiyangli uses that money to run a profitable financial company abroad.
With chomuze's ability, he will surely follow these account books to check and slowly find out all this.
Li Da is only feeling cold now, remembering that he has become Qiao Huiyang's tool for using these years. He didn't do many things and replaced them.
Therefore, he became the core person. Once the case was overturned, he was the main responsible person.
The more Li Da thought about it, the more cold sweat came out.
At the moment, Qiao Huiyang is at his home, and there is another man he is training.
"A CAI, once the domestic affairs are revealed, when you are loyal to me, I will not treat you badly."
"Don't worry! President Joe, I will do my best for you. " The loyal hand of a CAI stood beside him.
"I've done a good job of getting out of the way. Solemnly, Li Da can bear most of the charges for me. As long as he doesn't let go, I won't be guilty."
"But in case of Li Da..." "Li Da has a son who studies abroad. I have arranged my people by his son's side. Once Li Da is arrested, I will use his favorite son as a threat. If he gives me up, his son will die." Qiao Huiyang has a sly face.
The man on the side immediately awed Lin. now, he has the opportunity to replace Li Da and stand beside Qiao Huiyang to do business. It must be very good to seek profits.
The so-called "wealth insurance" is in demand. Zhuang wennuan did not disturb Qiao Muze to read the account book. She sat on the sofa and read her father's letter again. Tears streamed down her face. The father's meaning in the letter was to hope that she and her mother would have a good life together. However, he did not know that the accident happened to both of them!
Zhuang wennuan can imagine how anxious and painful his father was that day. He must have been very remorseful. In order to save her, they killed themselves to save her life.
This is the most painful choice in life, and they have no hesitation in choosing to let her survive.
"Mom and Dad, I'll make sure the murderer gets the law."
Qiao Muze has read most of the books. He gets up and comes out. He sees the woman sitting on the sofa crying silently. His heart is pulled up. He goes to her side and reaches for her.
Gently kiss her hair, at this time, he can only accompany her.
"I will make him pay for it." Joe muzer's voice was low.
Zhuang wennuan fell into his arms and sobbed, "thank you, but what my father did in those days, I try to make up for you." "As long as you're by my side, don't leave me anymore, it's the best way to make up for it," sighed Joe