Banquet

Changhai has been cloudy and rainy for several days.

The pattering rain is always falling badly, and if you want to die, you will die.

Nearly five o'clock, when the world was gray, the lights in the interrogation room were turned on.

The person in charge of the interrogation is Zheng Yan, the captain of the newly promoted Economic Investigation Brigade.

Zheng Yan opened the file several times over and over again, but he still had doubts in his heart.

All the necessary evidence was complete, and the prisoner also confessed to the crime, but he just felt something was wrong.

The person sitting opposite had a steady breath, silently like a Buddha.

Zheng Yan rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, went out to make a cup of tea, pushed forward, and said, "President Jiang, you don't mind stating the crime history again."

The person he calls President Jiang, whose name is Jiang Zetao, is the full-level president of the CCB in this city, and is currently being prosecuted by the public prosecution agency for corruption and bribery.

Regarding Jiang Zetao's more than one position, he is also the third largest shareholder of one of the country's three major banks, and concurrently serves as the director of the issuance department of the China Securities Regulatory Commission.

Such a person has condescended to the small city of Changhai for more than 20 years, and is now being prosecuted for accepting more than 200 million bribes.

As for the director of the pharmaceutical factory they arrested last time, his car was a sports car with millions of dollars, not to mention the amount of bribes they found out.

But Jiang Zetao, whose car is no better than a FAW-Volkswagen, is rarely seen at government dinners, and is as low-key as a shadow.

It is worth mentioning that several companies invested by Jiang Zetao have done several important things that are beneficial to people's livelihood. The current bridge connecting the two sides of the Pingjiang River was written by him.

This kind of person is too strange, and Zheng Yan can't see through it. Except for the transcript that Jiang Zetao confirmed early in the morning, their interrogation these days is almost a waste of time.

Seeing the time passing by, Zheng Yan repeated it again.

Jiang Zetao moved slightly.

He reached out and touched the teacup that was handed over, but he never took it. He just lowered his eyes and said a little tiredly: "Captain Zheng, you don't have to worry about it, the truth is exactly what I said."

Zheng Yan looked at him and remembered the first time he and Jiang Zetao met.

His parents divorced since he was young, and fighting was a common occurrence for him. He met Jiang Zetao when he entered middle school.

Changhai's primary and junior high schools are all in the same district, and Zheng Yan can see Jiang Zetao picking up his son every day.

At that time, Zheng Yan's mother ran away from his gambler father, who beat Zheng Yan when he was drunk, and jumped out of the window when he was hurt, regardless of the cursing sentences behind him.

Every time Jiang Zetao came to pick up his son from school, he stretched his neck to look up, as if it was his father picking him up.

After watching too much, Zheng Yan will imagine that it happened to him.

He envied that child, he envied the father and son.

One day when it rained, Jiang Zetao did not show up at the school gate for a long time.

The sparse rain made the weeds in his heart wind up like moist vines.He couldn't help the longing in his heart, wanting to contact the father and son.

They are so good, they have all Zheng Yan's expectations for a father.

So he straightened his messy clothes, washed his hands clean in the rain, took several deep breaths, then ran over, panting and said: "Is your father coming to pick you up? Can you take me one, my parents I don't have time to come here today."

Zheng Yan's face was about to turn red, he knew that people didn't know him at all, maybe they thought he was dirty, he thought in a mess, his eyes looked around.

The little boy was squatting on the ground to watch the ants, but when he heard him speak, he stood up slowly.

That was Zheng Yan's first contact with him. In the past years, Zheng Yan had seen him secretly, saw him carefully, and met him by accident, but those were just a hasty sight, and he had never had any direct contact.

But this time, Zheng Yan met a pair of platinum-gold eyes with a slightly cool color.

The little boy handed over a candy, "poof", and blew out a bubble.

When Jiang Zetao rushed over, he saw his youngest son poking the boy's bubble with his finger.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyebrows curved, he picked up his son with one hand, wiped his mouth with the other hand, and then handed Zheng Yan a wet tissue.

Before getting off the car, Jiang Zetao gave Zheng Yan a long-handled umbrella.

And the little boy who had been quiet all the time took out a box of Bibabu from his schoolbag and handed it to Zheng Yan. His eyes were like a little fox, with a little bit of satisfaction and a little bit of joy.

Zheng Yan's thoughts diverged far away, and when he returned to reality, he saw Jiang Zetao pressing his head, as if he was in pain, he stood up and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to call a doctor?"

Jiang Zetao shook his head to indicate that there was no point in continuing the interrogation. Zheng Yan said in a low voice before leaving, "You have half an hour to visit."

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, even though he is getting old, Zheng Yan can still remember the young man who walked to the depths of the prison under the flickering incandescent lamp that day.

The boy had been waiting for a long time, but he didn't show a trace of impatience.

His brows and eyes are still warm and indifferent, under the sparse mountains and rivers, he slowly walks out of the peaceful picture of the past.

Jiang Chengyan.

Zheng Yan muttered three words.

"Is it already the worst result?" Jiang Chengyan asked in a low voice.

Local authorities are still allowing visits, which seems to mean things haven't gone as far as they should.

"How can it be the worst?" Jiang Zetao smiled lightly.

He knew in his heart that the deterioration of the situation only needed time to brew, when everything was like a river bursting its embankment, the menacing attack, it would be hopeless to see each other again.

Enduring a severe headache, Jiang Zetao said slowly: "I will arrange someone to send you to study abroad. You are an adult, you can solve problems independently, and start your own life."

He paused: "Don't you like classical literature? There are several good universities in the UK with mature cultural heritage and high-quality teaching."

"There is also Westminster Abbey. We have been to the Poets' Corner over there. You have also met some friends. This time, you will make good arrangements in the past."

He didn't hear his son's response, Jiang Zetao paused for a while, and then asked gently: "Do you want to find your mother?"

When Jiang Chengyan was in elementary school, Jiang Zetao did not shy away from talking about the topic of birth with him.

For some reason, Jiang Zetao chose a surrogate to have Jiang Chengyan.

Jiang Chengyan has been more obedient and sensible than his peers since he was a child. Although he lacked the company of his mother when he was young, he never cried or made a fuss. He just occasionally watched other people's family of three before doing his own thing.

Whether the lack of female companionship will cause irreversible damage to the growth of children.

Jiang Zetao also considered hiring some women with similar educational backgrounds to take on the role of mothers. He wanted to take better care of Jiang Chengyan, but Jiang Chengyan refused positively.

The friendship between father and son is more understanding and tolerance like friends.

Jiang Chengyan has never been indifferent to the topic of mother, and it is the same this time.

Jiang Zetao stopped entanglement, he tapped on the table lightly, and said: "After finishing college, I hope you can stay in school to teach.

"Academic freedom in foreign countries, and there are many research institutions. Being able to stay in school to teach will be a gentle and peaceful time. I like it very much. This is also my suggestion to you."

Jiang Chengyan counted the bud tips in the teacup, then suddenly raised his head and said, "What should I do?"

Jiang Zetao was relieved in his heart: "The requirements for staying in a foreign school to teach are not low." He smiled and was about to continue.

Jiang Chengyan raised his head, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he said, "What should I do to let you out."

Jiang Zetao stood up and looked down at him, calm as always: "You don't have to do anything, and you can't do anything."

Jiang Chengyan pushed the teacup away and said coldly: "I don't believe everything in the confession."

Jiang Zetao flicked the ring on his hand slowly, and said in a low voice, "If you don't believe it, how can I believe it?"

He looked up at the only window in the room. Although it was still cloudy outside, there was a little light coming in.

Compared with the gloomy cell, this place is another world.

He intends to cross the gap between life and death and reach the other shore, but he is still nostalgic for his close relatives, the world of fireworks.

However, the current situation is changing so quickly, it is a big net, which traps everyone's fate that they think they can see through. Jiang Zetao is also in it. He may be able to see his own ending, but he can't bear to involve Jiang Chengyan in it. Come in.

That little life was once his salvation and all his expectations for beauty.

But to become Jiang Chengyan, an independent person, a new life, should be smoother, more peaceful and warm than everyone else.

He stood up, patted Jiang Chengyan on the back just like he used to send Jiang Chengyan to school, turned and left.

Jiang Chengyan felt this sadness-like emotion swelling in his chest, he didn't stand up for a long time, then pressed his trembling hand, and closed his eyes.

Broadcast of the day:

From February to September 2002, Jiang Zetao, Director of the Issuance Examination Committee of the Issuance Supervision Department of the China Securities Regulatory Commission, took advantage of the change of position and accepted the request of Yinchuan Industrial Co., Ltd. to illegally collect bribes in RMB in the process of helping the company apply for listing. More than 2 million yuan.

The Changhai Intermediate People's Court made a first-instance judgment and sentenced Jiang Zetao to 13 years in prison and confiscated all his property.

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