Chapter 17 — 12 Million Yuan Compensation And 30 Years Confidentiality

This safe is bigger than the one I saw in the abandoned factory. More modern. More advanced. Use electronic locks. I frowned slightly. Cao Phuc Lam left the key for me. But didn't leave a password. What did he mean anyway? Is it a challenge? Or tease me one last time? I tried entering a few sequences of numbers that I thought were most likely. Cao Phuc Lam's date of birth. Date of establishment of the company. Even the day of the fire thirty years ago. All are wrong. After three failed attempts to enter the password. The safe emitted a shrill warning sound. Then automatically lock hard. Must wait twenty-four hours to re-enter. I clenched my fists in frustration. It's too hasty. I leaned against the desk. Force yourself to calm down. Cao Phuc Lam must have left a clue. He gave me the key. Then you definitely want me to open this safe. But where are the clues? My eyes fell on Cao Phuc Lam's fountain pen. I picked it up. Observe carefully. The pen is extremely well preserved. Shiny like new. Completely different from my father's pen which is full of traces of time. I held the pen up under the light. Right at that moment. I discovered something. On the pen cap. In the yellow metal ring. There is a row of extremely small numbers engraved. So small that it is almost impossible to see with the naked eye. I immediately turned on the flashlight and zoom function on my phone. Put that row of numbers into the frame. The screen clearly displays a series of characters. My heart twitched. This is not the date of birth. It's not even an anniversary. But I've seen this number sequence before. Somewhere... Immediately. A memory flashed in my head. It's an old newspaper! The newspaper was circled in red by my father! I quickly opened the photo of the newspaper. Flip to the front page. In the lower right corner. Clearly print the release date: August 15, 1993. The password is always right in front of my eyes. I tried to suppress my excitement. Wait patiently. Wait for twenty-four hours to pass. The next day. I went back to the apartment. Standing in front of the safe. Take a deep breath. Then enter the number sequence. A sound rang out. On the screen appears the text: Password correct. Right after that. The heavy, thick steel door slowly opened. My breathing almost stopped. I looked inside. No gold. No cash. There are also no gems. Just a black leather briefcase. Located right in the middle. I reached out and took it out. Hands trembled slightly. Slowly open the bag. Inside is a thick stack of documents. First page. Was a headline that caught my eye.

“List of unusual compensation payments of Ping An Insurance – East China Region.”

I started turning the pages. My heart sank even further. Even colder. This is not simply a financial statistics table. It's a book of crimes. It records in detail all of Cao Phuc Lam's abuse of power over the past ten years. Insurance fraud. Create fake books. Collaborate with outsiders. Everything is fully recorded. Each transaction. Every time. Each location. Each person participates. Each amount. There is even a copy of the call recording. Bank transfer receipt. And a bunch of other evidence. Total amount involved. Up to hundreds of millions of yuan. The people being dragged in aren't just company leaders. But there are also local officials. A huge network of dark interests appears before our eyes. Cao Phuc Lam... What he left me is not a legacy. Which is a bomb. A bomb can shake the entire financial world. He's really gone crazy. Even in death. He still wants to drag all those who have been involved with him into hell. He wanted the whole world to be buried with him. Only now do I understand. Why did he leave the apartment to me? Because it's just me. The person who bears the deepest hatred towards him. Just enough capacity. And courageous enough. Bring all of this into the open. This is a revenge plan from hell. It was also a burning potato that he threw to me. I held the documents. Stand in front of the ground-level glass door. Looking down at the bustling city below. There was a stir in my heart. What should I do? Hand it all over to the police? Or pretend like you never saw it. Then bury everything forever? Just when I was hesitating. The phone suddenly vibrated. A strange call. Phone number is encrypted. Caller identity is not displayed. I hesitated for a few seconds. Then press the listen button. A cold, processed electronic voice came from the other end of the line. Can't tell whether male or female.

“Congratulations.”

“You found Pandora's box.”

“And now…”

“The game has just begun.”