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「Around this same time.」
A thousand miles away in Peng City, inside the Tongxin Building.
In the offices of the United Youth Association.
In front of a massive floor-to-ceiling window, You Shaoqiang was sitting with four other young men, drinking tea and chatting.
A few days ago, they had gone to Xiangjiang to trace the whereabouts of the four billion.
However, the Zhuang Family's second and third sons, two uncles, and even Zhuang Yingcheng's women all claimed to know nothing about the money's whereabouts.
Every trace and clue pointed to anonymous accounts in foreign banks.
And with Zhuang Yingcheng's death, official, higher-level powers had begun to intervene to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.
Under these circumstances, the Zhuang Family, at the cost of one man's life, seemed to have found an opportunity for a smooth transition, and they were beginning to consolidate their power under secure conditions.
