Chapter 12 Doubts Obscured by History

　　"Did you find anything useful?" Younger Uncle Zhang Zhifei asked anxiously, "Why did you go for such a long time?" 　　Zhang Ke grinned and thought to himself, "To comfort Tang Xueqian's wife and daughter, you think it's easy? Taking the notepad out, "Ye Xinming came over earlier than us, what we wanted to find, he took it first, leaving only this book behind, which may be even more crucial than what we originally wanted." 　　The lights in the car did not dare to turn on, Zhang Zhi Fei took the notepad and flipped through a few pages by the dim road light, "There is nothing useful ......" 　　"Little Uncle knows who Zeng Jianhua is?" Zhang Ke asked him. 　　Zhang Zhi Fei shook his head, "I don't recognize it." 　　"You don't even know who Zeng Jianhua is, how can you conclude that this book records useless things?" Zhang Ke brought the notepad over, "A lot of things are just written for yourself, letting others read and understand them would be bad instead ......" 　　"I don't know where you come up with these ideas," Zhang Zhi Fei looked at his cousin Zhang Ke like a monster, "not at all like the thinking of a normal child!" 　　Zhang Ke hehey a smile, drilled into the back seat to go, turn on the dome light, by the little uncle driving out of the city, he will notepad page by page to turn to see. Although it is said that many people in the work diary to write down a lot of things just to facilitate their own access, some can not remember the light of things, will deliberately use cryptic language, but the general people can use the password system is relatively crude, confidentiality is not strong, it is easy to crack. Turned to the tenth day or so, the hand of the paper, feel some bump, look down, there is no writing there, raised above the head, there are traces of writing, leaving word marks, the roof light line is not strong, indistinguishable. 　　"Found what?" The younger uncle Zhang Zhifei saw Zhang Ke's strange movements through the rearview mirror. 　　"Some places have been written with a pencil and erased with an eraser, but leave imprints, the light is too dark to see clearly ......" 　　"Really?" Zhang Zhi Fei parked his car on the side of the road, took the book over, raised it to the top of his head to get the overhead light to look at it, "It's really true, you kid line ah, let's hurry back and see what was written on it." 　　Rushed to the old house in the southern suburbs of Dongshe County, almost midnight, into the spirit hall located in the hall uncle Zhang Zhiwei downstairs, the spirit hall is full of cloth curtains, flags, painted images of gods, uncle grandpa's body is lying in the spirit bed behind the cloth curtains. Grandma and two old women from the village were sitting on a futon and chatting, cousin uncle Zhang Zhiwei was playing cards in the next room with the other three vigilantes, and Zhang Ke did not see his father. 　　"Where's my dad?" Zhang Ke asked his cousin uncle Zhang Zhiwei. 　　"Your dad is a city cadre, how to play our kind of wild card, I let him go back to your house to sleep first, besides, there is no need for him to keep watch ......" 　　Zhang Ke face angry iron blue, chest hiding a fire, the heart thought: a few days later, Tang Xueqian no matter, and then see what face you will set? 　　"Big brother, you are too much ......" Zhang Zhi Fei and angry and annoyed, do not know what to say. 　　Zhang Ke and the little uncle and Zhang Ke out of the spirit hall to the loess inside the run, but heard the cousin uncle in the back of the reason with a kind of inexplicable tone to ask the poker friend: "How do I overdo it?" 　　Zhang Ke followed his brother-in-law, into the courtyard of his home, the second and third floors are lit, up the stairs, saw his father and cousin Zhang Mei sitting there watching videos, is the kind of old-fashioned video cassette tape VCD machine, VCD machine in 1994 has just been introduced, due to the lack of sources, no one in the country has been able to see the huge market prospects of VCD machines. Pirated VCD movies flooded the market, presenting VCDs with ample sources of movies. 　　"Is there any gain?" Zhang Zhixing twisted his head to ask, seeing the plastic bag Zhang Ke carried in his hand. 　　"Thought you were playing cards, so I didn't call you," Zhang Zhi Fei sidled over to his daughter, Zhang Mei, "Xiao Mei, get a pencil." 　　"It's been half a month of vacation, who can find where the pencil is?" Zhang Mei grunted, and seeing her dad glaring at her, she went to look for a pencil in a disciplined manner. On the way, Zhang Ke searched out every place that had a wordmark, twenty-one in total, and blackened them with a pencil, and the writing showed up clearly. 　　"Jiang took money ninety thousand ......" 　　"Jiang took money eleven hundred thousand ......" 　　"Jiang took money three hundred and seventy thousand dollars ......" 　　...... 　　"Jiang withdraws money sixty thousand ......" 　　Zhang Ke quickly calculate twenty a total of four million seven hundred and eighty-eight million yuan, the most one for six hundred and seventy-seven million, boy, the nineties embezzlement means really fucking crude, too fucking unscrupulous, don't know the use of high buy low sell means of money clean and then loaded into their own bags, that is, Ding Xiangshan pressured, or else even if there is no this notebook, as long as someone insisted on checking down, but also can be investigated into the head of the Jiang Mingcheng. 　　The last three add up to two hundred and seventy thousand, and Jiang Mingcheng remittance into the account of Xu Si three money figures correspond to the time respectively in November 1993, February 1994, June 1994, is Xu Si into the Xinfeng Group after the work of the matter, that is, the last of these three money planted in the head of Tang Xueqian. Of course, the situation has not developed to this point, Xu Si, Jiang Mingcheng has not taken the initiative to the provincial inspection team "account" Tang Xueqian's problems, judging from the time, that is, after two days. So Zhang Ke to put these things in the heart, can not say out. 　　"This 'Jiang', is Jiang Mingcheng?" 　　Zhang Ke saw his little uncle pointing to the handwriting and asked his dad, but his dad picked up the phone and dialed home: "Xiao Zhen, do you have any impression of this person Zeng Jianhua, does the Xinfeng Group have this person ...... "For a while, the city's Bureau of Letters and Calls received reports all day long about the management of the Xinfeng Group's Reporting letters, although sent a few inspection teams down did not find out any results, but in the city Bureau of Letters and Visits working mom, the name of the management of the Xinfeng Group have an impression, after a while, only to see his father put down the phone, "It is the finance minister of the Xinfeng Group, this Jiang, should be Jiang Mingcheng, from the record of this book, he took more than four million from the accounts, but did not record the Usage ......" 　　"Why did this book fall into Tang Xueqian's hands, Tang Xueqian doesn't seem to have discovered the secret here?" 　　"Find Zeng Jianhua and everything will be clear?" Zhang Zhixing called his wife again, "Zhen, tomorrow try to find a way to get Zeng Jianhua's address, be careful not to let others find out ......" 　　Ding Xiangshan fell from the horse in 1999 not because of the financial problems of Xinfeng Group, after Tang Xueqian was imprisoned, the restructuring of Xinfeng Group was quickly passed, and all the problems that existed before Xinfeng Group have not been exposed since the beginning. At this time to find Zeng Jianhua, Zhang Ke vaguely feel that something is wrong, but can not think of where the problem is. Such an important book, if not Zeng Jianhua handed over to Tang Xueqian, then they should be most anxious to retrieve this book, it seems that Ding Xiangshan, Ye Xinming, they do not seem to realize the existence of this book; if Zeng Jianhua personally handed over to Tang Xueqian, then why did Tang Xueqian did not find out the secret in the book?