Fu Ping'an is preparing to use Liu Jianhao as a breakthrough point. He has no official identity and cannot openly ask relevant people and summon Liu Jianhao himself. But this is not a problem for Fu Ping'an. He has his own set of methods. The first step is to check Liu Jianhao's old background online.

Liu Jianhao's original name is Liu Jianhao, from Shanghai, from Fudan University, studied in the Department of Finance, Princeton University, Peking University MBA, KPMG, and Goldman Sachs' dazzling resume, coupled with his tall and handsomeness, he is simply a model of "other people's children".

Mr. Shi once told Fu Ping'an that if a person looks glamorous and perfect without any flaws, then this person must be wrong. Liu Jianhao is such a person. Behind his perfect character, I don't know what kind of dirty soul is hidden.

A plan gradually matured, Fu Ping'an told Liu Guoxiao the plan, who agreed to implement it and sent him a set of technical equipment, but clearly told him: "If you violate the law during the reconnaissance process, I can't protect you, and you don't have any official identity, do you understand?"

"clear."

...

Pan Xiaoyang has been doing well recently. She is not stupid at first, but she just meets bad people. A product like Lin Yisheng cannot bring her much benefits, but as long as she gets the right person, her fortune will become out of control.

Manraga Investment has a high reputation internationally. Although the Omi branch does not have any specific business, it is enough to scare people as long as you take out your name. Pan Xiaoyang and Liu Feng from Kite Investment are getting close. The two have complementary advantages. Old Liu has rich connections, and Pan Xiaoyang has a reputation and beauty. He is simply a fairy partner.

Pan Xiaoyang bought more than one LV bag, changed his whole body and dressed up all over, and finally lived the life she dreamed of. When he went to high-end occasions, he met either rich or noble, and was polite. Unlike her original social circle, men all looked hungry and full of yellow words at the table, wishing to stretch out their claws from their throats. Men in the upper class were gentlemen, at least not so naked.

Following Liu Fengzheng, Pan Xiaoyang has met many senior officials in provinces and cities, corporate giants, and celebrities. He has attended more occasions and is a young and beautiful girl, which naturally attracts a lot of attention.

Kite Investment held a cocktail party, which was set up on the rooftop of the New Era Building, requiring both men and women to enter the venue in evening dresses. Liu Jianhao, deputy president of Huaijiang Bank, was also among the guests. He wore a night dress and a white bow tie. He had wide shoulders and developed chest muscles for many years. He carried a glass of wine and walked between the red men and green women. Looking down at the neon lights below, he suddenly felt a little bored.

Suddenly, a red figure came over, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, and was outrageously young. Usually, this kind of girl would be an intern in a company and acted as a vase at a cocktail party. Liu Jianhao saw it a lot and was unmoved at all.

"President Liu, why, are you a little tired?" The girl was very familiar with her.

"Why are you?"

"I am Emily from Manlacia." The girl stretched out her hand.

"Looking for a long time." Liu Jianhao, as a big boss in the financial industry, certainly knew the name of Malacca. He was very good at controlling this kind of dialogue and half-jokingly said: "Are you interested in opening a basic account in our business?"

"We are just a branch, empty shell, no funds." The woman named Emily did not have the temperament of returning home, but had a down-to-earth and intimate relationship, no airs and innocence, which made Liu Jianhao feel relaxed and chatted a lot without realizing it.

"Liu Xing, do you know Luo Yonghao? This person is so funny. I talked about financing with Lao Luo last month. Lao Luo is very craftsman-oriented, but I don't plan to invest. Kite investment is one step ahead of me, haha."

"Luo Yonghao is quite interesting. Compared to starting a business, he is more suitable for talk shows." Liu Jianhao said with a smile.

"A friend of mine lives in a house that has been haunted recently." Emily suddenly said mysteriously, "There is a person hanging on the chandelier."

"You can interview this friend and write a new Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio." Liu Jianhao said with a smile.

"I heard that the person who died was called Hao Jiade and his wife. The real murderer was arrested recently." Emily said, "Do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

When Liu Jianhao heard Hao Jiade's name, his smile froze.

Liu Feng was walking over with a wine glass: "Xiaoyang, I'm having a very scheming chat with Liu Xing."

"Emily is telling me the story of Stories from a Chinese Studio." Liu Jianhao returned to normal, chatting and laughing.

After the social event, Liu Jianhao returned home and played with his daughter for a while. After coaxing the child to sleep, his wife Ganlu said worriedly: "I always feel something is wrong recently. It seems that someone is following me."

"Are you sure?" Liu Jianhao suddenly became nervous. Yang Mingzhu was almost robbed that year. Social security was still not good enough. Especially rich people, it was dangerous to be targeted by others.

"I don't know either, maybe it's because of my nerves." Ganlu wasn't sure either.

"Let me go back and check the surveillance video with the police. Don't worry, there will be no problem." Liu Jianhao comforted his wife, went to the study and opened the computer, logged into the email to handle official business, but found that his email was hacked, many emails were lost, and a series of bizarre events made him suspicious. As a high-IQ academic elite, he never believed that everything was done by chance. Everything was man-made and manipulated. He was a little panicked and took out the medicine bottle, and the bottle cap with his shaking hands could not be opened. He had neurasthenia all year round, and had a slight depression. He had to take medicine for a long time.

Liu Jianhao decided to go to church to confess tomorrow. When he was young, he was an atheist and scoffed at any feudal superstition. After he was thirty-five, he became a devout believer. Without spiritual support, he would not be able to get to where he is today.

He was born in a civilian family in Shanghai. In order to leave the alley, he studied hard, entered Fudan, studied in the United States, and entered the elite class, but this was not enough. The salary of the bank executive was not enough to support his ambition. In order to gain greater wealth and power, he sold his soul, abandoned his first love girlfriend, climbed up to the president's daughter, and did a lot of illegal things against his conscience. After the matter was done, he kicked the president's daughter, went abroad to avoid the limelight again, and returned to China after the tranquility, found his first love girlfriend and started his pursuit again, and finally got the beauty back.

Liu Jianhao made up his mind to make a cut with the past, but the past of nightmares always haunt him. He used to be in a dream, but now it is in reality. He suspected that the old case ten years ago had been revealed.

I felt palpitations and the medicine could not be stopped.

...

After a lot of trouble, Fu Ping'an finally found Ji Qianqian's home, an old building, the corridor was covered with advertisements, knocking on the door for a while, the rusty security door opened a crack, and his eyes looked at him vigilantly: "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Ji, I want to talk to you?"

"Which unit is yours?"

"I don't have a unit, I came for Ji Qianqian."

"There is no one here to call this name!" The security door slammed and closed.

Fu Ping'an knew that the man was behind the door and raised his voice and said, "I live in Building 10 of Lijing Garden. It is the house where Ji Qianqian lived. The house was haunted and no one dared to rent it. Because I lacked money, I rented it for cheap. But your daughter appeared every now and then, making me unable to sleep well. I had no choice but to come to you as parents. If you don't care, I won't care."

The door opened again, and an old couple stood in the room.

"Young man, please come in."

Fu Ping'an was asked to enter the house, the old man handed him cigarettes and tea, and the old lady peeled him fruits, which was so polite.

"What did Qianqian say to you?" The old lady said with tears in her eyes. There was a family photo hanging on the wall. It was a photo of Ji Qianqian after graduating from college. In fact, her parents were only in their fifties. The pain of losing their daughter made the two older ten years old within a year.

"Ji Qianqian said that she died with grievances, and she died with her eyes open." Fu Ping'an narrated Pan Xiaoyang's dream, the bathtub, long hair, and children. These elements combined were enough to make the couple mentally collapsed and cry loudly.

The old man wiped his tears and said, "My daughter, it's so unfair to die. Dad is incompetent and can't help you with revenge."

After crying, the old man said, "My daughter was killed. She has a stubborn temper since she was a child and will not commit suicide easily. The murderer is the child's father and a married husband. I have told the police all these, but the police did not listen and they were determined to commit suicide. We have put banners in the community and made trouble at Qianqian's company. It doesn't work, and it's useless to petition. The Bureau of Letters and Calls asked us to prosecute, but there was no evidence. How to prosecute? Qianqian's body was originally important evidence, and they were taken to cremation without the consent of their families..."

After a while, Fu Ping'an was a little disappointed. The old lady said: "Qianqian is a good child, working hard, studying law in college, and after graduation, she went to the court for internship. She also manages law in the company..."

"In the legal department..." The old man corrected her words.

"Wait, Ji Qianqian once interned in the court? Which court?" Fu Ping'an seemed to have grasped the key point.

"The City Intermediate Court." said the old man, "She can go to the court for internships all by herself, not by others at all."

Originally, Fu Ping'an thought Ji Qianqian's death should be related to Lin Yisheng, and he visited him to collect evidence. Unexpectedly, there were other gains. Ji Qianqian had an internship in the Intermediate Court before. After the internship period, someone arranged for her to work in the legal department of the auction company. Logically speaking, this person should be a cadre of the court and had a good relationship with the senior management of the Wanshihao Auction Company. So why didn't he recommend Ji Qianqian to work in a more appropriate law firm? There is only one possibility. In order to avoid suspicion, this person has a certain identity and has a tigress at home.

"Have Ji Qianqian mentioned to you what name?" Fu Ping'an asked, "For example, a leader in the court admires her very much."

The old man thought for a while and said, "Yes, Qianqian often mentions President Cao. After something happened, we went to the court to ask him for help. Alas, he had no choice."

"Judge Cao is a good person." said the old lady, "This man is kind and has no airs. When it comes to Qianqian, he burst into tears."
Chapter completed!