Chapter 62

That night, Yang Chen took a taxi back to Yueshan City's Yandisk Economic Development Zone.

Hou Xunan was one of Yang Chen's key targets, but the real reason for his trip to Wenjiang City was his father Yang Xiuyuan's wrongful conviction! From the beginning, Yang Chen never believed that his father Yang Xiuyuan was the true mastermind behind the crime!

To Yang Chen's pleasant surprise, his phone received a text message from Zhang Bingyu at around eight o'clock the next morning.

"Major breakthrough! Contact me immediately if you see this!"

Without hesitation, Yang Chen immediately called Zhang Bingyu.

The phone rang once before Zhang Bingyu answered, "Our investigators found a promissory note from over a decade ago in Huang Yifeng's ancestral home. The person who signed it was Chen Youming!"

"Promissory note?" Yang Chen was taken aback, "Is this related to my father's case?"

"Of course it is!" Zhang Bingyu said firmly, "The amount on this promissory note was enormous by the standards of that time. Given Chen Youming's financial situation back then, how could he owe Huang Yifeng 24 million yuan?"

"24 million yuan?" Hearing this figure, Yang Chen couldn't help but gasp, "Where did Huang Yifeng get 24 million yuan to lend to Chen Youming? Are you sure this promissory note was written by Chen Youming himself?"

"We've already compared the fingerprints and handwriting, it's definitely him!" Zhang Bingyu said, "It seems that there were many unknown financial entanglements between Huang Yifeng and Chen Youming, and your father Yang Xiuyuan was just taking the fall for Chen Youming!"

"… Is there any reason written on the promissory note?" Yang Chen tried to calm his excitement.

"There's no reason written, just a few scribbled lines, but all the necessary details are there," Zhang Bingyu paused and continued, "We also checked Huang Yifeng's bank records from that time. His total personal savings were only about 600,000 yuan, so it's clear he couldn't have lent 24 million yuan to Chen Youming!"

"This… This must be the breakthrough point," Yang Chen lightly tapped the table with one hand, and after a moment, asked, "If we secretly record Chen Youming confessing to the crime… would that exonerate my father?"

"Yes," Zhang Bingyu said without hesitation, "But you can't use any supernatural means to threaten or fabricate evidence against Chen Youming. If you're caught, not only will your father's case be jeopardized, but you might also get into trouble."

The Chinese Metaphysical Association, nominally a private organization, is actually under significant government control. It has a special investigation team dedicated to pursuing and punishing crimes committed by metaphysical practitioners, which has considerable deterrent power.

Yang Chen nodded silently and hung up the phone.

"Find a way to get a covert recording device and make an appointment with Longhui Group for a meeting at two o'clock this afternoon," Yang Chen said thoughtfully, "Use Yuanbang Pharmaceutical as the cover."

"Okay." Tang Yino noted down the two tasks Yang Chen had given her, nodded, and left to take care of them.

Yang Chen sat quietly on the sofa, his hands behind his head, and muttered to himself, "Can't use Daoist techniques, and hypnosis would be obvious… So, how can I force Chen Youming to confess?"

Yang Chen's reputation at Wufeng Temple was already well-known, and the Chinese Metaphysical Association had no reason to overlook such a rare genius.

Although there were no overt troubles, covert investigations were likely already underway.

Given this situation, Zhang Bingyu's warning was entirely reasonable. It was best to avoid using supernatural means and instead use ordinary methods to force Chen Youming to confess… but this would be difficult.

Yang Chen thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reliable solution until his gaze fell on an unremarkable oil painting in the room, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Fear… Yes, that's it, fear!" Yang Chen took a deep breath, leaped up from the sofa, "As long as I amplify Chen Youming's fear and unease, even if he's as tough as iron, he won't be able to withstand repeated questioning!"

A person who has done wrong, no matter how calm they appear, cannot completely hide their guilt and unease when faced with questioning!

What Yang Chen needed to do was to amplify Chen Youming's unease and trigger his inner fear. Once his mental defenses were breached, he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer!

...

"Mr. Chen, this is your schedule for today. There have been some changes from yesterday. Please take a look," at around nine o'clock, Chen Youming's female assistant walked into his office with a file folder.

Chen Youming, in his forties, was in his prime. His black hair was neatly combed back with gel, and he wore a spotless, custom-made black French suit. He was of medium height and always exuded a sense of composure and confidence.

"Hmm?" Hearing that his schedule had been changed, Chen Youming frowned and took the file folder from his assistant, reading through it line by line.

When he saw a one-and-a-half-hour appointment scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, he clearly showed his displeasure, "When was this appointment made? How did they calculate one and a half hours? Don't you know how valuable my time is?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen… but this was Mr. Liu's decision," the assistant said apologetically, "The representative from Yuanbang Pharmaceutical called Mr. Liu directly… and this time was also arranged by Mr. Liu…"

"Yuanbang Pharmaceutical?" Chen Youming was taken aback, "The one in Beijing?"

"Yes," the assistant nodded quickly.

Chen Youming looked at the schedule with suspicion. He had heard of Yuanbang Pharmaceutical, but Longhui Group had never had any business dealings with them. What was the sudden visit about?

For some reason, Chen Youming felt an inexplicable sense of unease. He thought for a moment and asked, "Did Mr. Liu mention the purpose of Yuanbang Pharmaceutical's visit? I can't just go into a business meeting blind."

"Mr. Liu said the main purpose of their visit is to conduct an inspection…"

"An inspection?" Chen Youming was even more puzzled, "Yuanbang Pharmaceutical is much larger than our Longhui Group, so why would they need to inspect us? Is there anything else besides the inspection?"

"I'm not sure… You can confirm with Mr. Liu directly…"

"Alright, I understand. You can go now." Chen Youming nodded and dismissed his assistant.

After sitting in his chair for a while, he picked up the phone and called Longhui Group's chairman, Liu Kangming.

When he received Chen Youming's call, Liu Kangming laughed and said, "Let's see what we can get before we worry about the details. You don't have any other important matters today, so it won't hurt to entertain them…"

In the end, Chen Youming hung up with a bitter smile. Many of Wenjiang's business practices seemed absurd to outsiders.

But no one could deny that Wenjiang businessmen had a keen sense of opportunity that many others couldn't match. Even if there was just a slight chance, they wouldn't give up, showing a determination to never turn back until they hit a wall.

Liu Kangming hadn't verified the identity of the visitors, but he didn't think they would impersonate someone to do business with him. Since they were here, it would be impolite not to entertain them.

...

The headquarters of Longhui Group was a grand building, likely constructed in recent years.

Yang Chen and Tang Yino entered the building one after the other and were led by a receptionist to a meeting room on the twelfth floor of the Longhui Group headquarters.

Chen Youming had already arrived when he received the notification from the receptionist. When he saw Yang Chen and Tang Yino approaching through the glass, he muttered不满地, "What's this… just sending two young people?"

However, when Yang Chen and Tang Yino entered the room, Chen Youming's face broke into a smile, and he greeted them, "Hello, I am Chen Youming, the CEO of Longhui Group…"

"I know who you are, no need for introductions," Yang Chen interrupted Chen Youming's introduction coolly, turning to Tang Yino, "Close the door and wait outside. I have some important matters to discuss with Mr. Chen."

"Yes, Mr. Yang." Tang Yino addressed Yang Chen for the first time with the title "Mr. Yang."

An energy barrier, imperceptible to ordinary people, rose around the room, enclosing the entire meeting room.

Yang Chen didn't waste any words. After seating himself, he said to Chen Youming, "My name is Yang Chen, and I am the son of Yang Xiuyuan, the chairman of Hengyang Group."

"You…" No wonder Yang Chen looked familiar when he first entered! Chen Youming's expression changed slightly but quickly regained composure. He nodded and sighed, "I've heard about what happened to Hengyang Group. I deeply sympathize with your father's situation… Are you now working for Yuanbang Pharmaceutical?"

"Chen Youming, let's not beat around the bush, okay? My time is valuable," Yang Chen cut straight to the point, "My father was taken by the police because of the case involving Huang Yifeng's murder. I want to hear your thoughts on the murder of Huang Yifeng."

"What thoughts could I have? It's all old news from over a decade ago," Chen Youming's expression darkened slightly as he said to Yang Chen, "You're not using Yuanbang Pharmaceutical's name to ask me these questions, are you?"

"You guessed right," Yang Chen admitted straightforwardly.

"What do you mean by this?" Chen Youming said unhappily, "Do you know how busy I am? Your father's imprisonment is his own fault, what does it have to do with me? You have three minutes to leave Longhui Group, or else…"

"Or else what? Call security to throw me out?" A smile crept onto Yang Chen's lips as he sized up Chen Youming, suddenly asking, "You seem quite nervous, don't you?"

"What do I have to be nervous about? I'll say it again…"

"From Huang Yifeng's ancestral home, we found a promissory note you personally wrote to Huang Yifeng," Yang Chen stared intently at Chen Youming, speaking slowly and deliberately, "You should explain to me the origin of this 24 million yuan debt between you and Huang Yifeng."

"What?!" Yang Chen's words were like a bomb, exploding in Chen Youming's ears! His previously calm and composed expression showed a strong emotional fluctuation, and his mental defenses were breached!

Seizing this opportunity, Yang Chen suddenly took out an oil painting from behind him and unfolded it in front of Chen Youming.

The painting depicted none other than the portrait of Huang Yifeng, who had been murdered years ago! At that moment, Yang Chen's thunderous voice echoed in Chen Youming's mind, "Chen Youming, look closely, who killed Huang Yifeng?!"

"It was you!!!" The Huang Yifeng in the painting seemed to come to life, showing a fierce expression and screaming!

"No… It wasn't me!!" This strange phenomenon terrified Chen Youming, his face turning pale as he took several steps back, repeatedly shouting, "You have the wrong person! Go! Get out! Disappear from my sight immediately!!"

"Chen Youming! If you want to keep something secret, you mustn't do it at all! I've already had people investigate this thoroughly! Huang Yifeng was murdered by someone you hired, and you used my father's name to meticulously plan this murder!!"

"It was you!! It was you!! It was you!!" The oil painting in Yang Chen's hand struggled and roared, like a vengeful ghost ready to tear Chen Youming apart! This voice, however, could not be recorded by the hidden camera disguised as a button on Yang Chen's collar, which only Chen Youming and Yang Chen could hear.

Chen Youming felt as if the world was spinning, as if he had been completely stripped bare, with all his secrets exposed to Yang Chen's gaze!

Sensing that Chen Youming was on the verge of breaking but still clenching his teeth, Yang Chen took a bold step forward and said sternly, "Do you think I don't know where the 24 million yuan debt between you and Huang Yifeng came from? Chen Youming, you were smart all your life but foolish in this one moment. Could you really do something like that?!"

These final words were the last straw.

As soon as Yang Chen spoke, Chen Youming's face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed into a chair in the meeting room, as if he had been drained of all energy…

Burying his head between his knees, he sobbed, "I couldn't escape it! I couldn't escape it!! After all these years, I knew it would come!! Yes, I had Huang Yifeng killed! But who let him hold onto my weakness and refuse to let go? He was too greedy, he brought it upon himself!!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen visibly relaxed…

He looked at Chen Youming and asked, "Do you plan to turn yourself in to the Jinzhou police, or should I call the police to arrest you?"

"I…" Chen Youming, sitting in the chair, felt a mix of emotions, as if he had lost his soul, unable to speak, wondering if he had been tricked by Yang Chen?

After a moment, Chen Youming struggled out of his state of fear.

He suddenly stood up and laughed, "Boy… I admire your courage and your audacity! But unfortunately! This is Longhui Group, my territory! Turn myself in? You wish!!"

With that, Chen Youming picked up a phone on the table, glared at Yang Chen with a cold smile, and said after the call was connected, "There's trouble in the meeting room on the twelfth floor. I suspect it's industrial espionage. Send some people up to arrest them!"

Yang Chen looked at Chen Youming's actions with a sense of helplessness and asked, "Do you think you can still save yourself?"

"As long as you two can't leave this building, who will know about this?!" Chen Youming sneered, gritting his teeth, "You don't have solid evidence, or the police would have been here already!"

"You're smart… but also foolish," Yang Chen sighed, "Since I knew this was your territory, would I come unprepared?"

He raised his hand, checked the time on his watch, and smiled at Chen Youming, "By now, a wave of police and reporters should already be at the building's entrance… Don't believe me? Go check the balcony!"

Chen Youming's heart raced, and the phone on the table rang again…

"Mr. Chen, it's bad news. Several police cars and SWAT vehicles just arrived outside… and reporters, yes, with cameras, are following behind! We can't stop them…"

Before he could finish, the phone line was violently cut.

A young man with a robust build, dressed in a SWAT uniform, glared at the security captain…

"Hands on your head, I suspect you of tipping them off!"

With a click, the security captain was handcuffed…

At the same time, outside the Longhui Group headquarters, in a black Porsche Cayenne, Zhang Xiaoman was enjoying an ice cream cone, licking it with relish, and asked Zhang Bingyu, "Sis, is it worth helping him like this…?"

"It depends on how you see it," Zhang Bingyu said coolly, adjusted her sunglasses, and sped off in a cloud of dust!

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