Yes, when Lu Xianghe saw the accounts on the A4 paper, he was also panicked in his heart. Because there was a small part of these bills, which was what he asked for for Lao Jia's other financial requirements. The reason why Lao Jia asked for these bills was that Brother Jiu wanted him to summarize the financial statements privately, so Lu Xianghe decided to help.

But why do these account orders appear in Lao Jia’s private bag? And how did Lao Jia get the bills that are extremely confidential like "nine pairs of father-in-law accounts"?

The most important thing is that from a professional financial perspective, these bills are obviously copies of privately sorted out, and all the statistics on the bills are too naked. To put it bluntly, this account does not seem to be used to calculate an integer and then report it to the leader. Because the numbers on the bills are very targeted, it mainly records the black accounts that Jiu Ge personally provided to some leaders in the city, which is very similar to the evidence materials when handling cases by the procuratorate.

Therefore, after seeing these bills, Lu Xianghe was a little confused. He couldn't figure out what Lao Jia was going to do with these information, and he became very nervous in his heart. Because some of the bills were handed over to Lao Jia by him, and once Brother Jiu discovered this, he might not only lose his work, but also would definitely suffer very serious trouble.

"Crazy!"

Lu Xianghe squatted on the ground, looking at the numbers on the bill continuously, and became more and more frightened as he looked, so that sweat from his face slipped onto the pages, and he didn't know it.

About three or four minutes later, Lu Xianghe scanned the report of more than twenty pages from beginning to end, and found a copy of his ID card on the report's page, and a line of small words were written on the back of the copy.

“6.9, dedicated to bank account opening.”

"On the 9th, half a month ago?" Lu Xianghe simply calculated the time and found that the copy of the ID card was used for bank account opening, which was the day when Lao Jia suddenly asked him to help Sister Liu ask for Brother Jiu's private account. Then he took a look at the ID card information on the copy and saw that the person inside was a woman, not old, and his household registration was from Guangxi.

"Gudong!"

Lu Xianghe sat on the ground, reached out to wipe the sweat from his face, and immediately picked up Lao Jia's briefcase with his palm trembling, trying to put the information inside. But at this moment, he was stunned in the same place with a struggle expression.

think!

hesitate!

More than ten seconds passed in a blink of an eye!

"Bang!"

A sudden sound came from outside the door. Lu Xianghe immediately made a clever move, and rolled up the information in his hand very quickly and inserted it into his pants.

"Is there anyone else?" someone shouted at the door.

"What...what happened?" Lu Xianghe stood up and asked.

"What are you doing under the desk?" The young man with the Sanxin Company work sign hanging asked with a smile.

"I... clean up the phone line, maybe I don't have a good contact. Are you in trouble?" Lu Xianghe asked back.

"It's okay, I just saw the lights on in the room, and wanted to come over to see if Jingwen was leaving, and asked her to have dinner together." The young man grinned.

"She's gotten off work long ago!"

"Ah, then forget it, you can be busy!"

"good!"

After saying that, the young man closed the door and left. After Lu Xianghe stood there thinking for a while, he picked up the backpack he carried with him and quickly left the office.

...

About fifteen minutes later.

After Lao Jia walked out of Jiu Ge’s office with a half-sleeved white shirt and looked tired, he strode back to the finance office.

"Crash!"

When Lao Jia walked to the desk and lowered his head to pour himself a glass of boiling water, he saw the financial statement that Lu Xianghe had just sent. Then he took off the stapler, straightened the corners of the statement, and prepared to put it in the briefcase and take it home for processing. But just after he reached out to open the briefcase, the expression on his face instantly frozen.

"Damn?" Old Jia cursed, and his face pale face began to search inside his briefcase.

After more than ten seconds.

"Bang!"

Old Jia pushed open the office door with a panic look, turned his head and glanced at the young people near the work area outside and shouted: "Hey, have you seen someone enter the finance room just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't see it!"

“…!”

After everyone turned around when they heard the sound, they opened their mouths and started talking to Lao Jia.

"What finance room?" At this moment, a young man who had changed into casual clothes walked out of the lounge with a small bag.

"Did you see anyone entering the finance room?" Lao Jia asked immediately.

"Ah, I saw it. Lu Xianghe was here just now, and I even said a few words to him!" The young man nodded with a smile.

"Lu Xianghe, is it just him?!" After hearing this name, Lao Jia's heart skipped a beat, and then asked again in a hurry.

"Ah, it's just him, what's wrong?"

"brush!"

After hearing the affirmative reply, Lao Jia turned around and returned to the finance office. He then took his own things, didn't even turn off the lights, and almost ran out of the company.

...

On the street.

Old Jia got into his worn-out second-hand Santana, and with his mobile phone, he called Lu Xianghe's page: "Yes, just shout, you got the wrong thing, please call back! Call me three times in a hurry, thank you!"

After making the phone call, Lao Jia sat in the car and started smoking, waiting anxiously.

Nearly half an hour passed, and the phone on the seat of the car suddenly rang.

"Hello?!"

"…I am Lu Xianghe!!"

"Xanghe, where are you?! Did you touch me?" Old Jia snatched out the cigarette butts and asked in a very urgent tone.

"What's in your bag?" Lu Xianghe asked in a low voice.

"...What did you see?" Lao Jia asked again, biting his lip.

"Manager Jia, do you want to do this? How could these things appear in your bag?!" Lu Xianghe gritted his teeth and shouted, "Do you know the seriousness of this thing?"

"Xianhe! We are all in finance, you should know better than anyone else! The boss trusts us the most and distrusts us the most! Do you understand?" Lao Jia explained with trembling lips: "You have a low position in Sanxin Company. You can't get in touch with many things, but I'm different. Do you understand? I know too much, so sometimes, I have to protect myself!"

"…!" Lu Xianghe was silent and did not respond at all.

"Can you give me the things back?!" Lao Jia asked bluntly.

Lu Xianghe still didn't reply.

"Sanghe, how did I treat you recently? Is there anyone in the office taking care of you more than me? You really can't take these things. If you take them, I'm going to bother you, you're even more trouble yourself, do you understand?" Lao Jia continued to persuade.

"I know it's trouble! I'm afraid it's trouble too, but why do you use me to help you get these bills? If Brother Jiu checked it, can I explain it clearly? He would think I did with you!" Lu Xianghe responded with his lip biting, "You don't know the situation at home. I need this job more than anyone else! You can protect yourself, but why should I bring me with you?"

"Sanghe, believe me, I absolutely have no intention of using you..." Old Jia was anxious and tried his best to defend himself.

At the same time, Lu Xianghe was standing in a public telephone booth not far from his house. While listening to Lao Jia’s defense, he suddenly saw a young man in his sloppy dress walking towards the community drunkenly through the glass.

"I will talk to you about your affairs, let's not talk about it for now..." When Lu Xianghe saw the young man, he immediately frowned and hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey?!" Lao Jia called out a few words with his cell phone and immediately called back the magnetic card public phone, but he called it three or four times but failed to get through.

...

The other end.

Lu Xianghe walked out of the public telephone booth, took a step and caught up with the sloppy young man, clenched his fists and shouted: "Why are you here again?"
Chapter completed!