There were few officials who had been officials during the Revival Society. It is said that when they accepted the treasury of various government agencies in the year of the great righteousness, many people who were smart in the Revival Society took the opportunity to make money. Of course, after hiding the matter for a few years, some of them were found, but corruption was a kind of evil disease, and it was impossible to cure it by self-examination. Later, Yang Jingcheng, who did not believe in evil, wanted to investigate it to the end. As a result, not only did the army rebellion, but he almost lost his life. For Guan'er, who had no objection to the emperor, who would delay his wealth and sent himself to the prison shooting range, they would have to fight to the death.

From then on, Yang Jingcheng changed his mind. He understood that the Farmers could not deal with corrupt officials, so he had to reappear the gentry who had deprived the land. At the same time, he cleared the accounts and pardoned the officials who had a lot of corrupt accounts, and drew the boundary to this end. In addition to this, the members of the Revival Association who were not corrupt were distributed on a large scale, to eliminate their dissatisfaction, and to allow them to give power to gentry in various places, and to hand over the county and state to local gentry.

After this change, the atmosphere of the officialdom has become a new one. The yamen, which has always been filthy and dirty, dare not do whatever they want as they used to do, and officials are no longer officials, but just officials. Seriously speaking, this has been greatly improved compared with previous dynasties (the word "progress" was once a ban on Chinese language. During Yang Jingcheng's administration, he was listed as an illegal keyword by the Ministry of Rites' Propaganda Department, which borrowed the word improvement from quality management by literati). However, this improvement in releasing military power with the glass of wine was a ban on the nobles' group, and the revival would be like issuing stocks for stocks.

The former uses the country's land, and the ban is equivalent to turning public into private, while the latter issues the shares of state-owned companies, and the distribution is to embezzle national wealth. Both of them are despised by Zhu Jiahua. Zhang Kun, who was sitting in front of him, no matter what achievements he had in the past, was just a thief who could share the stolen goods and knocked out the State Bank from the control of the government, and he also occupied tens of millions of shares in the State Bank. Zhu Jiahua had no respect and sympathy for this role. When Zhang Kun said he was going to fight the government, he opened the file he had been pressing, and then threw all the documents and confessions in front of Zhang Kun:

"It's not necessary to get out. Since General Zhang is so anxious, then we can do it all. Cough... In the 18th year of Shenwu, that is, on the third day of April last year, the New York stock market plummeted, and the industrial index fell sharply from the highest 386 points to 131 points. Stimulated by this, the Shanghai stock market also fell. On April 4, the stock index fell from 194:3 days to 129 points. At this time, the State Bank was originally strongly supporting the market because of the central bank's effects, but in fact, your bank did the opposite and announced that the commercial banks would increase the reserve ratio by 3%..." As Zhang Kun expected, a large number of financial terms were spit out from Zhu Jiahua, and then he said: "Mr. Zhang, please explain why this is?"

"I have nothing to say!" Zhang Kun didn't expect that it was the stock market crash last year. He tried his best not to let his eyes blink. But he couldn't do it.

"As soon as the State Bank announced the increase in the reserve ratio, the stock market fell sharply again, from 139 points to 64 points. Billions of wealth disappeared. At this time, a large amount of funds suddenly entered the market. Its large amount of industrial stocks were acquired, and it took a lot of money and spit out large amounts, causing the market to fluctuate and fall sharply again. So the stock market fell sharply again, and finally fell to 32 points..."

"I have nothing to say!" Zhu Jiahua described in detail the Shanghai stock market crash last year, but Zhang Kun was still calm. He repeated like wood, "I have nothing to say."

"After the stock market fell to its lowest point, stocks that were not necessarily available for purchase of 3 billion yuan were secretly bought by more than 400 accounts within three months. The transaction amount was only more than 500 million yuan. What is puzzling is that the funds in these trading accounts all come from several unknown small banks in Europe. What they hold is actually Huayuan. May I ask Mr. Zhang, why do these banks hold huge Huayuan?"

"I have nothing to tell you!" Zhang Kun thought that the harvest plan he designed was retelled on such an occasion. It was strange that he actually felt a little proud.

"Who is Andy Lau? Who is Jacky Cheung? Who is Zhou Xingxing?" Zhu Jiahua specially found the document about bank accounts and exchange accounts in the file. It was covered with unknown names, especially "Zhou Xingxing". You can tell at a glance that it was a pseudonym. "And who is Tom Cruise? Who is Arnold Schwarzenegger? Who is Sophie Marceau?"

"I have nothing to say!" Zhang Kun repeated again. However, this time he added, "Unless I see a lawyer, I can only say nothing to say!"

"See the lawyer?" Zhu Jiahua smiled and said, "Haha. Does General Zhang think this is the patrol police station? This is the National Security Bureau! You designed to suppress the stock market and private banks to make profits. The Shanghai stock market crash is just one of them, and Huzhou Silk Bank is the second. We have extremely sufficient evidence for these two things!" After he said that, he saw Zhang Kun lit a cigarette again and said, "Tell you, no one knows you are here, and no one can save you, including the one in the Northeast."

Zhu Jiahua gave the final warning after laughing, in order to put pressure on Zhang Kun. While Zhang Kun frowned deeply and kept vomiting smoke, the iron chair suddenly made a creaking sound that made people teeth sore, and Zhu Jiahua and Zhang Qun got up and went out.

"The bureau office, why didn't you continue to ask? This guy was obviously a little nervous just now." Zhang Qun said in confusion after waiting for the big iron door to close.

"What's the use of asking? Can this guy get into this position? Do you really think he's just messing around?" Zhu Jiahua gave Zhang Qun a cigarette and lit one himself, "He won't speak until he thinks someone outside will take him out."

"But..." Zhang Qun also knew that Zhang Kun's background was extremely deep. Today is Thirteenth, and tomorrow and the next two days are holidays. He will not let anyone go to Thirteenth, and there will be a big fuss outside.

"Don't." Zhu Jiahua also knew that it was difficult to pry out something from Zhang Kun's mouth, but he still hoped that the superior could support him, and this time the interrogation of this cabinet was also acquiesced. He frowned and said, "I'll report the situation to the capital immediately. You should keep a good eye on it. Remember that people should be hungry, and never let him sleep!"

"I understand, the bureau." Zhang Qun agreed immediately and asked again, "Do you want to fill the water first? We have prepared a box of towels!"

"Not for the time being!" The Chinese judiciary is strict, and there are clouds of lawsuits, but there must be a shield. Sometimes the torture method that cannot be discovered later is developed quickly. Filling water is one of them, not sleeping is the second, and there are electric and hot sentences... "Temporarily, the old questioning is old. It will start half an hour later, and you three groups will take turns. Never let him rest until you ask for something."

It was already late at night in the eight major hutongs in Beijing. Although the alleys were no longer noisy, you could still hear songs not far away in the quiet night. In the alleys in Shaanxi, Chen Jingdi, a representative of the Greater China Academy of Sciences and Director of Zhejiang Industrial Bank, sat upright with a cup of tea. He did this. Tao Baolin beside him was also the representative of the Academy of Sciences and the editor-in-chief of Oriental Magazine, the number one domestic magazine run by Shanghai Commercial Press, reading the newspaper happily. What was more enjoyable than Tao Baolin was Luo Jie, a representative of Hunan Province who was teasing prostitutes in a corner and Xu Xinliu, the representative of Zhejiang Province. One of them was holding a Japanese prostitute and the other was holding a foreign prostitute, and they did not take the matter seriously at all.

"Oh, Zhenfei, when is it time? You still..." Seeing that the two of them were having fun with their daughters, they ignored the current crisis and were quite taboo about the battle formation in the court. He really regretted slapped his thighs with these southerners.

"What else?" Xu Xinliu didn't care. He and Roger waved their hands to send the prostitute away, and then said, "We are the representatives of the Scripture Academy. Even Song Dunchu has to be polite when he sees us! China is a country ruled by law. We have not stolen or rebelled. Who dares to do anything to us? Besides, last year's stock market crash, Zhongxing's bank suffered heavy losses. At that time, who would not lose much? Yang Jingcheng said it nicely back then, compensation and compensation, but now it's better. In the end, all stock market crashes were compensated to his home..."

The four major banks in Zhejiang, Ningbo, Industrial, Industrial, Huzhou, and Xu Xinliu, are the general offices of Industrial Bank. During the stock market crash last year, he not only suffered heavy losses, but Industrial Bank almost went bankrupt like Huzhou Silk Bank. Just like everyone at that time. He was stunned for more than half a year before he found out that the stock market crash was actually a natural disaster plus*.

"Zhang Xingjian is really going to do it." Xiangdi representative Roger also spoke very seriously, but the Japanese women's lips on his face had not been wiped clean, so he looked very funny. "Someone in the cabinet said that Britain, the United States, Japan, France and other countries don't like him now. If they really want to do something, Yang Jingcheng can't save him. To be honest, the revival of the matter last year was really inauthentic. I talked about compensation here, but in less than three years, I took the money back in just one transfer. No, it was not all of them. I just gave it a 20% discount and left some for us."

"The stock market is risky, so you must be cautious when entering the market." Su Ji's representative said, "But it is not good to take advantage of the stock market crash, and it is not good to seize people's wealth. Zhang Xingjian holds the water to extinguish fire and saves life trees. If he doesn't save it, he will take the blame and help the evil. As long as there is something in Hangzhou, I will appeal to the inspector and Dali Temple in person!"

"Well said it!" Among the participants, except for the cautious Chen Jingdi, the others were full of echoing the actual victims. They hated Zhang Kun to the extreme, as if the stock market crash was caused by him.

Several people were about to have a good time, and the door knocked and pushed. Zhang Wantian, who went out, rushed in with a telegram. He said, "Zhang Xingjian has been taken to Hangzhou, and Liu Xian is taking people to retrial."

"Okay!" Chen Jingdi, who was sitting upright, suddenly stood up and said, "According to the law, detaining it for up to 72 hours, it depends on Liu Xian's ability."

"Don't you have to wait for the post-genius to notify the outside world? Why is this only seventy-two hours?" Roger was not a law student, so he asked.

"The day after tomorrow, the outside world is to let the people of the Revival Association not interfere within the next two days, but the 72 hours of An Law should be counted from Zhang Xingjian taking him away from Shanghai. By 7 p.m. on the 16th, if you haven't asked about some substantial things and can't get the arrest warrant stamped by the censor of the Zhejiang Inspectorate, you will have to release people in Hangzhou, and Liu Xian's future will be over." Chen Jingdi said that he graduated from Japan's Law and Political University and has a very good understanding of legal procedures.

"I'm responsible for Liu Xian's affairs!" Xu Xin Liu said, "In the stock market crash last year, Zhejiang people suffered the most losses. He was asking for the people. Not to mention anything else, just because he dared to arrest Zhang Xingjian, he would be able to enter the Zhejiang Provincial Academy of Surveillance in the future!" After he said that, he remembered that Zhang Kun was also a Zhejiang native, and immediately cursed: "Zhang Xingjian, who ignored his hometown and ate things outside!"

"Dongsun, where did your telegram come from? Telecommunications Bureau?" Chen Jingdi didn't hear Xu Xinliu's words. He looked at Zhang Wantian holding the telegram and asked about the Director of the Security Bureau who was from this Prime Minister Song Dunchu, but it was not guaranteed that there were people from the Revival Society. Although this arrest of Zhang Kun was not illegal, it was known by the outside world that the representative of the Investigation Bureau and the Hangzhou Security Bureau were connected to the air, which was not a good thing.

"It's not the Telecommunications Bureau, but Ren Gong helped to talk about Xiang. It was sent from the Japanese Consulate in Hangzhou, and it was absolutely foolproof!" Zhang Wantian said, "Ren Gong also said that instead of waiting a few days later, all walks of life learned that Zhang Xingjian was arrested by the Hangzhou National Security Bureau and that telephones and telegrams from all over the place called Liu Xian to put pressure on it, it would be better to announce the matter first. It's still early, and major newspapers are still typing, and even if there are not many printings, we can still gain the upper hand in public opinion."

"Mr. Ren said that he would let these things be reported tomorrow?" Tao Baolin asked and nodded again. He looked at the people and said, "This is indeed a solution, but the person who sent the message was the Hangzhou National Security Bureau. How can this be said perfectly?"

"Just say... aren't some accounts on the exchange with foreigners' names? Just say that Zhang Xingjian is suspected of colluding with **********, robbing the Chinese people through stock market crash, undermining national security, and treason!" Zhang Wantian deserves to have a special liking for treason, and has firmly put his hat on Zhang Kun twenty-one years later in history.

"Sell newspapers and newspapers! News! Zhang Xingjian, the General Office of the Bank of China, was suspected of colluding with **********, looting the Chinese people through the stock market crash and undermining national security. He has been arrested by the National Security Bureau..." The young voice of the newspaper boy echoed in the morning light in Shanghai. Although it is not a heavy industrial city, the tram buses started operating since 5 o'clock. It was said that the General Office of the Bank of China, was arrested by the National Security Bureau. Whether it is a bus or a private car, everyone immediately asked for a newspaper for the news to see the details.
Chapter completed!