C11 (1/2)

After entering the door, the metal rod let out a slight grinding sound, as if something was opening up inside. Fang Yao's hands pulled back and forth rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Very soon, a slight 'kacha' sound rang out. With a twist of the lock, the seemingly sturdy door easily opened. The whole process took only five seconds; even a professional locksmith would not be able to reach such a speed.

Fang Yao entered and quickly locked the door. This was a fire escape, from the first floor all the way to the ninety-ninth floor of the building.

Inside, he was wearing a black rubber sweater. If put in the sunlight, one would find countless crisscrossing lines on the surface of this rubber sweater. These lines were the product of the heat energy technology of the human body.

The weight of this coat was only two kilograms. Not only was it extremely tough, it could not feel the cold even at -25 degrees Celsius. It could not reflect light and was hard to be seen in the dark.

Fang Yao pulled at the back of his neck, and with the black mask on his face, he sprinted towards the top of the building.

This time around, Fang Yao's purpose of sneaking into Yuanhua International Building was to gather data in the Finance Department. On the surface, his brother had committed suicide because he had misappropriated 1.79 million in public funds.

However, according to his understanding of his brother, with his upright character, it was absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing. There had to be a hidden reason behind it, and it was very possible that someone else was framing him, or that his brother had discovered some secret of the company.

In less than ten minutes, he had successfully arrived at the Finance Department, which was located on the 90th floor.

Yuanhua International Group had a lot of businesses, involving port transportation, import and export trade, financial investment and real estate. From top to bottom, there were many departments and branches, and the Finance Department located on the 90th floor was subordinate to the head office.

Fang Yao quickly found the treasurer's office based on the nameplate on the wall.

Once again taking out his small metal rod, he opened the door at a speed faster than the one downstairs. Pushing the door open, he entered the office, causing his heart to throb inexplicably.

This office was not big, only a few square meters was the place where his brother worked before he died. Now that things had changed, Fang Yao sighed and opened the cabinet that held the documents in the corner.

”Port transport, new standard for real estate, import and export of metals, military equipment …”

Fang Yao flipped through the books one by one, many of the categories giving him a feeling of helplessness. However, when he saw the list of military equipment, he subconsciously paused for a moment, ”I didn't expect Yuanhua International to be involved in the arms trade.”

According to the regulations of China, the arms trade can only be operated by state-owned military enterprises. Although Yuanhua International is not directly manufacturing arms, it can process very precise and specific parts.

In addition, the company that operated this business was called ”Yuhua Manufacturing”. It was barely a year old and was completely owned by the largest shareholder, He family. The name of the company's general manager was surprisingly He family's young master, He Tian Yu.

This company was only attached to Yuanhua International, and the group had the priority to cooperate with them. Seeing this, Fang Yao couldn't help but feel suspicious.