Wang Zhuo had put some thought into how to expose Zheng Mingshun's corruption. Exposing a corrupt official could actually be approached from multiple angles, such as gathering evidence of his illegal and corrupt acts, or proving he possessed assets of unknown origin.

Wang Zhuo possessed the Eye of Clairvoyance and easily uncovered Zheng Mingshun's massive wealth, so naturally, he decided to make his move based on that. He acted stealthily, just two days before Old Master Qi's birthday!

Huāyuán Community was a resettlement project situated in the suburbs; as its name implied, it was a development where the builders made a quick profit and left, not even daring to leave their name lest the shoddy construction tarnish their reputation. Naturally, the quality of housing in such a complex was hardly robust, but they were still highly sought after because the price was cheap enough.

One day, the property management office suddenly received a call from a resident reporting a major water leak from the upstairs unit, which had ruined their flooring, electrical appliances, and furniture. They couldn't reach the upstairs owner and had no choice but to call property management for assistance.

Two staff members quickly arrived at the scene to find the downstairs unit already submerged. Two children were joyfully playing with rubber ducks in the flooded living room, while slippers floated on the water's surface.

The commotion had alerted many residents in that section, who were now gathered in the hallway, chatting and observing. In the bitter cold of winter, such a severe leak suggested this family might not have a good New Year.

One male staff member, having slipped into a pair of sandals, walked through the room. He noticed the paint on the ceiling between the kitchen and bathroom had turned blue from soaking and was dripping continuously.

Since that area was where several pipes converged, it was clear the water was coming from above. "The damage must be substantial," the property management staff member commented with a shake of his head.

The male homeowner angrily declared, "Hurry up and contact the upstairs owner! For damage this severe, he'll have to sell his property to compensate me!" The staff member didn't delay, immediately pulling out his walkie-talkie to have the management office track down the upstairs owner's contact information and notify them of the situation.

A short while later, the reply came back: "The contact number provided is disconnected due to non-payment!" "Damn it!" The male homeowner immediately cursed, "What now? Am I supposed to live in a grotto?!" An elderly gentleman watching from the doorway asked puzzledly, "Hasn't the water stopped now?" The male homeowner glared at him and snapped, "That’s because my wife went and turned off the main valve!

Otherwise, my son would already be swimming!" The onlookers stifled their smiles, finding the swimming metaphor inappropriate, yet seeing the flood in the room and the small waterfall in the corridor, they felt considerable sympathy for the family. "What do we do now?" the homeowner asked the property staff.

"If you can't reach the upstairs owner, I'm going to find someone to break down the door!" The two property staff members conferred, and the leader decisively said, "Call the police. Have the police find a locksmith to open the door so our plumber can go in and fix it." An elderly woman standing nearby immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes!

If it's not fixed quickly, how will I cook lunch? My grandson still needs a bath!" Since the main water supply valve was turned off, everyone was without water; they were all collateral damage and victims too!

So, the property staff called for a plumber, and the homeowner called the police. Half an hour later, three separate teams arrived in succession.

After receiving the police officer's authorization slip, the locksmith picked the high-security door in just two minutes. Everyone exchanged glances, unable to believe that a door appearing so robust and secure could be opened in merely two minutes.

Were there any reliable things left in this world? "Alright, two hundred," the locksmith said, adjusting his glasses and holding out his hand toward the male homeowner.

Unexpectedly, the homeowner, who had just agreed to everything, suddenly changed his tune: "Why are you sticking your hand out to me? You go ask the owner of this place!" "Hey?!" The locksmith instantly took offense, grabbing the man's collar, ready to appeal to the police.

The homeowner started throwing a tantrum, the locksmith wouldn't let go, and the police couldn't mediate; the scene quickly became chaotic. "Go in and fix the pipe first!

We're waiting to use the water!" the elderly woman anxious about cooking called out from the side. So, the property staff and the plumber entered the unit first.

The locksmith intended to block the doorway and prevent anyone from entering, but with over twenty residents standing around watching in the hallway, blocking the plumber from making repairs meant standing against the public, and he was immediately pushed aside. The two responding police officers realized that failing to supervise the work of the property staff and plumbers would be dereliction of duty, so they left one officer to mediate and the other entered the apartment.

It was an unoccupied, unfinished shell of an apartment. Construction debris was piled in the center of the living room floor, along with some dusty renovation materials.

Strangely, the floor was dry, as if it had never been touched by water, contrary to what everyone expected. The staff and plumber headed straight for the kitchen and bathroom and were surprised to find no signs of leaking water, eliciting gasps of astonishment.

At this moment, one of the police officers also walked in. Seeing that the homeowner's unit contained nothing valuable likely to be stolen, he relaxed and urged them to proceed with the inspection quickly.

"Inspect what? It’s dry as a hermit’s salt flat," the plumber joked crudely, drawing immediate laughter.

Then, several onlookers peered cautiously from the doorway. Seeing that the unit was just an unfurnished shell, they boldly stepped inside.

The police officer opened his mouth slightly but said nothing. "No leak?" a young woman asked, looking around.

"How is that possible? Didn't you see the place downstairs turned into a water curtain cave!" a loud-voiced man declared.

"Maybe a pipe hidden in the wall burst; you need to check thoroughly!" With many hands, they searched everywhere, but no one paid attention to the stack of cardboard boxes sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Covered in dust, everyone carefully skirted around them when passing by.

The homeowner, who was arguing with the locksmith at the door, hadn't heard any cries of discovery from inside. His eyes darted, and he suddenly shoved the locksmith aside, rushing into the apartment.

The furious locksmith chased after him and found the homeowner in the kitchen, reaching out to grab his collar. Thump!

He kicked the stack of cardboard boxes in the center of the floor, nearly tripping. "Are you alright?" The police officer quickly stepped forward to help.

"That was a porcelain box; kicking that must have hurt your foot all the way up to your heart!" After all, locksmith companies are registered with the Public Security system; without connections, they can't even get registered. If this locksmith suffered an injury, the police officer might even get reprimanded.

"I'm fine!" The locksmith shook his head nonchalantly. The elderly woman was the first to notice the issue: "These boxes don't seem to hold tiles?" The young woman decisively went over and kicked one box, confirming with a nod.

Young men started heckling, "Could it be a body hidden in the boxes?" "Get out of here, stop scaring people," the young woman shot back with an eye-roll. However, this sparked everyone's curiosity.

They began kicking the two sealed boxes that didn't contain tiles. The two officers conferred—fine, they'd open them!

They first opened the heavier one. The top layer was covered with thick newspapers.

The officer about to open it took out white gloves and put them on. A dozen heads crowded around, waiting for him to reveal the secret.

Meanwhile, Director Zheng was still presiding over the year-end summary meeting, talking at length about the Finance Bureau's numerous contributions to society over the past year. His driver, Li Qing, was using the official office phone in the break room to call his mistress, completely unaware that his mobile signal had been jammed, delaying the call from Huāyuán Community property management.

The newspaper was uncovered, and the crowd erupted in an uproar! Inside the box, stacks of crisp, banded pink banknotes were neatly arranged in a three-by-four grid.

The top layer alone held forty-two bundles, totaling 120,000 yuan! "How many layers could this damn thing have?" "Holy crap, could this whole box be filled?" "Oh my God, I've never seen this much money in my life!" "To hell with it, who has this much money just sitting in their kitchen?

Aren't they afraid of being robbed?" "Go to hell, look closely! That must be counterfeit money!

We've stumbled onto a den of counterfeiters!" Even the two police officers were dumbfounded. They hadn't expected a random box to be full of hundred-yuan bills; just by their appearance, this money amounted to several million at least—definitely not a small sum!

A fair, tender hand suddenly reached out and touched the banknotes, startling the two officers. "This is real money, absolutely genuine!" the young woman declared confidently after withdrawing her hand.

"I've been a cashier for ten years; I know the difference between real and fake money just by touch!" The officers finally couldn't hold back. If so much money caused a scramble, the trouble would be immense!

"Step back! Everyone step back!" It was so noisy inside that people outside were pushing to get a better look.

Those closest couldn't even move back, leading to renewed chaos. A thousand meters away, Wang Zhuo, watching through his Clairvoyance, also sweated a little.

He hadn't expected Ding Ren's men to fail to control the situation, and that the community residents were so enthusiastic, creating such a scene. At this moment, the pre-arranged male homeowner had been squeezed into a corner.

Even if he wanted to continue his assigned task, he couldn't exert himself and could only sigh in helplessness! Fortunately, the property management staff, being officials, immediately cooperated with the police to maintain order.

After several minutes, they finally cleared the kitchen area. Soon, several police cars arrived with sirens blaring.

The stampede Wang Zhuo feared thankfully did not occur. The next steps involved clearing out non-essential personnel, collecting evidence at the scene, and escorting the valuables back to the station.

The most dramatic moment came when the other box, filled with gold bars and valuables, had its bottom give way as it was carried to the third floor hallway. Gold bars clattered and bounced everywhere.

Fortunately, the police reacted quickly to cover the spill; otherwise, if the emeralds and cat's eyes and other jewels had fallen out, the negligence would have been a major disaster! News of tens of millions in cash and a full box of gold bars being discovered in Huāyuán Community spread like wildfire!

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