As soon as Jiang Wenrui arrived, the expression on the old secretary Zhang Weimin's face became uneasy.

Just moments ago, his tone and demeanor made it seem as though he had no association with the inspection team. Now, with the group leader of the inspection team personally visiting, who could believe there was nothing suspicious going on?

Thankfully, Zhang Weimin was confident that Ye Chen wouldn't know the low-profile Jiang Wenrui. This helped him regain some composure.

"Old Secretary, who might this be?"

Jiang Wenrui, modest and composed, walked under the grapevine trellis with a faint smile.

A young man who didn't look very old was chatting casually with Zhang Weimin over tea? This intrigued him enough to size up Ye Chen.

"Oh, just a friend of my useless grandson. He just finished trimming some flowers and plants and happened to chat with me for a bit!" Zhang Weimin casually brushed it off.

Then he turned to Ye Chen and said, "Young Ye, let's continue our chat another day. I'll find someone to send you home!"

Saying this, Zhang Weimin began to take out his phone.

Ye Chen quickly replied, "No need, Old Secretary! I'll grab a cab outside. Don't trouble yourself. I'll take my leave and won't interrupt your meeting any longer!"

With that, Ye Chen got up and left.

Little did he know, Jiang Wenrui's eyes narrowed sharply.

Jiang's sensitivity to voices was extraordinary, and the young man chatting with Zhang Weimin gave him a striking sense of familiarity.

The voice sounded nearly 70-80% similar to the person who had called him that night, urging him to retrieve evidence from the greenbelt.

Could this be a coincidence?

Even after watching Ye Chen's figure disappear beyond the courtyard, Jiang Wenrui's gaze lingered.

"What's going on? Do you know him?" Zhang Weimin noticed Jiang Wenrui's odd reaction and frowned.

This didn't make sense. If Jiang Wenrui knew Ye Chen, why wouldn't he greet him? Why would he ask who he was?

Jiang Wenrui shook his head. "I don't know him, but his voice feels very familiar!"

"His voice? How so?" Zhang Weimin was stunned.

Years ago, when he was still a county secretary, the young Jiang Wenrui had worked with him on a crackdown against organized crime as part of a team from higher authorities.

Back then, Jiang Wenrui had left a strong impression—exceptionally talented, a one-in-a-million individual.

Beyond his razor-sharp logic and highly adaptable thinking, Jiang was also someone with an eidetic auditory memory.

While most prodigies have photographic memories, Jiang Wenrui had achieved something even rarer—an eidetic memory for sound.

Once he heard a voice, he could accurately identify it in future encounters.

Zhang Weimin had witnessed this ability firsthand and was deeply impressed.

But now, Jiang claimed Ye Chen's voice sounded familiar, implying they must have interacted before.

The question was, how could Ye Chen have ever crossed paths with Jiang Wenrui?

"Old Secretary, do you remember what I told you earlier about the anonymous person who provided evidence against Maple Leaf Hotel and its associated personnel?" Jiang Wenrui asked.

"Yes? Are you saying he's the one who called you?" Zhang Weimin exclaimed in astonishment, pointing in the direction of the door Ye Chen had just left through. His old face twitched uncontrollably.

"The caller deliberately disguised his voice, so I can't be completely sure. But vocal frequencies are hard to hide, and there's a 70-80% similarity," Jiang Wenrui said seriously.

"Seventy to eighty percent similarity?"

For Jiang Wenrui, a 70-80% match was effectively a 90%-plus certainty.

Zhang Weimin's heart pounded wildly.

If it weren't for Ye Chen short-selling Sihai Group's stock, he might have dismissed Jiang Wenrui's suspicion.

But considering Ye Chen's actions and their earlier conversation, the odds were no longer 90%—they were 100%!

The person who had provided Jiang Wenrui with the evidence was definitely Ye Chen.

But how had he managed it?

That kind of evidence was beyond even the inspection team's reach. How had Ye Chen obtained it so comprehensively and in such detail?

Zhang Weimin's mind spiraled into chaos.

"Old Secretary, are you alright?"

This time, it was Jiang Wenrui who noticed something off about Zhang Weimin.

"It's nothing, I was just a bit distracted," Zhang Weimin deflected. "But I don't think it's very likely to be him. He used to be a gambler at underground casinos. After turning over a new leaf, he helped Jing Shan a couple of times and got to know me through that. He shouldn't have such capabilities!"

For reasons he couldn't fully explain, Zhang Weimin chose to shield Ye Chen.

He knew that if he divulged what he knew, the inspection team would definitely pursue Ye Chen, potentially investigating him thoroughly.

Even though Ye Chen had been a tremendous help to the inspection team, due process would still have to be followed.

For now, Zhang Weimin decided to keep it under wraps, avoiding unnecessary complications.

But deep down, he now harbored a massive question mark about Ye Chen.

This guy wasn't simple—not in the least.

The labels of gambler, drunkard, and wastrel? Nonsense. On the contrary, this was likely a persona he had crafted deliberately.

Or, perhaps, there was a powerful, mysterious figure or organization backing him, and Ye Chen was merely the frontman.

Ye Chen would never have imagined that his offhand remark had not only aroused Jiang Wenrui's suspicion but also sparked Zhang Weimin's extensive speculation.

Still, it couldn't be said that Ye Chen had been careless. After all, he had altered his voice during that phone call and kept the conversation brief. He simply hadn't anticipated Jiang Wenrui's extraordinary auditory memory.

"If it's as you said, Old Secretary, then maybe I really misheard," Jiang Wenrui said with a faint shake of his head.

"Never mind for now. Whoever that mysterious caller was isn't important at the moment. The priority for the inspection team is to root out those corrupt individuals and clean up Jiangzhou completely!"

"Ready to act?" Zhang Weimin instinctively asked, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Yes. Over the past few days, our team has conducted covert investigations and collected evidence against Maple Leaf Hotel, including proof of collusion between Deputy Chief He Jinjun and the perpetrators. We've also obtained evidence of how Sihai Group used Sun Tianqi's forces for money laundering. This 'anti-umbrella, anti-network' operation must not fail!" Jiang Wenrui said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"To avoid alerting the targets, we've assembled police forces from neighboring cities instead of using Jiangzhou's local resources. For this operation to go flawlessly, we need your expertise, Old Secretary. You know the Jiangzhou political scene best—who's trustworthy and who's not. Can you help us devise a foolproof plan?"

"Alright, come with me inside." Zhang Weimin nodded, his expression heavy as he led Jiang Wenrui into the house.

Meanwhile, in a luxury duplex villa in Jiangzhou's affluent district,

Li Mu, the young heir of Sihai Group, yawned as he descended the staircase in his pajamas.

On the European-style sofa in the living room, a middle-aged man leaned back with his eyes closed, rubbing his temples.

"Old Li, what kind of wind blew you home at this hour? Shouldn't you be at work by now?" Li Mu teased lightly, without any regard for decorum.

"I called you over ten times and had the housekeeper knock on your door for half an hour, yet you still wouldn't wake up. How can you sleep so soundly?"

Li Sihai, chairman of Sihai Group, stopped rubbing his temples and turned sharply to scold his son descending the stairs.