He looked at the tea cup in his hand without turning around, and looked at the scent of tea that was rising, and his lips raised lightly, "Are you feeling frustrated as his protective umbrella?"
Han Xiangyang's back felt cold inexplicably and he smiled, "What is Mr. Jing talking about? I don't understand."
Jingting raised his eyes and looked at him, "No, you understand." His deep eyes were free from sadness and joy.
Han Xiangyang just faced his sight, and time seemed to have stopped for a few seconds.
Han Xiangyang wanted to reply, and was about to speak, but his words were stuck in his throat, as if there was nothing to say.
He drank two sips of tea and swallowed.
Jingting sat opposite him, Qinggui and elegant, with a gentle glance at him, with a little indifference, "Yin Lihua's crime is obvious, and any family persecuted by drugs can sue him."
Han Xiangyang poured himself another cup of tea, and listened, but said nothing.
"Because of your blessing, no one can sue him, so he becomes more and more rampant." Jingting said slowly.
"Mayor Han, do you know how many families he has harmed just for drug trafficking?"
Jingting stared at him deeply and gave a number, "Thirty-five,800 schools."
"..." Han Xiangyang withdrew his gaze guiltily and did not dare to look into his eyes. He drank tea and listened silently.
"I won't talk about tax evasion, how much does he have to pay?"
Jingting leaned gently on the back of the chair, "You know the best of these taxes in your pocket."
Han Xiangyang's thinking was approaching chaos, and he drank tea one by one.
"Yin Lihua has 18 lives on his back, and 15 are related to you." Jingting said frankly, "Do you admit this?"
The middle-aged man's actions of drinking tea were slightly paused, and he pretended to be calm, "Mr. Jing, life is a matter of life. If there is not enough evidence, you should not speculate blindly."
"It's because there is enough evidence." Jingting's voice was cold, "That's why I opened this."
The two of them gathered in their eyes, and Han Xiangyang's face was slightly stiff, and he was hiding in a panic.
The precise numbers 18 and 15 are enough to show that he has the exact evidence.
Han Xiangyang closed his eyes and couldn't help but shivered.
"In recent years, Yin Lihua has handed you hundreds of millions of dollars in funds. In addition, you have embezzled and bribed yourself, corruption in the top leaders in Jiangcheng has become increasingly serious. You have not even let go of the money allocated by the state to poor counties. Do you admit this?"
Han Xiangyang finally couldn't hold back his face. Is he checked so much?
Then what else is he not aware of?
"You have 38 villas and nearly 100 luxury cars in your name." Jingting said simply, "How many of them were given to you by Yin Lihua?"
Han Xiangyang's heart sank and his eyes darkened.
"Mr. Jing, when did you start to doubt me?"
Yes, he admitted it.
Jingting crossed his legs and replied in a deep voice, "In the past two months, I found Yin Lihua so rampant that he almost went to prison several times, but someone could get him out."
"So, I concluded that there was a huge protective umbrella behind him."
Han Xiangyang is a sensible person, "You are determined to eliminate harm for the people and will not let me go?"
"My Jingting can't tolerate sand in my eyes."
Jingting was covered in cold and cold aura, "It's not that Jiamei has little face. If you are my father, if I know what you do, I will hand you over to the law without hesitation."
Han Xiangyang nodded. He was in a very complicated mood, but only asked one question, "Yin Lihua closed the Internet, when are you planning to catch me?"
"Waiting for your daughter to get married." This is the exact answer given by Jingting.
Han Xiangyang faced his eyes, full of gratitude, "Jiamei's marriage is my greatest wish. If I don't watch her get married, I will never have hope to attend her wedding again in my life."
He knew that he was in great sin and could be sentenced to death.
The lightest and the lightest will also be sentenced to life.