On the Account Statement, which was still wet from the bank stamp it clearly said 1,500 yuan instead of 1.5 million yuan! He, thus, answered loudly, “No! It’s not 1.5 million yuan! It’s surely 1,500 yuan instead! I can swear on behalf of the credit man, it was received just now, and the remitter is Yu Weijun! “Regarding bank matters, do you believe me or someone else?” asked Dingming. “Of course I believe you. But it was clear that the 1.5 million yuan was just now transferred by my buyer. How could it become 1,500 yuan? You aren’t good at primary school math. If I’m wrong, I’ll get down on my knee before you!” shouted Dongcheng. “In case I’ve erred, I will kneel down before you!” said Dingming in the same tone as Dongcheng. Dingming’s colleagues were staring at him in shock. After he calmed down, Dongcheng’s anger turned to doubt, which turned to dizziness. He said again and again, “1,500 yuan?” Dongcheng knew that Dingming was careful with his work. He believed that Dingming read the depost slip correctly. But how could it be so? He was lost in thought. Finally, he understood! He turned his head but Weijun and his partner had already disappeared, but the crates of tea and things were still on the side of the road. Dongcheng’s wife asked, “Where is Boss Weijun! Why didn’t he take the goods?” Dongcheng put down his cell phone on a table with a bang! He was going to trace Weijun, but it was too late. He was fortunate that the cartons that had been moved to the side of the road were still there. Sweat poured from Dongcheng. “They almost succeed in swindling me!” “Swindling?” his wife asked. She still didn’t understand. Dengcheng didn’t have time to explain. He ordered, “Don’t move any goods in my absence!” He went directly to the bank, crossing busy Changye Road 1, not even looking at the traffic or hearing the horns and screeches. At the bank, the bank director, the vice bank director, Dingming, Hairong, an economic police officer and Dongcheng all checked the surveillance video. | 