Money Laundering

Walking around the campus, looking at the familiar grass and trees, Chen Fan could not help but sigh and shake his head. Chen Fan led Yun Meng through a road of bluestones, pine trees, and green bamboo bushes to the Octagonal Building.

Knock Knock...

Chen Fan tapped on the door of the principal's office.

"The door is unlocked. Come in!" As the banging on the door continued, a loud voice came from the room, issuing an invitation for Chen Fan to enter. Pushing open the door, Chen Fan stepped into the room.

"You are?" The voice of inquiry came from behind a pile of documents on the table, where a man in his forties with a square face was peering out at him.

"Principal Huang, my name is Chen Fan," Chen Fan waved at Yun Meng, who stood outside the door. "It's Uncle Zhang, the one who asked me to come to you…"