Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 742: Chapter 735: Moldy Grain

After returning home, Sisi shared her suspicions about the foundation with Mr. Yun: "I think most of the money from the foundation has definitely been embezzled by the Jins. The foundation has collected so much money, yet no one knows exactly how it’s used or where it’s spent. And most importantly, this foundation is the perfect tool for money laundering. The Jins have embezzled so much money, they have to launder it to bring it out in the open, right?"

Mr. Yun had never thought about it from this angle. After all, under the guise of charity, who could stoop to making money off others’ misfortune?

Aren’t they afraid of ruining their karma?

But now, he found it highly possible. Jin Guangrong, the old bastard, gets greedier with age, and it’s very likely he would do such conscienceless things.

"I’ll have Chengsi check on the Baihe Foundation immediately," Mr. Yun said seriously.

"I can help with the investigation too, I’m free anyway," Sisi self-recommended.

"Well, you’ve grown a bit of a brain, so go and check, but don’t mess it up!" Mr. Yun’s words were never kind.

Sisi rolled her eyes at him; if you were so smart, why didn’t you suspect the Baihe Foundation first? Isn’t it me, the brainless one, who reminded you?

She turned away angrily, deciding not to cook the stewed beef Mr. Yun likes tonight, but to make his least favorite, minced beef with celery.

However, she still made the stewed beef that night, and in a big pot because guests arrived at the Yun Mansion—Zhang Jie and Huang Xiaoguang, an odd couple.

Huang Xiaoguang, probably upset that his lover was dining with someone else by candlelight, came to Sisi’s for a feast and specifically ordered the stewed beef.

Zhang Jie came because her son, Lei Haiyang, insisted that Aunt Sisi’s cooking was better than his mom’s. He was growing and needed to eat well.

Zhang Jie, who was herself craving, immediately put her meat back in the fridge and brought her son to Sisi’s place to get a good meal.

Lei Haiyang also ordered the big dish, stewed beef.

Thus, Sisi had to carefully stew beef, and since there were many people, she stewed a full ten pounds of beef ribs. The aroma tempted a certain old man and some kids to peek into the kitchen several times.

In the evening, adults sat at one table and kids at another, where the kids had more beef because they might consume it all, especially Lei Haiyang and his fellow teens, who had better appetites than the adults. Like Du Du, who could polish off a roast duck and still eat two bowls of rice in one meal.

Huang Xiaoguang took a deep breath and, without a word, grabbed a bowl of beef soup, slurping it up along with the meat as it was stewed so tenderly by Sisi that it just melted in the mouth.

After downing two bowls of beef soup, Huang Xiaoguang finally let out a contented sigh, "It’s been years since I tasted Sisi’s stewed beef soup. It’s really delicious!"

"If you find it tasty, have more. There’s plenty tonight, a big pot!" Sisi said with a smile.

Mr. Yun and Luo Datou didn’t even speak, busy drinking the soup. As Mr. Yun prepared to have his third bowl, Sisi covered his soup bowl with her hand.

"Grandpa Yun, you’ve already had two bowls. No more for you!"

Mr. Yun couldn’t be bothered to argue with this deadbeat girl and angrily started eating vegetables, making loud crunching noises. The deadbeat girl had set a meat quota for him daily, and after he finished it, he could only eat vegetables.

Humph, he’s not a sheep; why eat so much grass?

Luo Datou couldn’t help but laugh quietly; poor Mr. Yun—he couldn’t even get enough meat daily, whereas Ah Nan understood and never restricted his meat intake. How blissful!

But happiness doesn’t last long!

As Luo Datou went for his fourth bowl of beef soup, a delicate hand reached over and covered his bowl too.

"Uncle, your blood lipid level from the recent check-up was a bit high; you need to cut down on meat," Sisi said.

Mr. Yun felt comforted for the moment, helpfully nudged some veggies towards Luo Datou’s bowl, "Eat up, eat more grass and grow strong, haven’t you seen the strongest animals are grass eaters!"

Luo Datou gave an aggrieved look to his master, reluctantly shifted his gaze from the beef soup, and obediently chewed on vegetables.

They chatted while eating and soon the auction topic came up. Huang Xiaoguang said, "Sisi, do you suspect Wan Yun of embezzling the foundation’s donations?"

"Yeah, the foundation’s operations are so non-transparent. I certainly have suspicions," Sisi replied.

Huang Xiaoguang nodded, "Your suspicion is not baseless. In fact, I’ve also had doubts for a while; Wan Yun is very likely using the foundation for money laundering."

Sisi’s curiosity piqued, Mr. Yun paused his grass-eating, eyes gleaming as he stared at Huang Xiaoguang, urging him to explain quickly.

Huang Xiaoguang hurriedly took a sip of the soup and shared his suspicions.

"This goes back to five years ago when I was shooting landscape scenes in a remote village in Province Y. That village was a project site for the Baihe Foundation, and I lived there for two months, uncovering some information."

"The Baihe Foundation visited that village three times, each time delivering supplies and educational materials, mostly food, clothing, and blankets. Educational materials were very few, shared between two people. As for clothing and blankets, even if a bit old, at least they’re usable. But the food had major issues."

With a hint of anger on his face, Huang Xiaoguang continued as Sisi asked, "What was wrong with the food? Was it expired?"

"Exactly, the food delivered by the foundation comprised decade-old grain, much of it moldy. Even those that weren’t moldy tasted terrible. I once tried the cornbread made with the cornmeal distributed by the foundation at a local’s home—it was more bitter than traditional medicine, absolutely inedible. Yet locals depended on it as a staple."

"It’s outrageous, so much money was donated, and this is how it’s used?" Mianhua was furious. The Kang Family, with their steadfast love for grains, knew well that spoiled food could be lethal!

"Since you knew the foundation had issues, why did you spend US$ 100,000 on that junk necklace today? Got too much money?" Zhang Jie suddenly lashed out.

This time, Huang Xiaoguang didn’t argue, perhaps even he thought he’d lost his mind. But it was a habit, wasn’t it? In such situations, as a man, you can’t lose face, can you?

Sisi also felt Huang Xiaoguang was a little brainless and said irritably, "You don’t know how much food US$ 100,000 could buy? Such a squanderer!"

"Exactly, squanderer!" Zhang Jie echoed, drawing several side glances from Huang Xiaoguang.

Now Mr. Yun had no appetite either. While he never claimed to be saintly, having pocketed quite a bit in the past, he only took unjust money, never from poor commoners. Such money wouldn’t give him peace.

He couldn’t believe Jin Guangrong was so unscrupulous and greedy, committing such heinous acts!

"Chengsi, investigate the Bai Fenhe Foundation thoroughly, especially where all that money is going. Get to the bottom of it," he ordered.

He Chengsi nodded in agreement, also disapproving of the Jins’ conduct. Where the water is too clear, no fish can survive. Among officials, how many are truly spotless? But having principles is essential, unlike the Jins who, like a bunch of filthy rats, gnaw at everything indiscriminately!