I can dream about my own death.

Time flies, and January 16th has arrived.

Chen Wensheng also successfully moved from the thirteenth floor to the fifteenth floor, getting rid of his colleague Cao Bingyi, who was so repulsive to look at.

His workplace was moved up two floors, and his salary also increased by more than 500 yuan, from 3,500 yuan to a little over 4,000 yuan. With various new subsidies, he could earn about 1,000 yuan more per month.

This treatment is much better than before, and Chen Wensheng is quite satisfied.

The HR employee who was changing his work location gave him a detailed introduction to the company's fifteenth floor.

The fifteenth floor has two areas. The area on the left is the GG business department, which deals with various GG merchants.

Traffic equals money, and because 749 Media has a large number of fans, the price for product placement is particularly high.

However, 749 Media has a very high bottom line and will not accept products that are considered "IQ tax" such as diet pills and health products.

The area on the right is the trainee reporter department, which is the reserve force for the future army of reporters of 749 Media.

Most of the full-time reporters at 749 Media have worked in this department.

A colleague from the HR department led him to the entrance of the trainee reporter department, told him that his workstation was number 35, and then left.

Chen Wensheng went inside and found that the intern reporter department was quite deserted with only a few people.

Those who remained at their workstations were all staring intently at their computers or working with their heads down, showing great concentration.

As a newcomer, Chen Wensheng felt embarrassed to bother them, so he quietly walked to his workstation, number 35.

This workstation is exceptionally clean; the desk surface is smooth, bright, and spotless.

Chen Wensheng put his things on his workstation, tidied them up, and then turned on his new computer.

The new computer had a password lock, so he simply entered his employee code and password, logged in, and began browsing information.

Not long after, a female colleague appeared at the table next to him.

Chen Wensheng stopped browsing, turned around, and discovered that she was actually Fang Yun, a colleague he had worked with for a period of time before.

Fang Yun was extremely thin, so thin that she was skin and bones, with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones... she looked sickly.

With her figure and appearance, if she were a bit more voluptuous, she would definitely be a great beauty.

"Hi!" Chen Wensheng greeted him with an awkward laugh.

"Chen Wensheng? Logically speaking, shouldn't Cao Bingyi be the one promoted?" A rare hint of surprise appeared on Fang Yun's usually indifferent face.

"I accidentally made a viral video and overtook others on a curve."

"Cao Bingyi is a very stingy person, so be careful in the future. I'm going out for an interview," Fang Yun reminded him before walking away.

It was too quiet around here, and Chen Wensheng hadn't gotten used to the work environment yet.

He knew that this was the job of an intern reporter; everyone needed to go out for interviews and basically had no time to work indoors all the time.

Therefore, the work atmosphere here is definitely not as good as before.

After slacking off at his workstation for a while, Li Yucheng sent him a message saying he was going to interview Lao Zhou again.

Chen Wensheng was very puzzled. He immediately took out his phone and called Li Yucheng, asking, "Didn't Lao Zhou already admit that he was the mastermind behind the gold case? Why do we still need to interview Lao Zhou?"

"Li Mubo just called me and said that this interview was requested by Lao Zhou. Since such a good opportunity suddenly appeared, I immediately agreed. I'm already downstairs, let's meet at the entrance," Li Yucheng explained immediately.

"I see. See you downstairs then."

Chen Wensheng turned off the computer, packed his things, and went downstairs.

The three drove to the police station and met Li Mubo.

Li Mubo immediately handed the three of them a document, saying, "This is detailed information about Lao Zhou. Take a good look at it before you conduct the interview. This might help him open up and reveal the whereabouts of the gold."

"Okay!" Li Yucheng took the documents.

Before the interview, the three of them spent more than an hour carefully reviewing all the materials.

"Old Zhou is a pitiful man too," Chen Wensheng sighed.

"Alas! How can I put it? No matter what, he cannot commit a crime. Once he commits a crime, he will fall into an endless abyss." Li Yucheng also felt very sorry.

"Hmm! Let's think about what questions to ask in the interview later, and do some preliminary preparation."

The three began discussing what to interview.

After discussing the matter, Li Yucheng told Li Mubo that everything was ready and the interview could begin.

"Come with me." Li Mubo led the three of them to an interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, Lao Zhou's hands and feet were both in heavy shackles.

Chen Wensheng felt a little embarrassed to look at Lao Zhou, after all, Lao Zhou had sold him a lot of fish and meat at very low prices.

However, he became the key figure in uncovering the truth about Lao Zhou's crimes.

His single sentence allowed detective Li Mubo to glean crucial information, leading him to suspect Lao Zhou...

Seeing Chen Wensheng's embarrassment, Lao Zhou smiled and said, "Wensheng, you don't need to be like this. I'm not blaming you. Actually, I already knew I would be exposed, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

This made Chen Wensheng even more embarrassed.

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Wensheng finally spoke, "Old Zhou, are your grudges with Jiang Yanhui true?"

Old Zhou turned to the policeman beside him and asked, "Could I have a cigarette?"

The two policemen looked at Li Mubo, and Li Mubo nodded.

One of the policemen took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it for Old Zhou.

After taking a deep drag, Old Zhou coughed violently several times.

After the cough subsided, Old Zhou continued, "It's true."

"When I was fourteen, my single father died in an accident; he was caught in a machine while working."

"The owner of that small factory refused to admit that it was the factory's fault, saying it was entirely my dad's responsibility, and in the end he only paid a little over 20,000 yuan in compensation."

"My brother, who is nine years older than me, gave up his job in the south and traveled thousands of miles back to our hometown to take on the responsibility of taking care of me."

"With my brother's help, I successfully passed the college entrance exam and received my university admission letter."

"However, things don't always go as planned. The year I went to university, my older brother fell seriously ill and urgently needed surgery."

"So, my brother asked the contractor, Jiang Yanhui, for his wages."

"But Jiang Yanhui kept delaying and eventually ran away."

"My brother died in agony on his hospital bed because he couldn't afford surgery."

"All of this tragedy was caused by Jiang Yanhui."

"If Jiang Yanhui had paid my brother's wages, my brother wouldn't have died, and I should have been able to finish university."

"After my older brother died, I was in a daze for a long time, failed many subjects, and was forced to withdraw from school."

"After dropping out of school, I started doing odd jobs while searching for my enemies."

"Persistence pays off. Through inquiries, I learned that Jiang Yanhui was a contractor who particularly liked to delay paying migrant workers' wages. After comparing the information, I confirmed that he was my enemy."

"So, I settled down in Changfeng City and began plotting my revenge..."