I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

Grandpa Gu's shout stunned the loudest people in the East District.

Old Li has stopped scolding his grandson.

Boss Wei no longer flaunts his paper TV.

Even Principal Chen, unusually, did not immediately correct the wording.

Lin Ye sat in the security booth, his pen resting on his notebook.

He originally thought the Gu family was just a typical drama of wealthy families fighting over inheritance.

Now it seems there's a lot more to this than meets the eye.

Grandpa Gu's way of scolding people was completely different from that of ordinary old people.

When someone dies and curses their descendants, it often carries a hint of disappointment or frustration.

He's different; he just curses.

"That beast Gu Mingyuan!"

Old Master Gu's voice rang out again, trembling with anger.

"When did I give him the shares? I've been wary of him for over a decade. How could I hand over the Gu family to him on my deathbed? That good-for-nothing doesn't even deserve it!"

Boss Wei asked in a low voice, "Is this new here?"

Old Zhou said slowly, "He's not new, you've forgotten? The one who just came in a while ago, he had quite the entourage back then."

Principal Chen finally spoke.

"Based on the current content, it should involve disputes over the validity of the will and the distribution of the estate."

Boss Wei said, "Old Chen, could you please stop making it sound so elegant about robbing someone's inheritance?"

Old Li also snorted.

"Exactly. Robbery is robbery; even the dead understand that."

Grandpa Gu completely ignored them.

He seemed to have been holding it in for a long time, and finally found a place to vent.

"Wantang is the heir I chose. I left all those shares in the Gu family and Gu's Cultural Tourism to her long ago. That beast Gu Mingyuan actually produced a fake will and pretended to be a filial son in front of my grave."

Lin Ye's pen began to move.

He wasn't as excited as before.

This time, he wrote very slowly, but his palms gradually became sweaty.

Previously, he kept records of stamp albums, snuff bottles, and jade bracelets.

No matter how expensive those things are, they're still just things.

Find it, buy it, authenticate it, and sell it.

The worst outcome would be that the coffee shop owner would come knocking on his door and scold him for being unethical.

But this time is different.

This is a legacy from a wealthy family.

There are shareholders, corporations, lawyers, and a group of people who could easily destroy him.

If he gets involved, it won't be like taking advantage of a bargain; it'll be like an old man hanging himself, tired of living.

So he kept a record of things sporadically, just watching the show as an observer.

Old Master Gu continued his rant: "I knew Gu Mingyuan was a wicked man when I was alive. He puts on a respectable front, but behind the scenes he does all sorts of dirty and despicable things. Does he think I'm senile? I just didn't want to openly confront Wan Tang."

Grandma Zhao sighed.

"The girl stood in front of the grave today, her face very pale, but she didn't say a single soft word."

Grandpa Gu remained silent for a moment.

When she spoke again, her anger was tinged with a hint of concern.

"That child has been like this since she was little. She never cries when she's in pain, and she never complains when she's wronged. Those bastards in the Gu family just bully her because she doesn't have parents to back her up."

Lin Ye paused for a moment.

He thought to himself, "Old Master Gu is truly a man of strong emotions; when he gets angry, he even scolds himself."

Boss Wei clicked his tongue.

"These living people are really pathetic. Their own father just passed away, and they're already arguing about their inheritance in front of his grave."

Old Zhou said coldly, "Watching living people fight over inheritance is much more interesting than listening to dead people argue."

Principal Chen earnestly corrected: "Strictly speaking, disputes over the validity of a will and disputes over the distribution of an estate are not entirely equivalent."

Boss Wei said irritably, "Listen to what you're saying. Does this sound like something a dead person would say?"

Old Li chimed in.

"It's a real shame you didn't go to court before you died, Old Chen."

Principal Chen spoke calmly.

"The language must be accurate."

Boss Wei sighed.

"Okay, you're right, we're just like that."

Lin Ye almost laughed.

He lowered his head to drink water, suppressing his laughter.

After cursing for a while, Old Master Gu's voice suddenly turned somber.

"A real will doesn't consider the family at all."

Lin Ye paused, his hand holding the pen still, thinking, "What a cunning old fox! He had foresight."

Old Master Gu calmed down, but he seemed quite angry.

"I kept an old pocket watch."

The East District quieted down for a moment.

Boss Wei immediately perked up.

"A pocket watch? With gold hidden inside?"

Old Zhou said, "Why do you always think about money first?"

Boss Wei was perfectly justified.

"This is what I did when I was alive; it's a professional habit."

Grandpa Gu ignored them.

"That pocket watch was broken once when Wan Tang was little, and she cried for a long time while holding it. Later, I had someone repair it and engraved her birthday on the inside of the watch cover."

Lin Ye wrote down the keywords: old pocket watch, birthday engraving, and Gu Wantang's childhood accident.

Grandpa Gu continued, "Gu Mingyuan knows I have a pocket watch, but he doesn't know where it is, let alone what's hidden inside."

Old Li asked, "Is there a real will hidden inside?"

Old Master Gu snorted coldly.

"I'm not some fool in a play. How could the real stuff all be stuffed into one watch? That watch contains clues."

Boss Wei was delighted.

"That old man was something else, still playing riddles even after he's dead."

Principal Chen nodded.

"Separating complete documents from key clues is indeed safer."

Boss Wei said, "You praise people like you're writing a report."

Grandpa Gu said, "I'll give the pocket watch to Old Chen."

Principal Chen paused.

"I?"

Old Master Gu said irritably, "It's not you. It's Uncle Chen from Nanxi, Chen Guoxing. He used to be the Gu family's old butler."

The East District fell silent for a moment.

Boss Wei couldn't stop laughing.

"Old Chen, this is the first time I've seen someone get called out by a dead man and still act all sentimental."

Principal Chen spoke calmly.

"I was just making a reasonable association based on the title."

Lin Ye had no time to laugh.

He quickly wrote down Nanxi, Chen Guoxing, the old housekeeper of the Gu family, and the old pocket watch in Uncle Chen's hands.

Old Master Gu lowered his voice.

"I told Lao Chen to give the watch to Wan Tang after her 25th birthday. But I didn't expect Gu Mingyuan to act so quickly. I had just left when he dared to use a fake will to intimidate me."

Lin Ye stared at the few lines of text on the notebook, his heart gradually racing.

Old pocket watch.

Birthday engraving.

Uncle Chen from Nanxi.

The Gu family's old housekeeper.

If Gu Wantang finds that pocket watch, she can prove that there is something wrong with the will in Gu Mingyuan's possession.

But that's where the problem lies.

This is neither a jade bracelet nor a landscape painting.

He couldn't go up to Gu Wantang and say, "Miss Gu, your grandfather cursed all night in the grave. After listening to him, I felt that your uncle was not a good person."

When these words were spoken, Gu Wantang's first reaction was definitely not one of being moved.

It's an alarm call.

Lin Ye gripped the pen tightly, then loosened it.

He now has two choices.

One option is to pretend not to know.

Anyway, the Gu family's dispute over the inheritance has absolutely nothing to do with him, a mere cemetery security guard.

Another thing is to find a way to remind Gu Wantang that she might give him a large sum of money after she gets the will.

But this is tantamount to playing with fire.

Lin Ye glanced down at the anti-floating bottle.

The anti-floating bottle stood quietly in the corner.

The colorful bottles seemed to be reminding him to calm down.

The last time you lost your temper, you spent 18,000 yuan to buy a customer service phone number.

In the East District, Old Master Gu was still cursing.

"Gu Mingyuan thinks that if I die, he can take control of the Gu family? He's dreaming."

Boss Wei said, "This guy doesn't sound very promising."

Old Zhou sneered.

"How far can someone go in using a fake will to pressure their niece right after their elderly relative passes away?"

Grandma Zhao said softly, "That girl is pitiful. She lost her family and is now being surrounded and pressured by a group of living people."

Old Li immediately cursed, "That's how the living are. They stand in front of the graves and say all sorts of nice things, but when it comes to dividing the spoils, they're faster than anyone else at it."

Principal Chen said, "In inheritance disputes, family ties are often put behind interests."

Boss Wei rolled his eyes involuntarily.

"Old Chen, you're such a good summarizer, why don't you go give lectures in the underworld?"

Principal Chen said, "If needed, I can prepare."

The East District was quiet for a second.

Then everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Ye smiled as well.

After laughing, he looked down at the few lines of text again.

The image of Gu Wantang standing in front of the grave during the day, saying "I want to see the original will," resurfaced in his mind.

To be honest, he admired the girl. She didn't cry or make a scene. Although she was all alone, she was very strong.

Old Master Gu suddenly spoke again.

This time, his voice wasn't as loud as before.

Instead, it was suppressed very low.

"There's another number."

Lin Ye paused, his pen poised.

Boss Wei asked, "What number?"

Grandpa Gu remained silent for a long time.

Lin Ye thought he would never say it again.

A breeze slipped in through the crack in the window, causing the pages of paper on the table to flutter slightly.

After a while, Grandpa Gu said, slowly and deliberately, "A17."

Lin Ye wrote down these three characters.

A17.

Boss Wei asked, "A17? Cemetery number?"

Old Li immediately said, "We don't have an A17 in the East District, do we?"

Principal Chen thought for a moment.

"It could be a room number, storage location, document number, or some kind of asset identifier."

Old Zhou said slowly, "It could also be a trap."

Grandpa Gu's voice grew even deeper.

"We can't let that A17 fall into Gu Mingyuan's hands."

The East District suddenly became quiet.

No one made any more jokes.

Even Boss Wei didn't respond.

Lin Ye held the pen, but didn't move.

He looked down at "A17" on the notebook.

Gu Mingyuan.

A fake will.

Old pocket watch.

Uncle Chen from Nanxi.

A17.

These words strung together no longer resemble a path to wealth, but rather a giant pit of fire.

It's not something a nobody like him can get close to.

At three o'clock in the morning, the East District gradually quieted down.

Grandpa Gu did not speak again.

Lin Ye, however, was not sleepy at all.

He stared at that page for a long time.

Finally, he took out his phone and opened the contact number that Gu Wantang had left when she registered during the day.

According to regulations, family registration information cannot be used for private purposes.

Uncle Zhao will definitely scold him when he finds out.

If Lu Zhixia finds out, she'll probably ask him what he's planning to do now.

If Ning Zhi finds out, she'll probably write an article on the spot titled "The Cemetery Security Guard and the Rich Heiress's Late-Night Story".

Lin Ye stared at the string of numbers, his finger hovering over the screen.

To send or not to send?

This is not the coffee shop owner.

Not the fat boss from the secondhand market.

It's not a pawn shop.

This is the Gu family of a wealthy family.

Lin Ye hesitated for a full ten minutes.

Finally, he placed his phone face down on the table.

I've decided to go to sleep first; even if it's like taking chestnuts out of the fire, this isn't the way to do it.

As dawn approached, the eastern district returned to quiet.

Daylight is almost here.

It was the living people's turn to take the stage and perform.

Lin Ye lay face down on the table, closed his eyes, and had only one thought in his mind.

How can I tell Gu Wantang about this?

Of course, his reason for doing this was definitely not because Gu Wantang was young, beautiful, and rich.

It's purely for appreciation, on a spiritual level.

But then again, it wouldn't be unreasonable for the heiress to reward him with a million or two if he helps her get her inheritance back.