Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Captain Fang sat in the interrogation room, a notebook spread out on the table in front of him, and a pen cap open next to the notebook.

Sitting opposite him was Hao Yuzhu, a robust man in his early forties, wearing a dark blue jacket and with his hair neatly combed.

But there was a hint of undisguised nervousness in his eyes, and his hands were on his knees, his fingers rubbing together incessantly.

The door opened, and a police officer led Kong Zhiqiang in.

Kong Zhiqiang was thinner than Hao Yuzhu. He wore black-rimmed glasses and a gray windbreaker, and looked very refined, but his complexion was not good, and his lips were a little pale.

He was seated next to Hao Yuzhu. The two looked at each other but didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, Liu Changhe also arrived.

He was short, with a round face and a bald head. He wore a black leather jacket and did not wear the gold chain he always wore around his neck.

He strode in with large steps, but once he sat down, he remained still, his hands crossed on the table, his eyes fixed on the surface.

All three of them were present.

Captain Fang pushed his notebook forward, cleared his throat, and scanned the three people's faces one by one. His voice was not loud but very steady:

"We invited the three of you here today because we need your cooperation in an investigation. Don't be nervous, just tell the truth."

Hao Yuzhu nodded, Kong Zhiqiang adjusted his glasses, and Liu Changhe hummed in agreement.

Captain Fang opened his notebook, picked up his pen, and spoke in a steady voice as if he were reading a routine interrogation outline:

Did Zhou Haibing contact you yesterday?

The three people nodded almost simultaneously.

Hao Yuzhu spoke first, his voice slightly strained:

"I did look for him. He came to my warehouse to pick up the goods yesterday evening."

Captain Fang tapped his pen on the paper: "What did he want with you?"

Hao Yuzhu rubbed his hands on his knees, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"He ordered a batch of agricultural supplies from me yesterday during the day. He came to pick them up yesterday evening."

"Agricultural supplies?" Captain Fang paused, looking up at Hao Yuzhu. "What agricultural supplies?"

"Seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, agricultural machinery, and irrigation equipment," Hao Yuzhu counted on his fingers, his voice gradually becoming calmer.

"The seeds include corn, wheat, rice, soybeans, and various vegetable seeds. The fertilizers include compound fertilizer, urea, phosphate fertilizer, and potash fertilizer."

The agricultural machinery includes hand tractors, mini tillers, seeders, harvesters, and several imported integrated water and fertilizer systems.

The door to the large conference room was half open, and rustling sounds could be heard from next door.

Sun Guiying stood up from the chair, her bare foot stepping on the cold floor tiles, which made her shiver, but she didn't care.

Her face was filled with disbelief, and her swollen lips moved a few times, emitting a short, choked sound.

Wang Jinshan's brows were furrowed into a tight knot. Zhao Shuzhen's tears were still on her face, but at this moment her expression changed from sadness to confusion. Her mouth was open and her eyes were motionless, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Zhou Dongsheng, covered in injuries, leaned back in his chair. Upon hearing this, he suddenly leaned forward, aggravating the wound on his back and causing him to wince in pain, but his attention was completely elsewhere.

Zhang Lijuan sat next to him, her hands clutching the hem of the borrowed coat, her knuckles turning white.

Sun Guiwu stood up from the chair, then sat down again, and then stood up again.

Ma Hongxia grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the chair.

Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo sat in the corner, their faces still bearing the marks of their fingers, the swollen cheeks still clearly visible from the injuries they had sustained.

But at this moment, the expression on their faces had changed from despair to something deeper, something they themselves couldn't quite explain.

Zhou Hailong sat in a chair, his hands resting on his knees, his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly, whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

Zhang Wenbin was curled up in his wheelchair, his lower body covered by the blood-stained towel. Upon hearing this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, tears still wet on his cheeks.

An Baojun leaned back in his wheelchair, his two broken legs motionless in the splints. His lips were trembling, but he made no sound.

Li Zhigang and Xia Guilan sat in the corner, their swollen faces particularly glaring under the light. Xia Guilan's eyes reddened again, and Li Zhigang's face twitched before returning to its ashen color.

"Two hundred and eighty-nine billion." Hao Yuzhu's voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a stone thrown into calm water.

"How much?" Captain Fang stopped writing, his brows furrowed, and his voice carried an undisguised surprise.

"Two hundred and eighty-nine billion." Hao Yuzhu repeated, his voice even lower than before, as if afraid that the number he uttered might bite someone.

The large conference room erupted in chaos.

Sun Guiying's voice was so shrill it could shatter glass. Her toes curled up on the floor tiles, and she stumbled forward, only managing to steady herself by grabbing the doorframe.

"Over two hundred million? He bought over two hundred million worth of agricultural supplies? What's he going to do with them? Start a farm?"

Wang Jinshan abruptly stood up from his chair. The finger marks on his swollen face were purplish-red from the blood rushing to his head. His voice was loud and urgent, muffled but each word carried a fierce, clenched edge:

"Over two hundred million! He took all our money to buy fertilizer and seeds? Has he gone mad? Is he insane?"

Zhao Shuzhen's crying started again, this time not a soft sob, but a loud, unrestrained wailing. Tears and snot streamed down her face, and she kept repeating the same phrase:

"More than two hundred million... more than two hundred million... all my money has turned into fertilizer... what sins did I commit in my past life...?"

Zhou Dongsheng, covered in injuries, leaned back in his chair. Upon hearing the number, his body swayed violently, his face contorted as if he had been slapped hard, and his lips moved but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Lijuan sat next to him, covering her face with both hands, her shoulders trembling, and she made no sound.

Sun Guiwu stood in front of the chair, mouth agape, eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out. Ma Hongxia pulled him down several times, but he wouldn't sit down.

Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo looked at each other, their faces bearing the same expression—disbelief, but no choice but to believe.

Zhou Hailong lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turned white, his nails dug into his palms, and blood seeped from between his fingers.

Zhang Wenbin's tears started falling again, silently, one after another, streaming down his pale cheeks.

An Baojun leaned back in his wheelchair, his lips trembling incessantly, uttering a series of indistinct sounds that sounded like curses or groans.

Li Zhigang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and Xia Guilan covered her mouth, tears streaming silently down her face.

They were all very puzzled as to why Zhou Haibing wanted to purchase so many agricultural supplies.