Shanghai Stock Exchange.

When Zhou Junhao received the message, he was already preparing to leave work.

The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and everyone is already looking forward to the upcoming holiday. There's not much pressure at work, so you can pack up early and leave early.

As he passed by the workstation next to him, he noticed that the person next to him was still typing away at the computer, looking very serious.

So Zhou Junhao couldn't help but glance at it again, and just then he saw the text on it.

Hmm? It's a document page, and the content on it is—

He gained unprecedented attention for exposing the hospital's scandal.

【Countless media outlets flocked to the scene, but what he hoped for did not happen.】

【It wasn't until the knock on his door that he realized how insignificant and foolish he had been.】

Is this a novel being written?

Zhou Junhao stopped in his tracks. Out of politeness, he forced himself to look away from the words and couldn't help but call out to his junior and partner, "Brother Tong, you actually slack off at work too?"

Tong Junhui remained calm and unhurried when he heard the commotion around him. He didn't feel embarrassed about being caught slacking off. Instead, he hid the page and said, "Obviously, slacking off occasionally is a necessary skill for any working person."

Zhou Junhao had nothing to say, because he also liked to slack off.

It's just unexpected that Tong Junhui, a former prolific writer, is now starting to slack off.

However, Zhou Junhao was still curious, so he placed his hand on Tong Junhui's chair and asked further, "Brother Tong, were you writing a novel just now?"

To be honest, every time he spends with Brother Tong, the other party always brings him new surprises.

For example, press cards, and now.

"Not really."

Tong Junhui didn't mind and told Zhou Junhao directly, "I'm writing a script and currently writing character biographies."

"ah?"

Zhou Junhao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in surprise, "Brother Tong, you're writing a script?"

“Well, I’ve been spending time with you guys lately and heard a lot of stories, which has given me a lot of inspiration,” Tong Junhui explained. “So I wanted to record them in another form.”

Zhou Junhao was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this, seemingly not expecting that this former Best Actor, now a reporter, would have such a thought. However, the light in his eyes shone even brighter: "Really? That's amazing! So, Brother Tong's script's protagonist is also a reporter?"

"right."

"Is there a real-life prototype?" Zhou Junhao asked expectantly, not forgetting to tease, "Don't forget to add a role for me when the time comes, Brother Tong."

"No matter what, I am now a prominent figure among journalists."

He coughed lightly and said with great pride.

Tong Junhui was silent for a moment, then shook his head, his expression somewhat strange: "We'll talk about it later. There are too few case prototypes at the moment. I need to refer to more. I'll add more for you once I've thought it through."

"All right......"

Zhou Junhao was immediately discouraged, but soon his attention was drawn to his phone.

It was Brother Xiao calling.

Moreover, this time the email wasn't sent under the guise of a hacker; it was a phone call made directly under Xiao He's real identity.

"Um?"

Zhou Junhao glanced at the screen, then quickly put away his phone, nodded to Tong Junhui, and immediately walked outside.

However, this series of actions had already allowed Tong Junhui to catch a glimpse of the surname "Xiao".

Among the people they knew, there seemed to be only one person with the surname "Xiao".

Watching the other person walk away while answering the phone, Tong Junhui looked thoughtful before finally turning his gaze back to the computer.

"Xiao He?"

He murmured something under his breath.

Could it be that Zhou Junhao is the one manipulating everything behind the hidden truth behind those cases?

The roles that person had played involuntarily flashed through Tong Junhui's mind, and he suddenly realized that he had secretly studied the other person's roles and performances countless times, perhaps even more than Xiao He himself was familiar with the roles he had played in the past.

Tong Junhui didn't know if it was resentment or jealousy, but whenever he had free time, he wanted to watch Xiao He's works repeatedly, over and over again, as if watching a junior grow up while he himself remained a senior in the industry, as if he had never left the entertainment circle.

Only at the very end did Tong Junhui have to admit that he actually envied Xiao He and his past life.

Unfortunately, everything is irreversible. His current concern for his old friends is like that of a shadowy rat.

even......

As Tong Junhui looked at the script in front of him, he realized that the protagonist in the story was increasingly resembling that person.

When Tong Junhui first discovered this, he was shocked and immediately deleted all the text he had typed. He then mocked himself for being possessed, having written a script on a whim and fantasizing about having a younger generation act in it, and having Xiao He replace him to complete what he could never do again.

This is just too pathetic...

After repeatedly revising several versions, Tong Junhui had given up hope.

Perhaps from the very beginning of the scriptwriting process, he only approved of Xiao He playing the lead role.

Therefore, when designing the plot and the main characters, the prototypes are always taken into account.

But... oh well, ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ since things are already like this, it's fine to just amuse myself.

Tong Junhui stared at the text on the screen, his heart filled with complex emotions. Finally, he moved his fingers and began to readjust the character biography in front of him.

At that moment, the protagonist, after repeated revisions, finally had a blurry face.

【Only then did he realize that exposing these things still couldn't stop those people's violence.】

No one can truly empathize.

【Unless the blade of death also slits their throats.】

【Perhaps resorting to violence was his only option when he had no other choice.】

Just like him back then.

...

When Zhou Junhao returned, he found Tong Junhui still typing away at his computer, so he greeted him: "Brother Tong, I just received some news that a hospital in the neighboring provincial center is involved in an illegal case of mental illness insurance fraud. I need to go there in person to confirm it. I see your script is also about medicine. Are you interested in working with me?"

Tong Junhui finally looked up from the computer: "Hospital insurance fraud? That's a big deal."

He immediately stood up.

"The only troublesome thing now is that the hospital requires a waiting list, and I don't know if I can still get a number before the Spring Festival. Oh dear, I really have a bit of a connection with hospitals, haha."

Previous cases of selling counterfeit drugs uncovered illegal clinics, the online celebrity case revealed cosmetic surgery loans, and now there's a hospital insurance fraud case.

Zhou Junhao sighed inwardly that he was the chosen one, while Tong Junhui had already turned off the computer and was urging him to buy tickets.

Just when I was short on material, this was like a pillow delivered to my sleepy head.

-

Xiao He had no idea that his phone call had sparked another major news story on the other side, and even become part of someone's future script.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Rulan crossed her arms and looked at him, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't you think it's become exceptionally easy for you to get reporters to investigate things these days?"

"Hmm? Is there?"

Xiao He thought about it carefully, then shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Didn't you say that a boss who can't lead a team will only exhaust himself? I'm just outsourcing this responsibility and helping them boost their performance before the end of the year."

Liu Rulan: Hehe... I didn't expect you to be like this, Xiao He.

"Just something I did."