I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Chapter 270 Dinner Party Suspicion

Zhang Wei's body stiffened, and he almost lost control of the steering wheel. He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I know. I saw it in the newspaper."

"I'm glad you know." The voice on the other end of the phone was threatening. "Zhao Minghui's death is related to you, right?"

Zhang Wei's heart began to beat wildly, and he felt an inexplicable fear. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I just..."

"Stop pretending, Zhang Wei." The voice on the other end of the phone interrupted him, "I know what happened between you and Zhao Minghui. If you don't want to get into trouble, stay home and don't run around."

Zhang Wei's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his body trembling slightly. The voice on the other end of the phone continued, "Remember, we're always watching you."

The call suddenly ended. Zhang Wei sat dazed in the driver's seat, his phone falling to the ground. His heartbeat was pounding like a drum, and cold sweat covered his forehead. He felt an inexplicable fear, as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

"They are monitoring me." Zhang Wei whispered to himself, with a hint of despair in his voice.

Chen Neng followed Zhang Wei and saw him hurriedly leave the banquet hall. A trace of doubt flashed through his mind. He walked quickly to the underground parking lot and saw that Zhang Wei's car had already started and was about to leave.

"Zhang Wei, where are you going?" Chen Neng shouted loudly, trying to get Zhang Wei's attention.

Zhang Wei's body trembled slightly when he heard Chen Neng's voice. He leaned out of the car window with a look of panic on his face: "Mr. Chen, I... I have an urgent matter."

Chen Neng quickly walked to Zhang Wei's car and blocked his way: "Zhang Wei, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wei's face turned pale. He lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Chen, I...I can't say it."

A hint of coldness flashed in Chen Neng's eyes: "Zhang Wei, do you know something you shouldn't know?"

Zhang Wei raised his head, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Mr. Chen, I don't know anything. I just..."

"Don't lie to me anymore, Zhang Wei," Chen Neng interrupted, a hint of threat in his voice. "I know what happened between you and Zhao Minghui. If you don't want to get into trouble, just tell me."

Chen Neng's face darkened. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Wei's collar and pulled him out of the car.

Zhang Wei was dragged out of the car by Chen Neng. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. He raised his head, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes: "Mr. Chen, I... I don't know anything."

Chen Neng looked at Zhang Wei coldly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "Zhang Wei, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise..."

Just then, Chen Neng's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an unfamiliar number. He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call.

"Hello?" Chen Neng's voice was a little cold.

A low voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of coldness: "Chen Neng, you'd better let him go."

Chen Neng's heart skipped a beat, and his voice was filled with nervousness: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The voice on the other end of the phone sneered, "What matters is that I know what you are doing."

Chen Neng's forehead was covered in sweat. He held the phone tightly, his voice trembling: "You...what do you want to say?"

"Did you know that Zhao Minghui is dead?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became serious.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I know."

"I'm glad you know." The voice on the other end of the phone was threatening. "Zhao Minghui's death is actually related to you. Zhang Wei is just a cannon fodder, right?" Chen Neng's body stiffened and the phone in his hand almost slipped.

The underground parking lot of the luxury hotel was remarkably quiet. Chen Neng stood beside Zhang Wei's car, his phone tightly gripped, his forehead covered in sweat. The voice on the other end of the line had hung up, but the cold threat still echoed in Chen Neng's mind.

Chen Neng's heart was pounding, and he felt an inexplicable fear. He knew that Zhao Minghui's death was inextricably linked to him, but he had never imagined someone would point this out so clearly. He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei was still sitting on the ground, a look of fear on his face, a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, I... I don't know anything." Zhang Wei said in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

Chen Neng raised his head, a cold look in his eyes. He knew Zhang Wei knew too much, and if these secrets were leaked, it would be a devastating blow to him. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Zhang Wei, do you really know nothing?" Chen Neng's voice was low and calm, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Zhang Wei raised his head, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Mr. Chen, I swear, I know nothing. I was just... I was just fired by Zhao Minghui, that's all."

Chen Neng's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He stared at Zhang Wei's eyes, trying to read a trace of lies from them. However, there was only fear and despair in Zhang Wei's eyes, without a trace of falsehood.

"Mr. Chen, please let me go." Zhang Wei's voice was filled with pleading. "I really don't know anything."

Chen Neng was silent for a moment, then slowly loosened his grip. He turned and walked towards his car, his heart filled with conflict and struggle. He knew he couldn't let Zhang Wei go easily, but the threats on the other end of the phone made him hesitant to act rashly.

"Who are they?" Chen Neng whispered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Chen Neng returned to his car, started the engine, and slowly drove out of the underground parking lot. In the night, the city streets seemed exceptionally deserted, with only a few streetlights flickering. He opened the car window, letting the cool breeze brush his cheeks, trying to calm himself.

The image of Zhao Minghui's corpse emerged in his mind, and the cold eyes seemed to be accusing him. He knew that Zhao Minghui's death was a huge secret, and once this secret was leaked, it would cause a devastating blow to himself.

"What should I do?" Chen Neng whispered to himself, with a hint of despair in his voice.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Zhang Wei's car still parked in the parking lot. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to leave. He knew he couldn't let Zhang Wei go easily, but the threats on the other end of the phone made him hesitant to act rashly.

Chen Neng returned to his apartment, opened the door, and walked into the living room. He felt an inexplicable unease, as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him in the darkness. He turned on the light and looked around, trying to find a clue.

His eyes fell on the phone on the table, the incoming call from the unknown number still flashing on the screen. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Just then, he heard a faint sound of footsteps outside the door. His heart tightened, and he quickly picked up his phone and hid it behind his back. The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped at his door.

"Who's there?" Chen Neng asked loudly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

There was no response from the door, only silence. Chen Neng's heart was filled with fear, and he felt an inexplicable unease. He slowly walked towards the door and looked out through the peephole. However, there was no one outside, only the lights in the corridor flickering.

He slowly opened the door and looked out. The corridor was empty, with only a few street lights flickering. He felt an inexplicable unease, as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

"Who are they?" Chen Neng whispered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.