My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

The skinny monkey lowered his head, not daring to move.

Inside the office, Gao Jianjun's suppressed roar of anger could be heard.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"Drink! Drink! All you ever do is drink! I told you to watch the storeroom, and you set it on fire?!"

"Two train cars full of top-grade supplies all night! Where are they now? Who's going to deliver them?"

Gao Jianjun appeared at the door, pointing at the skinny monkey's nose, spitting everywhere.

"And your hand! How the hell did you cut your neck?!"

"I told you to burn...burn weeds! And you set yourself on fire?"

Gao Jianjun was shouting when he seemed to realize something, and he stopped abruptly, changing his words.

The skinny monkey trembled as he explained, his voice trembling with tears.

"Deputy Director Gao, I didn't mean to...it was the kerosene lamp, it fell over by itself..."

"I was frantically trying to put out the fire when... I got hit by a falling log..."

Gao Jianjun kicked the skinny monkey in the leg.

"roll!"

"You've deducted all your pay for this month! Get out there and chop firewood in the back hill! You're not coming back until you've made up for the losses!"

Skinny Monkey felt like he'd been granted a pardon and scrambled downstairs.

Gao Jianjun stood at the office door, his chest heaving violently, his face ashen.

Lu Qingshan withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless.

He pushed his bicycle past the office building, seemingly oblivious to the farce unfolding upstairs.

Gao Jianjun's gaze inadvertently swept over the figure riding away on a bicycle downstairs.

His eyelid twitched for no reason.

……

Accountant Sun, standing outside the door, dared not look any further. He lowered his head, clutching the reports in his arms, and almost ran past the door.

Just as he passed the doorway.

He felt a cold gaze, like a needle piercing the back of his neck.

It's Gao Jianjun.

Accountant Sun's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't dare turn back, quickened his pace, and turned into the archives room at the end of the corridor.

Accountant Sun was restless all day.

The abacus beads in his hand always made mistakes when he tried to turn them.

The numbers in the ledger flickered before his eyes, turning into a series of hideous grotesque faces.

He always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him from behind.

Several times, he pretended to get up to pour water, glancing at Gao Jianjun's office out of the corner of his eye.

The door to Gao Jianjun's office remained tightly closed.

But behind that glass window, there was always a blurry figure.

Accountant Sun knew that it was Gao Jianjun.

He locked himself in his room, and I don't know what he was doing.

Only occasionally could Accountant Sun hear a few suppressed, low rings of the telephone coming from inside.

Gao Jianjun appeared to be making a phone call to someone.

The sound was very soft, and the content was unclear.

But that anxious atmosphere seemed contagious, seeping out little by little through the cracks in the door and permeating the entire second-floor corridor.

It was afternoon.

Li Jianye also entered Gao Jianjun's office.

The two people closed the door tightly, and it was unclear what they were discussing inside.

Accountant Sun hesitated for a long time at the door, holding a document that required the deputy director's signature.

He didn't want to go in.

But if they didn't go in, they were afraid of arousing Gao Jianjun's suspicion.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before his hand even touched the door, Li Jianye's raised voice came from inside.

"...We can't wait any longer! That brat surnamed Lu is a menace!"

Accountant Sun's hand froze in mid-air.

His heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively pressed himself against the door and pricked up his ears.

Gao Jianjun's voice was very low, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

"...It's too conspicuous; Director Li just gave him authority..."

"I can't wait any longer!" Li Jianye interrupted him. "If he keeps investigating, we'll both end up in jail!"

"I heard he didn't get back to the village until midnight yesterday. Who knows what he did in the mountains!"

"What happened in warehouse number six was definitely not an accident!"

"We have to find a way to shut him up completely!"

The words "Shut up" were like two red-hot steel needles, piercing into Accountant Sun's brain.

The report in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

The sounds inside the room abruptly stopped.

"Who's outside?"

Gao Jianjun's wary voice rang out.

Accountant Sun was terrified. He didn't even bother to pick up the documents on the ground and turned to run away.

He ran back to his desk in one breath, plopped down in a chair, and gasped for breath.

It’s over.

It's all over.

These two deities are about to have a magical duel.

A deputy director, and a newly appointed favorite.

He, a junior accountant, was caught in the middle.

He held in his hands all of Gao Jianjun's shady and scandalous accounts from the past few years.

The black book, which Gao Jianjun called the "Yin-Yang Account," was hidden deep inside the kang (heated brick bed) in his house.

That was his talisman, and also his death warrant.

He originally thought that as long as he kept his mouth shut, he could live a peaceful and stable life.

But now, he understands.

Once Gao Jianjun and Lu Qingshan truly break off relations, it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

He, who knew the most secrets, was definitely the first to be silenced.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever.

The moment this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly taking over his entire mind.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

He looked at the open ledger on the table, its pages filled with numbers, like a net that was tightening.

No.

I can't stay here any longer.

We have to go.

Accountant Sun pulled a piece of paper from the drawer and, with trembling hands, wrote a few words on it in a crooked and messy manner.

"I'm feeling unwell and need to take three days off."

He pressed the sick leave slip under the abacus, not even having time to tidy up the things on the table.

He grabbed his old canvas satchel and rushed out of the office like a fugitive.

He didn't even dare to go through the main entrance, but instead slipped out through a small door at the back of the office building.

We drove all the way back to the family compound.

The house was cold and the stove was empty.

His wife took the children back to her parents' home a few days ago.

Yeah.

Accountant Sun locked the door from the inside and bolted it.

He rushed into the inner room, knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), and lifted the kang mat.

He reached into the innermost hole of the kang (heated brick bed) and groped around for a while before pulling out a tin box wrapped in layers of oilcloth.

The box was locked.

He pulled the key from around his neck and unlocked the door.

Inside, besides all the possessions he had accumulated over the years, there was also a black notebook with a hard cover.

That "Yin-Yang Account".

He gripped the ledger tightly, his palms sweaty.

Burn it?

No.

If we burn it, Gao Jianjun will be the first to suspect us once he recovers.

At that point, I won't even have a single chance to save my life.

Carry it with you?

That won't work either.

This thing is a powder keg; carrying it around could blow you to pieces at any moment.

Accountant Sun paced anxiously back and forth in the room.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

He took one last look at the tin box, gritted his teeth, and made his decision.

He locked the box again and stuffed it back into the deepest part of the kang (heated brick bed).

Then, he pulled a worn-out canvas bag from another box.

He grabbed a few changes of clothes and stuffed them in, then put all the loose cash in the house into his pockets.

Going back to my hometown in the countryside.

Yes, I'm going back to my hometown.

No one could find him in the remote mountain valleys dozens of kilometers away.

He'll come back once this storm has passed and the outcome of the battle in the forest farm is decided.

As dusk fell, the aroma of food wafted through the family compound.

Accountant Sun pushed his old, rattling bicycle out of the stairwell furtively.

He kept his head down, his hat brim pulled low, as if afraid of being seen by someone he knew.

Instead of taking the main road leading to the farm headquarters, he turned onto a small dirt road leading to the outskirts of the county town.

He got on the bike and pedaled furiously.

The evening breeze felt cold and harsh on my face.

He dared not turn around, always feeling as if countless eyes were staring at him from behind.

he does not know.

It was right at the street corner where he had just turned.

An old man selling roasted sweet potatoes was hunched over, adding charcoal to the stove.

A cloud of white steam rose from the stove.

Through the hazy steam, the old man's eyes, like those of an eagle, coldly locked onto the figure riding further and further away on the dirt road.

He stretched out a hand blackened by soot, pulled out an unfiltered cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

Until Accountant Sun's figure completely disappeared into the twilight.

He then turned around, slowly pushed his sweet potato cart, and turned into another dark alley.