My name is Gu An, and I am a social animal.
One second he was reporting on PPT to his boss, and the next second he was the accountant of a poor county government in the Dafeng Dynasty.
Before I had time to adapt to the days without air conditioning and mobile phones, a huge blame was placed on me - I was framed by my colleagues and I embezzled three thousand taels of snowflakes.
The witnesses and evidence are all there. My immediate boss, the old man who usually dislikes me, has prepared a celebratory drink and is waiting for me to die in prison so that he can seize the only ancestral home of my family.
In the courtroom, I couldn't argue, and all my thoughts were lost.
Just when I was lying on the table in despair, holding the account book as "ironclad evidence" with my palms, an aggrieved voice suddenly sounded in my head:
"Sir, you touch me so much... Also, don't panic. Turn to page 37. The ink on Liu Ermazi's account is at least three hours newer than the ink on the next pages. The person who wrote it also had a heavy hand, and the paper is almost scratched..."
I suddenly raised my head and looked at the proud colleague opposite me.
Wait, it seems like this case can still be overturned?
