At three o'clock in the morning, my broken phone vibrated.
A text message, no number - "At 9:23 tomorrow, someone will die in the elevator."
No one believed it. The whole company thought he was mentally ill.
But the next day, something happened to the elevator.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded. He found that he could receive this kind of news every day——
Whose account has gone dark, who has collected money that should not have been collected, and who has a knife hidden behind his back.
What others see as daily life is all holes in his eyes.
So this low-level clerk with a monthly salary of 4,000, who dared to kick anyone, began to exchange information for money, power, and lives.
He doesn't have to kill people or use guns.
He just needs to know - who can't see the light.
No background, no backing, no power.
But he holds the most expensive thing in Jiangzhou: intelligence.
He pried through the underworld, the plutocrats, and the four wealthy families along the way, and sat on the chair at the top.
Someone asked him what he was doing.
Chen Mo flicked the ashes of his cigarette: This is where I should be.
There are so many secrets in the city, now they are under my control.
