I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

A few days later, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan obtained detailed information about Tianyu Group. They discovered that the company was an emerging technology company focused on developing artificial intelligence. However, during their investigation, they discovered that there seemed to be a mysterious shareholder behind the company, and this shareholder had intricate ties to Zhao Minghui.

"I think this mysterious shareholder is very likely the murderer." Fu Siyuan said, "Let's check the identity of this shareholder."

Zhang Wanqing nodded: "Okay, I'll contact the police and see if they can provide any help."

Thanks to the efforts of Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan, they finally discovered the identity of this mysterious shareholder. This shareholder was named Chen Neng, a highly respected figure in the technology industry. However, when they reported this information to the police, they denied any suspicion of Chen Neng.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Wanqing asked.

Wang Qiang nodded: "We have already investigated Chen Neng. He has no motive and no time to commit the crime."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan looked at each other and both knew that there must be a more complicated truth behind this case.

A few days later, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan discovered a key clue during their investigation. They found a note in Zhao Minghui's study with a string of numbers and letters on it. After some effort, they discovered that the string of numbers and letters was a bank account number.

"This account is very likely related to the case." Fu Siyuan said, "Let's check the transaction records of this account."

Zhang Wanqing nodded: "Okay, I'll contact the bank."

After some effort, they discovered that the account belonged to a person named 'Zhang Wei.' However, when they went to investigate Zhang Wei, they found that Zhang Wei had disappeared.

With the efforts of Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan, they finally found Zhang Wei's background information and found that Zhang Wei used to be Zhao Minghui's personal bodyguard, but was fired by Zhao Minghui a few months ago.

"This Zhang Wei may have been holding a grudge because he was fired, so he killed Zhao Minghui," said Fu Siyuan.

A few days later, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan discovered a key clue during their investigation: they found a photo in Zhao Minghui's study that showed Zhao Minghui and Zhang Wei together.

The city lights flickered in the distance, and Zhao Minghui's villa seemed unusually quiet. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood in the garden outside the villa, a breeze blowing, bringing a hint of coolness. They had just come out of the police station, holding Zhang Wei's detailed information in their hands.

"Zhang Wei was Zhao Minghui's personal bodyguard, but he was fired a few months ago." Fu Siyuan whispered, a hint of doubt in his voice, "What do you think happened between them?"

Zhang Wanqing frowned, her eyes scanning the villa's windows, where a faint light shone through. "Zhao Minghui is a shrewd businessman. He wouldn't fire a bodyguard for no reason. There must be something behind this."

Fu Siyuan nodded and pulled a document from his bag. It was Zhang Wei's background information, which they had obtained from the police station. "Zhang Wei had worked for Zhao Minghui for three years and had always performed very well. But three months ago, Zhao Minghui abruptly fired him, citing Zhang Wei's 'incompetence.'"

"Incompetent?" Zhang Wanqing sneered. "That's a far-fetched excuse. Zhao Minghui must have other reasons."

Fu Siyuan raised his head, his eyes deep: "Let's go meet Zhang Wei's family and see if we can find some clues."

Zhang Wei's home was in an ordinary apartment building on the outskirts of the city. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan arrived at Zhang Wei's door and knocked. The door quickly opened, revealing a middle-aged woman standing in the doorway, a look of fatigue and worry on her face.

"You are..." She looked at Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes.

"We are reporters investigating the murder of Zhao Minghui," Zhang Wanqing said with a smile. "We heard that Mr. Zhang Wei was once Zhao Minghui's bodyguard, and we hope to learn more from you."

The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Come in."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan walked into the house. The living room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco. A middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, a look of confusion in her eyes. "My name is Li Hong, and I'm Zhang Wei's mother. What do you want to ask?"

"Did Zhang Wei say anything to you after being fired by Zhao Minghui?" Fu Siyuan asked.

Li Hong shook her head. "He didn't say anything, but he looked very upset. He said Zhao Minghui had wronged him, but he didn't tell me the specific reason."

Zhang Wanqing nodded, a hint of doubt flashing through her mind: "Do you think Zhang Wei will hold a grudge against Zhao Minghui because of being fired?"

Li Hong was silent for a moment, then raised her head, a firm look in her eyes: "Zhang Wei is not that kind of person. Although he was fired, he has always been grateful to Zhao Minghui. He would not do that kind of thing."

Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing looked at each other and understood in their hearts that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Did you notice anything unusual before Zhang Wei disappeared?" Zhang Wanqing asked.

Li Hong nodded. "A few days before he disappeared, I saw him frequently receiving strange phone calls. He was always nervous when answering the phone, and he would deliberately avoid me."

"Strange phone calls?" Fu Siyuan frowned. "Do you still remember the numbers of those calls?"

Li Hong shook her head. "I didn't notice. But I remember he was always nervous when he answered the phone, as if he was afraid of something."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan looked at each other and understood in their hearts that these calls were most likely related to Zhao Minghui's death.

After returning to the newspaper office, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan began to analyze the clues provided by Li Hong. They guessed that the mysterious phone calls were likely related to Zhao Minghui's death, so they decided to start with these calls.

"Let's check Zhang Wei's call records," Fu Siyuan said, "and see who made those calls."

Zhang Wanqing nodded and began to contact the telecommunications department. After some effort, they finally obtained Zhang Wei's call records. The records showed that Zhang Wei had indeed received many strange calls in the days before his disappearance. The numbers of these calls were very similar, and they seemed to be from the same place.

"These phone numbers all come from the same place." Fu Siyuan said, "Let's check the source of this number."