I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Zhang Wanqing stood in front of a small stall in the antique market, sunlight filtering through the leaves onto her shoulders, and a gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness. Her eyes wandered over the stall, where several seemingly ordinary antiques were displayed. But she knew that these items might hold untold stories.

The stall owner was an elderly woman with white hair and a face full of traces of time, but her eyes revealed a hint of wisdom and cunning. Zhang Wanqing smiled and chatted with her: "These antiques look very historical. Where did you get them?"

The old woman smiled slightly and said, "These treasures were all dug out from ancient tombs. You know, ancient tombs contain many precious things."

Zhang Wanqing's heart skipped a beat; she knew this might be an important clue. She tentatively asked, "Can you tell me more about these ancient tombs? For example, where are they?"

The old woman shook her head, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared: "Little girl, these things cannot be said casually. The secrets of the ancient tomb are not known to everyone."

Zhang Wanqing felt a little disappointed, but she did not give up. She continued to talk to the old woman, but the old woman was very cautious and did not reveal anything about the ancient tomb to Zhang Wanqing.

"Little girl, to be honest, I'm just a seller. As for these treasures, they were of course dug out by tomb robbers. I'm just an old woman, how could I be a tomb robber?" The old woman still said with a smile.

"Then can you help me contact those tomb robbing masters? I'm very interested and want to know about their tomb robbing. Let me tell you, I'm also interested in tomb robbing." Zhang Wanqing said.

"Well, it depends on fate... When the time comes, they will naturally bring you to meet them. As for fate... you are a smart girl, you should understand." said the old woman.

Zhang Wanqing knew what fate meant. The old woman's point was that if she was a big buyer, bought a lot, and made money, she would naturally introduce her to tomb raiders. Tomb raiding, in other words, meant digging graves. Zhang Wanqing understood everything the old woman said.

"Okay, grandma. I may look young, but our old man is an expert in this field. As long as he is satisfied, he will naturally spend a lot of money to buy your things. Then..."

"When the time comes, I'll definitely introduce your old man to Dou Ye. We'll just be the go-betweens, and we'll even get a commission, haha!" Before Zhang Wanqing could finish her words, the old woman interrupted. This old woman looked like a calculating person.

Just as Zhang Wanqing and the old woman had reached an agreement and the deal seemed to be on the horizon, she suddenly felt a surge of unease. She looked up and saw several burly men approaching her, their eyes filled with ill intent. She realized she might be in danger.

Just as Zhang Wanqing was about to run, she was surrounded by these burly men. She knew she was in danger. She quickly assessed the situation and knew she couldn't confront them head-on. She scanned her surroundings, looking for a chance to escape.

She stepped on one of the men's feet, and he groaned in pain. She quickly ran away. She noticed a small door in a corner of the market that led to a warehouse area. She quickly ran in that direction, pulling her phone from her pocket to call the police. But her phone was dead and turned off, so she could only run.

At the same time, Fu Siyuan had just escaped from the antique shop and found a small restaurant. He called Zhang Wanqing, but Zhang Wanqing's phone was turned off at this time, and Fu Siyuan couldn't get through. Fu Siyuan sent her the evidence in his hand, but Zhang Wanqing still didn't reply to him. At this moment, Fu Siyuan was very worried about Zhang Wanqing, wondering if she was in danger, but they had lost contact.

The men followed closely behind, their eyes revealing malicious intent. Zhang Wanqing quickened her pace, her heart racing. She was so frightened at this moment that she couldn't control herself and remain calm. As she ran, she prayed that the bad guys wouldn't catch up.

She rushed into a warehouse area filled with various goods and boxes. She quickly hid behind a pile of boxes, holding her breath, waiting for the men to arrive.

The men also rushed into the warehouse area and began to search for Zhang Wanqing. Zhang Wanqing was so nervous that she couldn't breathe and her palms were sweating.

She quickly assessed her surroundings, trying to find a chance to escape. The bustling crowds of people, the lively clamor of vendors and bargaining, seemed to contrast sharply with her nervousness.

"You are the reporter, right?" one of the men said coldly, his voice low and threatening.

Zhang Wanqing's heart tightened. She turned around and saw a man standing behind her, followed by other men running over.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Zhang Wanqing pretended to be calm and tried to make her voice sound calm.

The men laughed mockingly, and another said, "Don't play dumb. We know you're investigating the antiques. You'd better hand over what you know, otherwise..."

He hadn't finished his words, but the threat was clear. Panic washed over Zhang Wanqing, and she knew she had to react quickly.

"Brother, you must have recognized the wrong person. I'm not a reporter, I'm just a customer buying things." There was a hint of nervousness in Zhang Wanqing's words.

"Customer? Then why are you running? Run away as soon as you see us." said the man.

"I... I ran because you suddenly surrounded me, and as a girl I was scared, so my instinctive reaction was to run." Zhang Wanqing replied.

The man took out his phone, compared it with Zhang Wanqing's photo, and said, "Yes, that's her! You're a girl, and we don't want to embarrass you. Just hand over what you have and tell us everything you know, and we'll let you go."

Zhang Wanqing's mind was in a mess. After a while, she couldn't think of any way to deal with these men. At this moment, the man snatched her bag, emptied out everything inside, took the notebook, flipped through it, and found that there was nothing useful written inside. He then picked up Zhang Wanqing's phone and found that it was out of battery and turned off.

"The information must be in the phone. How about this, we take this girl back to the boss. If there is nothing in her phone, we will go and catch her accomplices. What do you think?" the man asked his companions.

Several people agreed, so they tied Zhang Wanqing's hands and took her away along with her bag.