I returned to the neighborhood committee.
The moment Skinny saw that I was in an even worse mood, he asked what had happened.
I told them about running into Reporter Yuan.
The aunties had sharp ears. As soon as they heard, they started chattering among themselves.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that Reporter Yuan had been keeping an eye on Workers and Peasants Sixth Village and the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency these past few days.
"I don't know what people are thinking these days. Is this really worth reporting on?"
"What's wrong with reporting on it?"
"No one's going to read it, are they? Who would want to read about something like this?"
"Someone must be reading it. Otherwise, why would that reporter keep watching this story?"
They talked away about nothing in particular and reached no useful conclusions.
Guo Yujie went over and asked a few questions, trying to fish for information.
"We don't know. That... whatever-it's-called agency, I don't think I've ever seen anyone there," one old auntie said.
"I have. There was a pretty young woman and a few men. I don't know what that young woman was thinking. She could've had a nice, peaceful life, but instead she got involved in this kind of thing."
"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember. Those young people were quite good-looking. The young men were all handsome, too. What a shame... I even thought about introducing one of them to my daughter."
As they talked, they drifted off topic.
It seemed they hadn't given Reporter Yuan much information.
When it was time to get off work, we returned to the office.
Everyone at work knew about Director Ma's situation, including some people at the social security center.
The others could only sigh over it. I was the most downcast