Leaving the carriage was like leaving behind a hell that had left a psychological scar.

The reporter breathed a sigh of relief, but his current condition wasn't exactly great.

My legs were still a little weak, and the memory of that stretch of road was still echoing in my mind.

"Given the current situation, I feel like I'm definitely going to have nightmares tonight..."

Ah, maybe not. After all, things are like this, it's hard to say whether I'll even be able to sleep.

He sighed, not forgetting why he had gone through this hellish, death-defying car chase.

Bai Xiaosheng, you should go to their newspaper's headquarters and have a good talk with them.

"I hope this whole thing is over and I can keep my job, otherwise it'll be hard to find a new one."

He considered leaving his current newspaper and working for another publishing house or something similar.

What would people think if they saw on a resume that someone had a "luxurious track record" of recruiting a knowledgeable person to their headquarters?

He was still feeling melancholy when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's go. We agreed to visit each other. As a guest, I can't just find a place by myself, can I?"

"Understood, Master Baixiaosheng, this way."

Their destination was the newspaper's headquarters, which was also in a state of chaos at the moment.

"I'm doomed, I'm really doomed. What on earth did I do to deserve this? Why did that all-knowing scholar show up?"

While they were lingering in the studio, the reporter had already informed them that Bai Yi was coming.

Of course, I also told them not to run, otherwise it would be even more dangerous.

"Boss, you've been wandering around here for over an hour. You're not dizzy, but we are!"

An employee was lying on the table, propping his head up with one hand, and drinking milk tea through a straw.

"I'm perfectly normal, okay? It's your calm demeanor that's suspicious!"

This time, it's Bai Xiaosheng coming, the very same Bai Xiaosheng! This guy is not to be trifled with.

If I weren't afraid that the people around me would suddenly become all-knowing, I really would have run away.

As he said this, he casually took the milk tea from the employee, the person in charge of a section of their newspaper, and took a big sip.

"Ugh, I'm so thirsty! Why is your milk tea all sweet? It's way too sweet..."

"No, boss, you're drinking my milk tea, and you're picking at it here? Are you serious?"

"Of course we're serious. Can you guys stop watching the show and start thinking about how we're going to talk to Bai Xiaosheng?"

"Get up, all of you! Stop slacking off here! Aren't you afraid of the all-knowing scholar?"

"Well, I really wasn't afraid..."

The employee whose milk tea was stolen spoke up; he's the editor-in-chief of their newspaper's horror story section.

"Are you serious?"

“Yes, boss, is it possible that I am actually a storyteller?”

"Since the patriarch returned, and I haven't written anything negative about him, what am I afraid of?"

Perhaps worried that his boss wouldn't believe him, he even took out an original manuscript and reproduced it for himself.

Seeing his employees turn the original manuscript into something like zombies, the boss fell silent.

"You..."

"What's wrong? Haven't you seen fiction storytellers before? Do you think it's easy for me to use newspaper stories to gain some fictional power?"

Don't worry, boss, I'm not like those storytellers who are always shouting for war and conquest.

My greatest strength is my kind heart; I've never caused any trouble.

His sincerity touched the boss, mainly because the boss was also afraid that if he said he didn't believe him, he might get beaten up by this guy, and he couldn't beat him.

The editor-in-chief's situation seemed to have made the boss realize something, and he suddenly turned around to look at the others.