Ding Miao stood not far from the morgue.
She took out her phone and recorded a video of Lawyer Li and Shen Bijun, who had just been with Old Zhang.
Then she opened WeChat and found a reporter.
Working here often involved sensitive cases, and she had provided information to reporters before, receiving some remuneration for it.
Ding Miao typed: "Latest news on the second-generation rich murder case, want it?"
The other party replied instantly: "Want, two thousand."
Ding Miao curled her lips: "Five thousand, or I'll find someone else."
Other party: "Isn't that too much, sis? What's the news?"
Ding Miao: "The rich second generation's lawyer, brought people to view the body, I suspect they want to tamper with it. I've got a video."
Other party: "Want, bring it on."
After saying that, they transferred five thousand yuan immediately.
Ding Miao curled up her lips and sent over the video she had just recorded.
