Coroner Coroner

Obviously, the original owner worked for a biopharmaceutical company.

In addition, the work permit also states the specific address of the pharmaceutical company.

"Director of Security, what is this job?"

"Is there such a position in a pharmaceutical company?"

Lin Xin joined the police system as soon as he graduated and has never worked in a company.

In his layman's impression, the safety director is probably some kind of senior position responsible for supervising the production safety of the enterprise.

And there is also the word "general" in it... No matter what, he has to be a leader.

If you look at it this way, the original owner should be very proud in the workplace, and there is a high probability that someone will support him - otherwise, in a society like Japan, where seniority is more important, it may be difficult for a 24-year-old to become a leader.

If Lin Xinyi can successfully inherit the original owner's work, then he should be able to save a lot of effort.

"But... biopharmaceuticals?"

"This has nothing to do with my major."

Lin Xinyi had a headache:

Although forensic medicine and biomedicine both carry the word "medicine", they are basically two different things.

He has never studied biology, and secondly, he has never studied pharmacology, but he can't do this kind of work.

The security director looks like a technical job, and if he does not have certain professional knowledge, it is estimated that it is difficult to make up for it.

"Forget it, let's just resign."

"I don't think I can earn this salary."

"Also, I shouldn't have to make a fortune on my salary yet."

Lin Xinyi threw the work permit aside and made a quick calculation in his heart:

The original owner lives in a high-end apartment, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of savings.

Then you just need to sell the house, mention the deposit, and then fly directly back to the motherland.

You know it was 20 years ago...

As long as there is money to invest, pigs can go to heaven.

It is impossible to work part-time, and you can only make a living by speculating in real estate and stocks.

Lin Xinyi did this to regenerate the dream of becoming rich, and at the same time did not let go of the action of rummaging.

Soon, another extremely important thing was found.

It was a passbook from Siling Bank.

"+892300.00"

"Hey... This guy actually has an after-tax income of 89 yen in a month?"

An ordinary six-digit number, printed on the passbook with fragrant ink, will give birth to a kind of happy magic.

But the joy didn't last long, because he saw a series of big minus signs immediately after the plus sign.

It was an item of expenditure, and the amount of each item made Lin Xinyi, who was used to living in poverty, jumped in his heart.

The original owner lived a very extravagant life and spent a lot of money.

It's like treating every day as if it were the last day of my life.

Lin Xinyi frowned tightly, flipping through the thin passbook page by page.

And just as he turned to the last page...

The gloomy wind was blowing, the chill was surging, and even the sunlight outside the window seemed to be a little dim.

A very terrifying thing happened:

"Balance: 8899.00."

"..."

"Depend on!"

Lin Xinyi had a rare expression of wanting to curse.

The house lives like a back wave, and the income is as high as a front wave, but the balance on the account is not enough for a Fukuzawa Yukichi.

This gives him the confidence to resign and return to China, and how can he get rich?

Selling the house for cash?That's probably not going to work either.

Because Lin Xinyi had noticed when he looked at the passbook, "I" had a huge fixed expenditure on a certain date every month.

If he guessed correctly, this fixed expense is likely to be rent.

In other words, most of the high-end apartment he lives in is rented, not his own.

Not only was he unable to sell the house and run away, he also had to figure out a way to collect next month's rent as soon as possible.

And the most terrifying thing is...

Lin Xinyi also found a credit card of Siling Bank in his "own" wallet.

According to the original owner's consumption habits, coupled with this credit card that can borrow large amounts of money and consume in advance...

His actual account balance was probably even scarier than what was written on the passbook.

"Damn..."

"You don't want me to help him pay off his credit card, do you?"

"If that's the case...then can't I just..."

Lin Xinyi's scalp went numb for a while.

After a long silence, he finally picked up the work card that he had abandoned with a stiff face:

"Just work."

Chapter 13 The Leader's Call

Although it was very embarrassing for Senior Transmigrators, Lin Xinyi still decided to work honestly.

No way, the original owner did not leave any principal that could be invested to make money.

He doesn't understand music or art, he doesn't watch much anime and movies, and his writing style is poor.

When you were in school, it was difficult to write an [-]-word composition. Now you want to restore a best-selling book from the outline of the novel that you can't remember completely?It is too unrealistic.

Lin Xinyi basically couldn't learn the methods of getting rich used by the seniors of the transmigrators.

Thinking about it carefully, in addition to knowing how to disembowel a corpse, he also fights better—

If the "Criminal Law" is used as the "Book of Getting Rich", then these two skills can be combined to make a fortune very quickly.

If you want to abide by the law and be a good person, these two tricks are basically irrelevant to wealth.

Then how to make money?

Do you want to use your current status as a "Japanese friend" to return to China and lose your wealth password...or directly apply for studying abroad to cheat scholarships?

No... Although it is a road, it is too useless.

"It's better to replace the original owner and go to work."

"As long as I can hang around for a while, even if it's just three or four months, the salary I save can make me a lot more comfortable."

Lin Xin took a look at the high salary of the original owner.

That's 89 yen in one month.

After three or four months of misuse, when the company finds that he is not competent enough, he will be expelled, and he will be able to get an additional financial compensation.

It also adds up to a few million yen, enough for Lin Xinyi to spend a while.

Of course, if you can keep going like this...

After a full year, the salary he saved was enough for him to quit his job and return to China to make a fortune.

With a hint of guilt, Lin Xin first planned how to replace the original owner, Mr. Nan Guo, who was a mess in the company.

At this moment, the phone in his arms suddenly rang.

Someone called.

"Who...will this be?"

Lin Xinyi frowned slightly:

Taking advantage of the gap between taking notes, he actually checked the phone carefully.

There is not a single call record in the mobile phone. It may be that the original owner was completely cleaned up by him before he committed suicide.

And the numbers saved in the mobile phone address book are also pitiful.

There are only two in total.

The note for the first number is "Lab", apparently the number on the job.

The remark for the second number is "the most important person".

This was also the number that worried Lin Xinyi the most.

The most important person... Who is it?

Parents, relatives, best friends, or girlfriends?

No matter what the answer was, Lin Xinyi didn't want to receive a call from this number.

After all, he is not the real Lin Xinyi, but he doesn't know how to get along with the "most important person".

Just like that, with a little nervousness...

Lin Xinyi took out his mobile phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number without a name.

And just when he guessed that the caller without a note might not be an acquaintance of the original owner, the call was connected, but the words from the other end seemed very familiar to the original owner: