Genius Club.

Chapter 71 Genius

Chapter 71 Genius
The head of the finance team and also a veteran of MX Company, he has been following Zhao Yingjun since the beginning of his business.

In fact, most of the vice presidents and middle-level managers are veterans of the company. After all, MX is very young, and there are very few cases like Lin Xian who was promoted at lightning speed just a few months after joining the company.

"Ah, this matter..."

The head of the finance team bowed his head and smiled:

"In fact, we don't know too much details. When the company was founded, Mr. Zhao had a young secretary, who was also a female college student who had just graduated. She was very capable and Mr. Zhao liked and trusted her very much."

"But I don't know what happened later... Mr. Zhao suddenly fired this young secretary. Mr. Zhao was very angry at that time, and we didn't dare to ask any more questions."

"Later, she changed the password to a password-protected door in her office. Only she knew the password, and she has no plans to hire a secretary until now."

"We privately speculated that maybe the girl did something to upset Mr. Zhao. Did she steal business secrets? Did she embezzle the company's money? Or did she do something else that leaked Mr. Zhao's privacy?"

"We don't know about that... Anyway, the result is what you see. Mr. Zhao would rather have a messy and dusty office and clean it himself than hire another secretary. We also tried to persuade him, but it was useless."

Ding--

The elevator door opened on the 17th floor, and Lin Xian realized that he had forgotten to press the elevator button.

After the head of the finance team walked out of the elevator, he pressed the 20th floor button and returned to his office.

He twirled his pen and thought...

If I could find a way to become Zhao Yingjun's secretary, that would be a great idea to conduct the investigation of the Genius Club safely and efficiently.

But at the moment, Zhao Yingjun extremely distrusts other people and has no intention of hiring a secretary.

"So, after going around in a circle, we are back to the starting point..."

"We still have to find a way to gradually gain Zhao Yingjun's trust."

……

Half an hour later.

Zhao Yingjun, three vice presidents, and Lin Xian got on an Alpha business car and came to the Donghai City Funeral Home.

Get out of the car.

"Ok?"

Lin Xian looked at the group of trendy young people, men and women, standing in front of the funeral home. Each of them was holding a book with a beautiful cover in their arms.

What is going on?
Funeral home, trendy young people, best-selling books, Xu Yun's memorial service... these don't seem like a good combination at all.

"What's going on over there?"

A vice president also noticed the strange sight.

To say these young people were here for a memorial service...it didn't look like that at all.

You say you're here to chase stars, but this is a funeral home, what stars are there to chase?

unless……

Lin Xian thought of a possibility.

He walked over and got closer.

Now I can see it clearly.

These young people are holding the same book in their hands. The title of the book is "Broken Bridge", a very famous mystery novel.

Lin Xian also read this book when he was in college. It was very interesting. I heard that it was later adapted into a movie by Hollywood, with many big names starring in it.

Since these book fans are waiting here with great anticipation...

There is no doubt that he is here to meet the author of this book.

However, in Lin Xian's impression, the author of this book seemed to be a very young boy. When Lin Xian first read this novel, there was a slogan on the cover that read "Dragon Country's Genius Detective Novelist", but Lin Xian did not pay attention to the author's name and only remembered the title of the book.

"Oh, these should be Ji Lin's fans. They are probably waiting for Ji Lin here."

Another vice president next to him said.

"Ji Lin?"

This should be the name of the author of the book. Lin Xian turned his head and looked at the vice president:
"Have you read his book, too?"

"I haven't read the book." The vice president smiled and continued:
"But Ji Lin is more than just a best-selling author... You may not have paid attention to the entertainment news. The movie of the same name adapted from his original novel Broken Bridge received multiple Oscar nominations."

"And he himself has also been nominated for the Best Screenplay Oscar and has a high chance of winning. Ji Lin's commercial value is still very high. He has good relationships with all the major Oscar directors and has a wide network of contacts."

"It's just... He usually keeps a low profile and doesn't often show up in public. He even has others accept awards ceremonies on his behalf. He rarely participates in domestic activities."

"I really don't know why he came all the way to attend Xu Yun's memorial service. Logically speaking, they are from completely different circles."

……

Although Lin Xian was not a stranger to Professor Xu Yun, he actually knew very little about his past private life. He had never heard him mention that he liked to read mystery novels or that he had a writer friend who was much older than him.

But since this famous screenwriter and genius mystery novelist returned to China specifically to attend Xu Yun’s memorial service…

Presumably, the two of them must have a very good relationship in private.

I don’t know what kind of relationship it is, it could be relatives, teacher-student, etc.

"Follow Lin Xian, it's our turn now."

Hearing Zhao Yingjun's urging, Lin Xian turned around and walked into the funeral home.

A group of five people came to the memorial service hall, which was filled with wreaths. In the middle of the hall, there was a gray photo of Xu Yun when he was alive.

The man in the photo was smiling brightly and was dressed neatly.

Lin Xian didn’t know when Xu Yun took this photo, but it was obviously quite old.

Not only did he look very young in the photo, but Lin Xian knew very well in his heart... Professor Xu Yun had not laughed so sincerely in many years.

He has always lived in criticism and denial.

After thirty years of hard work, Hedong achieved success and fame, but what greeted him was not flowers and applause, but wreaths in the mourning hall.

It's a pity.

"A bow!"

Lin Xian followed the vice president and Zhao Yingjun in front of him and lowered his head to mourn with deep emotion.

He watched the news in the morning.

The two murderers who hit and killed Xu Yun are still being hunted, and we are actively soliciting clues from the public.

Not to mention catching the person, even the two cars have not been found so far. It’s as if they disappeared out of thin air.

This surprised Lin Xian and he was also shocked by the capabilities of the Donghai police.

In a modern city like Donghai, where there are cameras everywhere, how could they not even find two cars?

It's unbelievable.

"Two bows!"

Lin Xian glanced at Xu Yun who was laughing heartily in the gray photo, then bent down again and bowed his head.

In fact, he still felt very guilty towards Xu Yun and Xu Yiyi.

Although everyone said that it was not his responsibility and it was not his fault.

But he knew it clearly in his heart.

Xu Yun’s death is closely related to his own rewriting of the future.

That dancing butterfly of time and space...it flapped its wings and changed the world, rewrote the future, and also changed Xu Yun's destiny.

Lin Xian didn't know what he could do for Xu Yun or how he could be of help.

Perhaps the only thing he can do is...

Just find a way to find the murderer who killed Xu Yun and bring him to justice. Then take care of Xu Yiyi and make sure she can sleep in the hibernation cabin as promised.

That's it.

"Three bows!"

Lin Xian closed his eyes and bent down again...

But at this moment.

The group of Ji Lin's fans who were waiting quietly outside suddenly started chattering loudly, and were very excited!
Separated by a door.

Funeral music was playing in Xu Yun's mourning hall.

But outside the door, there was another scene of cheering and excitement.

Lin Xian frowned and turned away.

I saw the electric door of a black business car open.

A young boy with curly hair, dull eyes, fair skin and a listless look poked his head out.

He and Lin Xian looked at each other.

Half-open eyes...