I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Li Zijian fluently reported Lu Jian's current address.

"Correct."

Lu Bian responded.

"Okay, I got it, then I won't disturb Mr. Lu for your rest."

The other party hung up the phone.

Lu Bian stood on the balcony, listening to the melody of the classic Spring Festival Gala songs coming from the room, feeling a little dazed for a while.

Let's not discuss why the other party can get their account number, identity, and address information. In the Internet age, privacy is fundamentally vulnerable to capital. Just spend some money to investigate the real-name authentication information of the old video network, and then find a real estate agency. You can find these by looking up the rental information for the corresponding ID card.

Lu Bian was concerned about something else.

He picked up his phone, searched for Song Yunyan's news, and at the same time compared the pictures of the old newspapers he had downloaded.

Then Lu Bian realized that he had indeed been negligent.

The reports of that year focused on the death of Du Danping, mentioning that there were five people at the time, but it did not say that Song Yunyan was also killed at the same time.

So, although Song Yunyan was present at the time, she was not burned to death by the fire?

She is the daughter of the former chairman of Jiangcheng Industry, and now she has inherited her father's business and has become a female president?

"Did Song Yunyan come to me after seeing me exploring the Jiangcheng Grand Theater and Du Danping playing?"

Lu Bian probably figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Fortunately, I didn't put out the picture of smashing the head of Du Danping's undead. Otherwise, will Song Yunyan throw me to ashes?"

He had some hindsight.

"Or, Song Yunyan is indeed dead, and the current 'Song Yunyan' is actually something disguised as her?"

Another possibility came to mind.

"Forget it, these troubles are left to tomorrow's self, sleep!"

Lu Bian decided not to worry about it.

He lay on the chair and fell into a sound sleep amid the singing of "Gong Xi Fa Cai".

The next day, eight o'clock.

Lu Bian woke up on time, and the song in his ears continued.

"Running forward, facing indifference and ridicule, how can you feel the vastness of life without suffering?"

He glanced at the bed, Qin Tian was sleeping like a dead pig, standing still.

Lu Bian sat up to wash up, changed his clothes and went out to buy breakfast.

Two drawers of xiaolongbao, two bowls of soy milk, and four fried dough sticks were all packed back.

When he got home, Qin Tiancai just got out of bed, and he looked half asleep and half awake, unable to open his eyes.

Lu Bian put breakfast on the living room table, thought about the methods he saw before to increase the number of fans, and decided to establish his own personality.

If you want to establish a personality, you can't be too deliberate, you need to do it casually.

So he picked up his mobile phone, took a photo of breakfast, and posted an update on the old video network.

[Did you sleep well last night, let's get up and have breakfast! 】

Such a positive dynamic is sure to inspire people!

As soon as Lu Bian put down his phone and opened the take-out box, the dynamic prompt vibrated.

He dipped fried dough sticks in soy milk with chopsticks in one hand, and flipped through the comments with the other.

[It's all TM's fault for your video, which kept me awake all night! 】

【Is this breakfast a hell breakfast brought from somewhere? 】

[Wait, look carefully, is there a human head in this soy milk? 】

[Grass, are you here in the early morning to take revenge on society? 】

【Soy milk must be salty! 】

[Go, can you drink salty soy milk? 】

Miscellaneous comments popped up in just a few minutes.

Lu Bian has nearly [-] fans. On the old video network, he is considered a small UP with his own circle.

"Is there a problem with the photo?"

Lu Bian saw the comment and clicked on the photo to zoom in and take a closer look.

He saw that there was indeed a human face reflected in the soy milk!A face that does not belong to Lu Bian.

"Don't stand, eat quickly."

Seeing Qin Tiantian in the reflection of the phone, Lu Bian raised his head and urged.

"Sleep well. Your bed is really interesting. I've never slept so comfortably at home."

Qin Tiantian stretched out like a cat, and sat opposite Lu Bian at an angle where he couldn't see anything.

"I'm going out in a while, you go home quickly."

Lu Bian asked.

Shouldn't this woman want to rub the bed?

At most, his bed will be rubbed by the puppet cat with sea blue eyes, woman, roll as far as you can!

"Go back, of course! I'll leave when you go out."

Qin Tiantian yawned, picked up his chopsticks and started to eat breakfast.

The two of them finished breakfast without any conversation while looking at their mobile phones.

After cleaning up for a while, at exactly ten o'clock, Lu Bian's cell phone rang.

It's yesterday's number.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I have come downstairs to you and the car is ready."

Lu Bian responded and glanced downstairs outside the window.

Dude, is this an extended version of that luxury car? .

On the side, Qin Tiantian, who followed and looked down, also saw the black luxury car that was out of tune with the surrounding environment of the community.

"Wow, is your family a hidden rich second generation?"

As he spoke, he hummed a little tune.

"you shut up."

Lu Bian, who was about to get into the black limousine, didn't want to hear the woman sing.

Ask for a ticket!

===034. He is playing===

The office building of Jiangcheng Industrial is located in the downtown area of ​​Jiangcheng, just next to the most prosperous old street. The tower stands with a sign hanging on it, which is very conspicuous.

It is said to be an industry, but since the last generation of directors, the company has switched to real estate. Taking advantage of the waves of precise investment at the end of the last century and the beginning of this century, it has made a lot of profits. Now Jiangcheng Industry is a real estate. company.

It is precisely because of this that Jiangcheng Industry was able to buy the Jiangcheng Grand Theater and its surrounding area. It has not been developed for so many years, which really seems to have deep pockets.

Lu Bian had never seen such a big scene, he sat in the car, motionless.

I tried to ask Li Zijian, the secretary who seemed to be about the same age as him, but the other party only knew that he was looking for Lu Bian, and other than that, he didn't know anything.

Lu Bian recalled Song Yunyan's resume. After the fire, she became secluded and calm. After taking over the business, she relied on accurate judgment to complete the investment several times. When the power struggle within the company is like opening a plug-in to predict the future.

However, Song Yunyan has never been married, and now she is more than 40 years old. I don't know who the successor of Jiangcheng Industry will be.

I can't be the one who is attracted by the female president and wants to be adopted as a foster child, right?

Then a group of little aunties about the same age came down, vying to teach Lu Ban how to drive a big truck?

joke!

While thinking wildly, Lu Bian had already arrived at the door of the chairman's office.

"Please."

Li Zijian opened the door and led Lujian into the house.

The house is very bright and bright, with the floor-to-ceiling windows showing the river view, continuously facing the south, and you can see the picture of the Lingjiang that runs through Jiangcheng and disappears on the other side of the horizon.

The field of vision is wide, and in ordinary movies, it is necessary to be taken care of by snipers.

In the huge office, there is still a piano for some reason. When Lu Bian saw the piano, he was a little hesitant.

Because this piano is exactly the same as what he saw at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater that night!

On the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, behind a well-made solid wood desk, sat a capable woman.

Lu Bian recognized it at a glance, it was Song Yunyan.

She was the same as the woman in red that Lu Han had seen in the theater that night on the news, only a little less youthful and a little more weathered.

The years left traces in the corners of her eyes, but they did not erase her charm. Even though she might be two rounds older than Lu Jian, Song Yunyan was indeed a beautiful woman.

"Please sit down."

There was a sense of depression in her voice, and when Lu Tian sat down, she motioned for the secretary to leave.

Only she and Lu Bian were left in the office.

"This piano is the same style that Dan Ping used. I put it here to remind myself."

Song Yunyan noticed Lu Bian's gaze, explained a sentence, and then spoke again.

"I watched your video, the last scene, not special effects, but what really happened, right?"

"Yes."