A sickly bamboo horse dressed as a villain

Lin Zhaoming is one of the top ten richest men in the city, and he can be regarded as a well-known big shot. Although he is low-key and even somewhat mysterious, the reporter always has the ability to penetrate into every corner. His serious illness quickly spread like wildfire. There are news reports at both ends of the day.

Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan didn't receive any calls from Lin Zihui again, so they didn't need their help, so they didn't want to rush to visit the hospital again.

All the news about Lin Zhaoming and the Lin Group can only be learned from the newspapers.

——"Business King" Lin Zhaoming was terminally ill and was admitted to the hospital in critical condition. The mysterious prince returned to China to take the helm of the Lin family.

Qiao Wen looked at the news on the front page of the newspaper in his hand. It was accompanied by a photo. In the photo was a black Mercedes, but the brown windows were closed tightly, and only a blurry figure in the rear seat could be seen. The blurry figure is probably the mysterious prince of the Lin family mentioned in the report.

Lin Zhaoming and his wife have only one son, who is the rumored Prince Lin. He studied abroad since he was a child, and has been living in Europe since then. Not to mention the media, even Lin Zihui doesn't know much about it.Now that Lin Zhaoming is critically ill and the Lin family has changed hands, the media are naturally full of interest in this mysterious prince.

Chen Jianan came over with a can of soda, leaned against Qiao Wen, and fed him a mouthful. He glanced down at the news headline and said, "I don't know what happened to Zihui's father?"

After he finished speaking, the phone next to him rang, and he answered it casually.

"Well, okay, I'll tell Joe."

"My condolences."

After hanging up the phone, Liangzi Nan looked at Qiao Wen sullenly.

"Zihui called?" Qiao Wen knew what happened without trying to guess.

Chen Jianan nodded: "Zihui's father died of illness this morning, and tomorrow we will start a three-day coffin. Zihui said that Mrs. Lin did not allow him to participate in the funeral, but fortunately his elder brother agreed to let him participate as the youngest son."

Qiao Wen said thoughtfully after hearing the words: "It seems that his elder brother is quite sensible. In this way, Zihui can be regarded as sending his father off for the last time, and he has no regrets."

Chen Jianan said: "Then I will ask someone to prepare a wreath, and we will go to mourn tomorrow."

Qiao Wen nodded: "Yes."

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gloomy and it began to drizzle.

Although the Lin family was small in number, Lin Zhaoming made many friends during his lifetime, and there was an endless stream of people who came to the funeral home to express their condolences.Chen Jianan and Qiao Wen were wearing black suits, each holding a wreath and a handful of white chrysanthemums, and followed the crowd of condolences.

After placing the wreath at the door, the two entered the mourning hall with mourning and joy.Lin Zhaoming's coffin is placed in the center, with a large black and white photo of him in front of him.Originally, Qiao Wen always thought that this big boss was too deep in the city, but now looking at this slightly smiling photo, he realized that he is actually an ordinary middle-aged man, and he is even kind.

A man who could give birth to an upright and pure son like Lin Zihui would not be such a treacherous and evil father.

After presenting white chrysanthemums, bowing and offering incense, the two walked to the family members next to them and said "sorry".

There are only a few members of the family, and when they see someone coming, they bow their heads and salute.

The middle-aged woman in the front row, dressed in plain clothes but with a rich and graceful appearance, should be Mrs. Lin.Lin Zihui was standing behind the lady on the left. Originally, Qiao Wen was focusing on his good friend, but his eyes had to fall on the man in front of him first.

The man stood side by side with Mrs. Lin, wearing a black suit and a white cloth behind him. After bowing his head, he slowly raised his head, as if he met Qiao Wen's startled eyes inadvertently.

Qiao Wen had to be stunned.

The last time he saw this face was almost seven years ago, but after more than 20 years of getting along, even after another 70 years, he would never forget this face.

This is Lin Nan's face, but the man in front of him cannot be called exactly the same as Lin Nan, because the expressions and eyes are different - of course, it may be because of being in the mourning hall.

Seeing a long-lost old friend in another world for the first time, even if it was just a similar face, Qiao Wen couldn't remain calm and normal. He only felt his heart beating faster, his blood churning, and his originally flexible brain suddenly became chaotic, and he lost the ability to think instantly.

It was Chen Jianan who reminded him in a low voice beside him: "Little Qiao!"

Qiao Wen returned to his senses, nodded to the members of the Lin family, and couldn't help but glance at that familiar face, who also nodded slightly to him.

Qiao Wencai suppressed his astonishment and left with Chen Jianan.

"What happened just now?"

Although Chen Jianan's mind was as rough as a bowl, he was always sensitive to Qiao Wen's emotions. He naturally noticed his gaffe in the mourning hall before, and couldn't help asking in a low voice after he went out.

Qiao Wen's heart was still beating wildly. He turned his head to look at him, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, but the thought of people dying like a lamp goes out makes me feel a little heavy."

Hearing what he said, Chen Jianan sighed old-fashionedly, and said, "So we have to cherish the days we are alive."

Qiao Wen hummed, as if remembering something, and said: "Especially you, when you make movies in the future, don't design too dangerous moves, every time you design it, you have to try it yourself first. I know you put a lot of effort into making movies, But if something happens, it will be too late to regret.”

Chen Jianan chuckled, and said indifferently: "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

"Of course it's easy to say." After a pause, he added, "In the future, report dangerous actions to me in advance, and I can only do it with my approval."

Chen Jianan put his arms around his shoulders and said, "I know Xiao Qiao is the best for me, don't worry, I will definitely protect myself, and I will spend decades with you."

Qiao Wen glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, but his mind was still occupied by the face just now.

Of course he knew that the man just now was the eldest son of Lin Zhaoming, Lin Zirui, the heir of the Lin family as the media said.

Just why he and Lin Nan look almost exactly the same?

Did Lin Nan also come to this world, or is it simply a person who looks similar to Lin Nan?

Lin Nan!Lin Nan!

The last scene of the two of them many years ago came to Qiao Wen's mind. The giant truck hit him head-on, and Lin Nan tightly protected him behind him.When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Lin Nan's dilapidated body.

Lin Nan died saving him, which made him hard to let go of it for many years, and he could only dilute the guilt and pain by taking risks.

If Lin Zirui is really Lin Nan, it means that he is really living well in another world, then will he finally be able to bid farewell to the pain that has been dusty for many years?Is it possible to regain this brother who has been away for many years?

This thought made him almost excited and eager to know the truth.

However, now that the Lin family is having a funeral, he has no way to verify it. He can only wait for Lin Zhaoming's funeral before making plans.

In the next few days, Qiao Wen didn't care about work, collected newspapers about Lin Zirui everywhere, and asked Zhang Jiaming to help with the investigation.

However, there is very little news about Lin Zirui. We only know that he went to the UK to study at a boarding school at the age of 12. After getting a master's degree in economics from Oxford, he did not return to Hong Kong. He has been traveling in Europe. He is now 28 years old and has not yet married a wife and had children. , As for what he has done in these years, outsiders know nothing.

No wonder the media called him Lin's mysterious prince.

When Lin Zhaoming's funeral was over and the first seven days passed, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan were worried about Lin Zihui's condition, so they brought gifts to visit his home.

Lin Zihui now lives with his uncle in a new-style villa, not far from the Furong Tea Room, which is a typical location and residence of rich people.Lin Zihui is now living a decent life of a rich man.

The door was opened by a middle-aged maid in white clothes and black trousers.

"Awen Anan, are you here?"

Lin Zihui, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, saw the two people coming in, so he got up and waved.He was in pretty good condition, but he was a little thinner than before. Obviously, his father's death had hit him hard.

But Qiao Wen didn't pay much attention to him, because he saw another person sitting on the sofa.

When the two entered the door, the man had already stood up with Lin Zihui, looked at the two with a light smile, and said gently, "Zihui, your friend?"

Only then did Lin Zihui think of it and said, "Awen Anan, this is my elder brother Lin Zirui. Brother, this is my friend Awen Anan."

Looking at the long-lost face, Qiao Wen took a deep breath secretly to make himself look normal.He walked forward with Chen Jianan, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Lin!"

Lin Zirui shook hands with the two with a smile, and said politely: "Just call me Jeffrey, you are Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan from Wennan Films, right? I read your interview in the newspaper. "

He was tall and straight, with handsome features and well-defined outlines. He was dressed in formal attire with style and style. Perhaps because he lived in England for a long time, he had a natural British gentleman style.

If you leave out the almost identical appearance, this person does have a completely different temperament from Lin Nan.This is a typical noble son of Hong Kong Island who has received British education.

But Qiao Wen still took a little luck. He looked at him and said casually: "I heard that Mr. Lin lived in Europe before. I don't know if he has been to the Vincennes coffee estate in Reims, France. I heard that there is a coffee produced there. The coffee is delicious."

After he finished speaking, Chen Jianan on the side snorted and said, "Do you want to drink? Let's go later, I haven't been to Europe yet!"

Qiao Wen nodded perfunctorily, looked at Lin Zirui, and waited for his answer with a beating heart.

The coffee manor he mentioned was the place he had been to when he and Lin Nan gap backpacked.They had just graduated at that time, and when they were young and frivolous, they squandered all the way. When they came to Lance, they had little money left, so they worked part-time in the manor for a month together to collect enough travel expenses before going on the road.The two young masters, who were pampered and pampered since childhood, did hard work in the manor for the first time, just to earn a few hundred euros. It was definitely an unforgettable experience for the two of them. Later, they planned to return to Manor vacation, just no chance again.

He is not sure if there is such a coffee estate in this era, but if the man opposite is Lin Nan, he will definitely react when he hears the name.

However, Lin Zirui just frowned and thought for a while, obviously not thinking about anything, then smiled lightly and shook his head and said: "Although I have been to Lance, I have never heard of this coffee farm. If you have the opportunity to go to Lance again, you can give it a try.”

It really wasn't Lin Nan, Qiao Wen secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't know whether it was luck or disappointment.

He spread his hands and laughed: "I just heard about it by accident, and I don't know if it's someone else's nonsense."

Lin Zirui nodded, looked at him with a smile, turned his head and said, "Zihui, since your friend is here, I won't bother you, I will contact you later."

"Okay, brother, I'll take you out."

"No, you entertain your friends well."

Lin Zihui still sent him to the porch, watched the servant walk him to the gate of the courtyard, and then turned around and came back slowly.This illegitimate son who was not recognized by the Lin family as his ancestor was obviously very close to his half-brother.