A sickly bamboo horse dressed as a villain

"Zihui, are you okay?" After Lin Zihui came back from the entrance, Qiao Wen had already recovered from the shock of seeing Lin Zirui, he raised his head and asked casually.

Lin Zihui sat down, greeted the servant to serve tea, nodded and said: "It has been more than four months since I knew my father was ill. The doctor told me from the very beginning that it was an incurable disease, so I was actually mentally prepared for it. , but I still can’t bear to see people gone.” He took a deep breath and forced a smile, “But I’ve been much better these days, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

Chen Jianan was afraid to pat him on the shoulder, and said, "Zihui, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, and there is no difficulty in life. You still have uncle, and friends like Xiao Qiao and me."

Qiao Wen glanced at him with a faint smile, thinking that this guy usually pinches Lin Zihui when he meets him, so he is quite measured, obviously he has already regarded him as a true friend.

Lin Zihui showed gratitude and nodded with a smile: "Well, I'm fine, thank you."

Qiao Wen picked up the tea made by the servant, took a sip, thought for a while, and asked calmly: "By the way, Zihui, I haven't heard you mention your elder brother before, and I thought you were not close. It seems to be pretty good."

Lin Zihui smiled lightly and said: "Actually, my eldest brother and I have never met each other. He has been studying abroad since he was 12 years old. He has been abroad and has little time to return to Hong Kong. My father has never allowed me to be with the Lin family. Although I knew there was such a brother, I didn’t formally deal with him until my father died of illness and he returned to China to take over the Lin family.” He paused slightly, and said in a relieved tone, “I thought he was just like Mrs. Lin. He disliked me, but he didn’t expect him to let me attend the funeral as the second son, and let me hold the coffin to see Dad off. To be honest, I’m really grateful to him.”

Chen Jianan said loudly: "How can you say that you are all brothers, and besides, your father didn't leave you a penny, and your elder brother doesn't have to worry about you sharing the property, so there is no need to guard against you."

Qiao Wen: "..." Although it was such a thing, it was still not nice to say it out, so he decided to take back the "proper" evaluation of him just now.

Fortunately, Lin Zihui didn't care about it, and even took it quite seriously. He smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, I think my elder brother is quite a nice person, but my father told me not to get too close to the Lin family before he died. It’s not easy to rush to make friends with people.”

Qiao Wen remembered what Lin Zhaoming had said in the ward that day. He had indeed told his youngest son very seriously to let him live his own life in the future and keep a distance from the Lin family.

But Lin Zihui is also surnamed Lin, even if Mrs. Lin can't tolerate him, Lin Zirui is still his father's brother.Logically speaking, all fathers hope that their sons will be respectful, not to mention that Lin Zhaoming has only two sons. In order to reduce disputes, he did not pay Lin Zihui a penny. It can be said that he is absolutely biased towards the eldest son, which is impossible. In the event of any dispute over production, there is really no need to specifically tell the youngest son to stay away from the Lin family.

Thinking of Lin Zirui, who looks almost exactly like Lin Nan, Qiao Wen frowned, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, your father and his wife only have one son, and sooner or later the family business will belong to your elder brother, but you have to take over the huge family business." Lin’s family, it didn’t happen overnight, why didn’t your father let him go home and join the company after your eldest brother graduated, but let him stay abroad?”

On the other hand, Lin Zihui, an illegitimate son, although he always said that he was wearing the aura of a male lead, and he had been hanging out all the way. In just a few years, he has become a well-ranked young talent in the city, a rising star, but in fact, if Lin Zhaoming did not carefully cultivate his back With help, Lin Zihui would definitely not achieve what he is now.It was the eldest son's turn to take over, but Lin Zhaoming let himself go, which is really unreasonable.

Or is it that Lin Zhaoming is too enlightened and doting on his eldest son?

Lin Zihui shook his head and said: "I don't know about this either. My father rarely tells me about his family affairs. I heard that my elder brother is not very interested in doing business, so he has been staying abroad. Now that my father passed away I had to go home and inherit the family business."

Qiao Wen nodded thoughtfully: "I see."

Chen Jianan, who was at the side, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "By the way, did your cheap uncle surnamed Zhong come back?"

Lin Zihui knew that he was referring to his father's brother-in-law Zhong Kaiwen. After the merger of Lin's and Zhong's, Zhong Kaiwen, a shareholder, left the country.Now that his father has passed away, this man has indeed returned to Hong Kong City.

He frowned and nodded, "That's right, I attended the funeral this time." He suddenly remembered something, raised his head and looked at Qiao Wen with wide eyes, "Awen, you said that this person wanted to kill my father at the beginning. Annexing Lin's property, now that my elder brother takes over Lin, will he be detrimental to my elder brother?"

Qiao Wen smiled: "You really have the self-consciousness of being a brother. But in my opinion, your elder brother is different from your father. He and Zhong Kaiwen are uncles and nephews. Zhong Kaiwen has no children himself, so he should not harm you for money. Brother."

Lin Zihui was still worried: "But my elder brother is not interested in doing business. If Zhong Kaiwen takes over the power of the company and harms my father's hard work, it will not be good."

Qiao Wen said: "Zihui, you forgot what your father told you to stay away from the Lin family and the Zhong family. What happens to them is their own business and has nothing to do with you. Just live your own life."

Lin Zihui nodded and said in frustration, "You're right."

Looking at his obviously disappointed expression, Qiao Wen actually understands his psychology. After all, his surname is Lin, and he grew up alone. Now that his father has passed away, it is not surprising that he wants to befriend his closest brother by blood.

"By the way," Lin Zihui said as if remembering something, "I heard that you are planning to create a film award?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "That's right, our movie box office is doing well now, and we have indeed made a lot of money. We just want to do something to promote the healthy development of the entire industry."

Lin Zihui also likes movies quite a bit. Hearing what he said, he nodded in agreement: "I support you all. If you need help, just ask."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "Sponsorship, Boss Lin will definitely not be able to escape."

"It should be."

The three gossiped for a while, said goodbye and left after dinner.

Regarding the film award, it is indeed an important task for Qiao Wen at the moment.

This world is similar to the real world. In the past few years, the film industry has developed rapidly, and both black and white are sharing the pie. Every year, new film companies spring up like mushrooms, causing chaos in the industry, and the quality of films varies.Because there are no formal awards, there are naturally no formal judging criteria, and many good films have been buried.

Movies are culture as well as art, so we can't just focus on box office and making money. He came to this world, and in this line of work, he has to pursue higher pursuits besides making money.What he refers to is the real-world Academy Awards, the 30-year golden age of Hong Kong films, and this award is a symbol of Eastern Hollywood.

Today, they are the founders of Wennan Films.

It's just that the film circle is like a mess now, with all kinds of open and secret fights, grievances and hatreds, and they can't finish talking for days and nights. Wennan is also a thorn in the flesh of many people. It is really not easy to gather filmmakers. thing.

First of all, several leading figures in the industry must be invited as sponsors and organizing committees. Only in this way can they have credibility and major film companies are willing to participate.

Recently, Qiao Wen has been visiting some of the most influential figures in the circle.Two of them have already been negotiated, but the one with the most status has not been able to negotiate.

This boss is called Bai Zerun, who was once a popular star. From the great Shanghai of the Republic of China to the Hong Kong city of the 60s, he has filmed dozens of movies and left many well-known masterpieces. He is well-deserved in the history of Chinese film development. representatives.Retired for more than ten years, belonged to people who are not in the arena, but there are always legendary figures in the arena. People often ask him to come out with a lot of money, but they are all rejected. He only publishes movie reviews in newspapers, and from time to time criticizes the impetuousness of the current film industry. wind.

Qiao Wen had asked Tang Xingwei to contact this old man before, but when the other party heard what they wanted to do, he scolded his head and face on the phone, saying that they were trying to gain fame and so on, and then hung up the phone angrily, making Tang Xingwei want to Cry without tears.

Qiao Wen had heard that Bai Zerun had a bad temper, but he didn't care. He decided to find an opportunity to meet him in person and discuss it slowly.

With his current ability, it is not difficult to find Mr. Bo, but it is not easy to go directly to the door. He can only save the country first, and then find an opportunity to get to know someone.

The opportunity came soon. It turned out that this old Mr. Bai loved to play tennis most of the time. He was over 60 years old and still went to the tennis court to play two or three games a week.

Qiao Wen's weak body can't help it, but Chen Jianan was caught by Kuo Tai's godmother and sister-in-law every now and then, and he had developed a good skill, so he had to make the best use of it.

This golf course is a membership system, and only celebrities come and go. On weekday afternoons, it was relatively quiet. The two found a venue and played for fun while waiting for Mr. Bai to come in.

It was almost as expected, but about twenty minutes later, Bai Runze came in with a young man carrying a racket.

Seeing this, Qiao Wen pretended to rest, and sat with Chen Jianan in the stands on both sides to watch them fight.

Chen Jianan has a restless temper. Every time he sees a good shot, he can't help applauding, and he sighs when he sees a mistake. He is a very dedicated audience.

After watching like this for a while, the young man on the opposite side was defeated first and waved his hand to rest.

Bai Zerun said dissatisfiedly: "How can you be so weak at such a young age! Come again!"

"Uncle, how can I compare with you? No, I have to rest for a while."

It turned out to be two uncles and nephews. The elder nephew looked very gentle, and guessed that he was arrested by his uncle.

Seeing his nephew running away, Bai Runze groaned in dissatisfaction, and his eyes fell on the bench opposite. Chen Jianan, who seemed to be full of vigor, waved at them: "Young boy, play a game with me."

Chen Jianan got up and said loudly: "Old man, don't be angry if you lose!"

Bai Runze said: "Playing basketball is about strengthening your body, winning or losing is not important. But you are a young man with a strong tone. Let me see if you are really capable."

Chen Jianan ran into the field with a racket in his hand.

Qiao Wen raised his brows, it was really useful to bring this guy.

This old Mr. Bai said that winning or losing is not important, but he is obviously a victorious master. He is a big killer when he kicks off the ball. The strength and speed are really not what he can have at this age. Chen Canaan is very difficult to cope with it.

Qiao Wen was watching enthusiastically, when suddenly a person sat down beside him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and what he saw was an extremely familiar face.

"Hi, Mr. Qiao, are you here to play?" Lin Zirui looked at him and smiled lightly.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

Because this person appeared so unexpectedly, Qiao Wen was a little stumped for a while.