A sickly bamboo horse dressed as a villain

In the Bentley driving, Lin Zirui sat on the back of the chair, his eyes fell on the simple name on the business card in his hand, and he whispered as if chewing: "Qiao Wen! I am more interesting than the newspaper."

His slender fingers rubbed the two words, put away the business card, raised his head and said in a low voice: "A Fei, did you hide a lot from me about the Kowloon Walled City?"

Qin Yunfei said: "Jeffrey, I have told you everything that happened in the Walled City."

"Really? Then why didn't you tell me about Awen in detail?"

Qin Yunfei was slightly taken aback, and said: "He's not from the gang, we don't have much friendship, and we don't know him well. When I left, he was young and in poor health. I didn't expect him to achieve what he is now."

Lin Zirui chuckled, leaned forward, pinched the back of his neck lightly with his left hand, and said, "A Fei, I don't like people deliberately lying to me."

Such a touch made Qin Yunfei sit up stiffly. He coughed lightly and said, "I'm not lying."

Lin Zirui leaned behind his ear, and said word by word: "You only talked about Liang Zai Nan's deeds, but as far as I know, Qiao Wen is indispensable in any major event that Liang Zai Nan does. Do you really not understand, or do you not want to?" tell me?"

"Jeffrey, I really don't understand."

Lin Zirui smiled lightly, withdrew his hand and said, "A frail and sickly young man in the slums has become a big boss in Hong Kong in just a few years, and he seems to be involved in the death of several big men, that's really interesting. "

Qin Yunfei tentatively said, "He probably loves to read and has a smarter mind."

Lin Zirui smiled thoughtfully: "Well, I just like smart people, especially good-looking smart people."

After returning, Qiao Wen carefully checked the relationship between Lin Zirui's grandfather and Bai Runze. Although the Zhong family is now in decline and was annexed by the Lin family, 20 years ago it was a wealthy family in the Hong Kong city that would cause earthquakes if they stomped their feet.Bai Runze came to Hong Kong City after the war, and his life was once poor. It was Mr. Zhong who provided him with a place to live, sponsored him to open a film company, and made a comeback.

At that time, the film industry moved to the south, and the filmmakers headed by Bai Runze expanded their territory in this small area, laying the foundation for the rapid development of the film industry in Hong Kong City, and also made him a leading figure in the industry.

Lin Zirui was Mr. Zhong's only grandson, and Qiao Wen hardly had to worry about him being the lobbyist.It's just that I'm not sure how to thank others after it's done.

Sure enough, two days later, Qiao Wen received a call from Mr. Bai himself, wanting to come to his office to discuss the award ceremony in detail, but Qiao Wen was disrespectful and greeted him at the door in person.

"Mr. Qiao, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Bai Runze changed his previous indifferent and arrogant attitude, and became very approachable.

Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and said, "Grandma Bai, you're being polite, just call me Awen."

"Okay, Ah Wen." Bai Runze walked into the office with him, sat down on the sofa, and looked around at the simple furnishings and decorations in the room. Except for the filing cabinet, which is just a shelf of books, there are several hangings on the other wall. Stills from the subsidiary company, and a group photo of Chen Jiaban.

This office without any smell of copper obviously satisfied the old man.

Qiao Wen didn't call the secretary, and made a cup of tea for the old man himself: "Old Bo, please drink tea."

Bai Runze took the teacup, flicked the tea with the lid, took a sip, and nodded: "Longjing after the rain, it tastes good."

Qiao Wen sat on the other side of the sofa, keeping a polite distance, and said, "Boss Bai is here, Ah Wen is really flattered."

Bai Runze put down his teacup, waved his hands and said, "It's needless to say the polite words. It's true that I misunderstood you earlier. Fortunately, Jeffery told me your plan in detail. Your idea is indeed good, not what I thought before Going for fame."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "After all, we benefit from the film, so we want to do something for the entire industry."

Bai Runze nodded: "That's right, film awards in Europe and the United States have been developed for many years and have become industry benchmarks. The number of films we produce each year is already among the top in the world. We really need an award of our own. We can determine the standards by ourselves, and we can Support unpopular good films, rather than blindly seeking to sell money."

"Well, for many art films, it is difficult to get a box office. As a result, fewer and fewer people are filming. If there is an award to affirm them, then more directors and actors will devote themselves to art."

"Okay, I will be the initiator and chairman of the judging committee for the first session. Although I can't guarantee how many people can be called to participate, Bai will do his best."

Qiao Wen stood up: "Old Bo, thank you so much, I thank you on behalf of all Hong Kong filmmakers."

Bai Runze waved his hand: "That's not necessary. Nowadays, filmmakers in this city are all for fame and fortune. If you think about the development of the film industry like you, it's hard to find even if you hold a lantern. So it's hard for me, an old man, not to support it. .By the way," he asked as if remembering something, "Have you thought of a name for this movie award yet?"

Originally, Qiao Wen wanted to copy the real world to win a gold statue award, but when the old man mentioned this, he immediately changed his mind and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, I wonder if Elder Bo has any good suggestions?"

Bai Runze looked at the photo of Chen Jianan leading a group of martial artists on the wall, and said, "This is an award for us Chinese, and we Chinese are descendants of the dragon, so why not call it the Golden Dragon Award."

Qiao Wen nodded cooperatively: "Good idea, then it's settled."

Bai Runze smiled, stood up and said, "That's it for now, you all prepare well, I'll call people."

Qiao Wen saw off the contented old man, returned to the office, sat on the executive chair, and took out Lin Zirui's business card from the business card holder. There were two numbers on the business card, one for office and one for personal. He raised his wrist and looked at it. At the end of the day, thinking that the other party should not be off work, he dialed the office number first.

"Hi, hello!" A man's gentle voice came from the phone.

Qiao Wen said, "Jeffrey, I'm Qiao Wen."

"Awen?" The other end chuckled with obvious pleasure, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wen said: "Mr. Bai has agreed to help us with the film awards, thank you for your help."

Lin Zirui smiled and said, "I just passed on your thoughts to Elder Bai, and I didn't do anything. Ah Wen doesn't need to be so polite with me. If you really want to thank you, why don't you go out and have a meal together."

Qiao Wen nodded: "That is necessary. When Jeffrey has time, Anan and I will treat you to dinner."

Lin Zirui said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. I happen to have time tonight, so why not just tonight."

Qiao Wen checked the calendar. Chen Jianan was going to direct the night show today, he frowned and said, "Ah Nan has work on the set tonight, so I can only invite you."

Lin Zirui chuckled lightly: "It's okay, there is still a chance to turn around, and I'm not afraid that I won't be able to eat Liang Zinan's meal."

"That's it, I'll let you know the restaurant."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, we can just go to the Furong Teahouse, and we can help Uncle Zihui take care of the business."

"Alright, I haven't been to Furong Tea House for a while, maybe I can bump into Zihui."

The two of them made an appointment at eight o'clock, Qiao Wen was polite, and moved 10 minutes earlier, not wanting to arrive at the Furong Tea Room, Lin Zirui's car also arrived just in time.

"Awen!" Lin Zirui got out of the car.

Qiao Wen turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes fell on the smiling face, and he still couldn't help being slightly startled.Even if his reason told him that this person had nothing to do with Lin Nan, he still couldn't remain indifferent when he saw such a similar face.

He took a deep breath and responded with a smile: "Are you here so early?"

Lin Zirui raised his hand to look at his wristwatch and said, "Fortunately, it's just 10 minutes early."

Qiao Wen: "Go, go in."

Now that Lin Zihui is a big boss who manages a lot of things every day, he will naturally not come to the tea restaurant to help with work, and it is appointed that he will not be able to meet him tonight.

The two chose a booth on the second floor facing the window.

Qiao Wen asked the waiter to bring the menu, and said, "Has Jeffrey eaten at this restaurant before?"

Lin Zirui nodded: "Many years ago, I came back from England to eat once during the summer vacation, but unfortunately I never had the chance again."

Qiao Wen said: "The refreshments here are really good."

Lin Zirui looked at him with a smile and said, "You should be very familiar with it, why don't you recommend a few for me."

Qiao Wen said with a smile, "Then I'll order."

He ordered seven or eight snacks in one go before returning the menu to the waiter.

Lin Zirui looked around and said, "By the way, I heard from Zihui that my father encountered a killer here, thanks to Anan's rescue."

Qiao Wen nodded and said with a smile, "It can be considered a coincidence."

"Although my father is no longer here, I still have to thank Anan in the future."

Qiao Wen: "More than four years have passed, so Jeffrey doesn't need to keep it in his heart."

"Yes, I have been abroad since I was a child, and I have lived abroad all year round. I don't have many friends in Hong Kong City. It's rare to get along with you."

Qiao Wen looked at him calmly, and he really wanted to tell himself not to get too close to this person, because with such a face on his face, he would make him lose his ability to judge.

"What's the matter? Ah Wen." Lin Zirui noticed his expression and said with a smile, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that when you look at me, you seem to be looking at an old friend. Could it be that we actually knew each other before?"

Qiao Wen nodded with a smile: "To be honest, you do look a lot like an old friend of mine."

"Oh? Really?" Lin Zirui raised his eyebrows, "What kind of person is he?"

Qiao Wen said: "He is a very good friend."

"Where is it now?"

Qiao Wen: "He...is no longer alive."

Lin Zirui was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "That's really a pity."

Qiao Wen changed the subject with a smile: "By the way, Jeffrey, you just came back to take over Lin's, are you still used to it?"

Lin Zirui nodded: "My father takes care of the Lin family well. Except for being a little busy, everything else is fine."

Qiao Wen said: "Zihui said earlier that you have no intention of doing business, so you have only been abroad for many years, and he was worried that you would not be used to it when you came back."

Lin Zirui curled the corner of his mouth: "I'm really not interested in my father's business. How should I put it? It's too boring. I'm more adventurous by nature." He wrinkled his nose, moved forward slightly, and looked at Qiao Wen said word by word, "I think Ah Wen should be the same as me."

When Qiao Wen met those pitch-black eyes, he felt a little bottomless, which made him suddenly realize, and then smiled calmly: "Jeffrey misunderstood, I prefer to be steady and steady."