Thriller Night Talk

At 7:19 p.m. on July 04th, Citigroup Western Time, the flight of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan landed at Fort Worth International Airport on time.

Before boarding the plane, Beiquan contacted Chen Dafa's lawyer, and the other party expressed that he was very happy that he was willing to return to the manor to see Mr. Chen for the last time, and said that he would arrange someone to pick him up.

The person in charge of picking up and driving the car was a tall and slightly fat African-American middle-aged man. He was full of air, bright and talkative, and very talkative.

He asked Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan to call him Will.

During the conversation, the two learned that Will was not a servant in the manor, but a driver temporarily hired by the lawyer from the town, and was only responsible for taking them to the place.

Will obviously didn't know anything about inheritance and heirs. He didn't even know about the news that Mr. Chen was seriously ill in bed. .

He told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that Mr. Chen's manor and house are very large, but in fact the people living there can be described as "very few".

"When Mr. Chen was still young, his family adopted many children, and there were not enough rooms to live in, and they had to be renovated every year. Because of the need to take care of the children, the family hired several nannies and maids, and it was very lively."

Will drove onto the interstate highway and said to the two while driving:

"But then the children grew up, so they stopped staying at his house, and the nannies also reached the age of retirement. There were fewer and fewer people, and the manor gradually fell into disrepair."

He sighed:

"Don't be surprised when you look at it later! It's such a big manor, and now the bushes are taller than people. From the outside, it looks like a forest!"

After finishing speaking, Will smiled and added:

"Hahaha, not long ago a film crew came to town, fell in love with Mr. Chen's mansion, and asked if we could make a horror movie!"

Will's joke was not funny at all, but Beiquan still laughed out of face.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that Bei Quan's English was very slick, and he had a typical Citigroup accent, so there was no flaw in his interpretation of a native Chinese.

"How do you speak English so well?"

Wei Fuyuan moved closer to Beiquan's ear, lowered his voice, and asked in Chinese.

Beiquan bent his eyes, smiled slightly, and replied softly, "Because I have enough time."

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He couldn't understand Beiquan's meaning for a while.

But there are outsiders in the car, so it is not appropriate to ask questions.

Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to write down the question silently, thinking of bringing it up another day.

Chen Dafa's estate is nearly [-] kilometers away from Fort Worth International Airport, and it takes a full three hours to drive.

Before leaving Huaguo, Zhu Ling helped Beiquan collect information in advance.

According to intelligence, Chen Dafa is 74 years old this year.

His ancestral home was in a small town on the southeast coast of China. At the age of 24, that is, 50 years ago, he took his wife and son to Citigroup and smuggled to Citigroup. He joined his uncle's family who was working in the west, and rented a small house in the suburbs. Lou, and opened a Chinese restaurant in town.

In the beginning, his restaurant had only a small shopfront.

I don't know whether it's because of Chen Dafa's outstanding craftsmanship or because of the exceptional Feng Shui of the store, but this humble Chinese restaurant is full of customers, and the business is very good every day.

Two years later, the small restaurant was expanded into a Chinese restaurant on the upper and lower floors, becoming the most popular dining place for the townspeople.

After saving his first pot of gold, Chen Dafa started to get involved in other industries.

He invested in farms, orchards, non-staple food processing factories, beverage factories and woolen mills, and gradually the plate spread bigger and bigger. In addition to Citigroup, the industry also extended to the Middle East and South America, and soon became a well-known local industrialist.

It’s just that unlike most big bosses who started to enjoy life after making money, Chen Dafa didn’t move into the city with his wife and children, but instead bought the small apartment where their family lived and the large wasteland around it, and turned it into a living space. It was converted into a manor and lived there for 50 years.

In the past 50 years, none of Chen Dafa's recorded investments have failed, and the industry under his name has also flourished. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is making money every day.

But compared with his enviable good fortune, Chen Dafa's relatives are so miserable that they can only be described as "the lone star of the evil spirit".

When his small restaurant business was booming and he decided to expand it into a restaurant, his uncle, who had been taking care of him a lot and helping him gain a foothold in Citigroup, was diagnosed with colon cancer at a young age, so he couldn’t see it with his own eyes. When I arrived at my nephew's new restaurant, I died forever.

After his uncle died, Chen Dafa not only took his aunt to live in his home, but also paid full tuition fees for his cousin who was going to college. From the perspective of outsiders, he was really kind and righteous.

It's a pity that only one year later, his cousin who was studying in college unfortunately drowned while going camping with his classmates, and his aunt also suffered from severe depression due to the successive deaths of her husband and son, and was sent to a mental hospital. After recuperating in the hospital, he committed suicide by jumping off the building while the nurse was not paying attention.

And so on for a while.

When Chen Dafa was 30 years old, his nine-year-old only son died of pneumonia.

Two years later, Chen Dafa and his wife had another child, still a boy.

But when the second son was four years old, his wife drove the child to the city for shopping, but encountered a car accident on the road. The car was crushed into pieces of paper by a large truck transporting timber, and neither mother nor child survived.

Since then, Chen Dafa has become a real loner. He was only 36 years old at the time.

This age is the most attractive time for men, and it is also the beginning of life's peak.

And Chen Dafa was already quite rich at that time, and he was also a celebrity in the whole town.

Everyone who knew him thought he would recover quickly from the shock, find a beautiful wife again, and have three or five healthy and lively children.

But they are all wrong.

Chen Dafa claims to have a deep-rooted love for his deceased wife, and he will never forget it. He is also deeply saddened by the untimely death of his two sons, and he does not plan to continue in a short time.

But at the same time, he also declared that because he likes children and needs company, he is willing to adopt orphans and let those homeless children live with him.

So Chen Dafa started his own way of adoption.

As far as Zhu Ling can find records, a total of 30 orphans have lived in Chen Dafa's manor over the past 21 years.

They were all boys, either adopted or fostered.

No matter what kind of relationship it is, Chen Dafa treats them equally and calls them "my children" to the outside world.

Beiquan's trip was in a hurry, and the time span was too long, and half a world away, so before they set off, Zhu Ling hadn't been able to find out the identities and whereabouts of all the 21 children.

However, if Chen Dafa's legal team is reliable, judging from the number of heirs to the estate, of the 21 children who have survived to this day, only four are left.

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, the driver Will parked the car in front of a manor.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan got out of the car.

Chen Dafa's manor is indeed quite big. The two stood at the gate looking left and right, and the railings were so long that they couldn't see the end at a glance.

But compared to "big", Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan's first impression of this manor was actually "very broken".

The carved railings are covered with dense climbing plants, and it is obvious that they have not been pruned for a long time. The new branches and dead leaves are intertwined, so dense that it is impossible to see the scene inside the wall.

"Well, it's really suitable for shooting ghost movies."

Bei Quan touched his chin and commented like this.

There are already people waiting at the gate of the manor.

It was a young white man in a suit who claimed to be an intern at a law firm and was responsible for taking them in.

While the three were talking, another car stopped in front of the manor.

A young man jumped out of the driver's seat.

The child was about 20 years old, and he was very beautiful. He had dark brown curly hair, brown eyes, a high nose bridge, full lips, and a few freckles scattered on his cheeks. He was about the same height as Beiquan, but taller than Beiquan. Even thinner.

The T-shirt he was wearing was a close-fitting style, and the trousers were also very tight, making his body look as thin as a hemp pole, as if he was about to fall down when the wind blows.

"Hello."

The tall and thin boy with brown hair and brown eyes showed a bright smile, walked straight towards the three of them, and stretched out his hand towards them.

"My name is Juan. I was invited by Mr. Chen."

"Oh, what a coincidence, Monsieur Juan."

Hearing this person's name, the intern knew that he didn't need to make another trip.

So he laughed too:

"Three, please follow me."

The distance from the gate of the manor to the mansion is not too short, so Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan inquired about Juan's identity as they walked.

This young man named Juan is 23 years old this year, but Beiquan feels that he looks younger than the age he reported.

He is Hispanic, was adopted at the age of 12, lived in Chen Dafa's manor, and then decided to become a model because of his good appearance, and left home to Los Angeles.

Juan seemed to be unsuspecting of people, and casually shook off his experience over the years, and sighed when he was done:

"When I came to this house, Jason, you didn't live here anymore, so this is the first time we met."

Beiquan now uses the identity of Dai Baiqian, but the pronunciation of the word "Boqian" is too difficult for Westerners, so when he introduced himself, he used Dai Baiqian's childhood name, "Jason".

Beiquan nodded with a smile, his eyes moved down inadvertently, landed on Juan's elbow, and then moved away naturally.

"Is your modeling career going well?"

he asked with a smile.

"Okay."

Juan scratched his hair and seemed a little embarrassed:

"I signed a contract with a brokerage company two years ago, and I usually shoot catalogs and print advertisements...but I'm not well-known yet."