To die

A year later, Paris, Europe.

As Lin Yan walked out of the airport, a man with a big beard happily waved at him:

"Mr. Lin?"

Lin Yan looked at him, the man rushed over happily and took the suitcase from him:

"this way please!"

"I heard that you play the piano very well. Mr. Wall is very much looking forward to your performance."

A small Beetle-like car was driving slowly on the road, and the man was chatting with him while turning the steering wheel:

"The time is set at eight o'clock tonight, and it's just before twelve o'clock. You have plenty of time to go around Paris..."

Lin Yan was sitting in the back seat of the car, leaning his head on the cold glass, following the bumps of the little Beetle, answering a question or two from the man chatting with him with beaming eyebrows from time to time to show that he was listening.

"Do you know martial arts?"

However, suddenly, the other party asked suddenly.

"what."

Lin Yan was taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes slightly, completely confused.

"My grandfather said that Chinese martial arts are very powerful."

The man looked at Lin Yan expectantly: "Will you do it?"

"........"

Lin Yan leaned back on the chair: "I won't."

The man said "Oh", and glanced at Lin Yan from the rearview mirror: "emmm, after all, practicing the piano must be very exhausting."

Lin Yan responded lightly, then closed his eyes and meditated again, not paying attention to people.

The man quietly looked at Lin Yan from the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye, feeling a very strange feeling.

His boss Wall likes piano music very much, and every time he holds a banquet or event, he will invite a pianist to perform.Among the many pianists the man has greeted, Lin Yan is the most special one.

Many pianists like to wear dress-style clothes, and their temperament is gentle and elegant, like a polite gentleman.

But Lin Yan was only wearing a moon-white shirt and studded boots. He looked indifferent and casual, but if you looked closely at his eyebrows and eyes, you would find that there was a bit of sharpness in them, a feeling that he was not easy to get close to.

He didn't show it much in his words and deeds, but that alienated and cold temperament was hard to hide.

The man doesn't understand why a pianist has such sharp edges and corners.

He sent Lin Yan to the hotel where he was staying, and then waved to him: "See you tonight, Mr. Lin!"

Lin Yan pulled the pushing box, smiled, and followed the hotel doorman into the elevator.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Paris.

"Are you going to the banquet tonight?"

Dyson walked in with a wine glass in his hand, poured some into the empty glass on the bedside table, and then bent down to collect it on the bed: "It's twelve o'clock, Lu, wake up, it's time to go to work."

However, Lu Hanqian was buried under the quilt, with a tablet and a small pile of contract documents beside his pillow. As soon as Dyson approached, he immediately pushed the ghost's face away.

"Don't go, don't go, get away."

"It was invited by Mr. Wall."

Dyson picked up a document casually, and seeing that it was marked and annotated, it is likely that Lu Hanqian was really dealing with business until midnight, and finally fell asleep on the bed so sleepy.

"Don't you see him as a very important partner?"

"It's a great opportunity to build a relationship," Dyson continued.

"What's the use of these feasts of eating and drinking?"

Lu Hanqian struggled for a while, but still gritted his teeth and got up from the bed, then he was dazed for a few seconds and yawned hugely.

"Lu, I'm still waiting for you to help me open up the Chinese market. My business and my wealth are all bet on it. You have a heavy responsibility..."

Lu Hanqian went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and Dyson followed behind him, muttering: "You have a lot of money, but I don't. As a friend, I have helped you desperately..."

A year ago, Lu Beizheng and Mrs. Lu died in a fire in Lu's house, but Lu Hanqian survived.

At the same time, Lin Yan's accusation materials were also sent to Beijing, Jin Ye was thoroughly investigated, and Lu's manor was taken into custody.

As the only remaining person involved in the case, Lu Hanqian stayed in the detention center for a while.

But in the meantime, he saw someone.

Power entanglements are complicated, and countless people will do anything to advance to a higher level.

As the only son of the Lu family, Lu Hanqian, even if Lu Beizheng is gone, he is still the target of countless people who want to keep him and win him over.

——In other words, it is precisely because Lu Beizheng is gone that Lu Hanqian makes people want to keep fighting.

The other party negotiated a deal with Lu Hanqian.

He will do his best to keep Lu Hanqian safe, control the situation, and preserve the Lu family's position in Lancheng.

It can be said that after this incident, the Lu family will not be affected in the slightest, and Lu Hanqian will change from "Young Master Lu" to "Mr. Lu".

The only condition is that Lu Hanqian wants to join his faction, and he wants to become "very good friends" with Lu Hanqian.

"Your father has passed away."

The man said: "You don't have to worry that he will bite you back. Those things have nothing to do with you, do they?"

After weighing and thinking, Lu Hanqian agreed.Then on the No. 16 day when the case was closed, he colluded with Dyson and ran away with the money.

"I don't want to live my whole life like Lu Beizheng."

In the last phone call with that person, Lu Hanqian said: "I don't want to be a martyr in the power game either, you will have someone more suitable than me, goodbye!"

At that time, the whole Lancheng was under his feet.

The brightly lit streets; the neon city of Yundu; the inconspicuous office where Lin Yan once stayed; the park where he spent a few evenings with Lin Yan dressed as a bixiong; Zen temples are rapidly moving away from him.

On the phone, the other party said angrily, "Don't even think about going back to China!"

"If you don't come back, you won't come back. I'm still in love with you?"

Lu Hanqian looked at this city that carried countless memories about Lin Yan, closed his eyes, smiled, and hung up the phone.

Humbert lay beside him, Lu Hanqian touched its back, Humbert whimpered slightly, but Lu Hanqian smiled and said: "Okay, let's find him. Where is he, there is the kingdom I want to protect , nothing to be ashamed of."

Afterwards, Lu Hanqian started to use Paris as a base to help Dyson develop the Chinese market, while inquiring about Lin Yan's whereabouts.

But he only knew that Lin Yan had left Beijing and was no longer in Lancheng. It seemed that he was no longer a lawyer, and there was no news about the others.

The only thing worth congratulating is that because Lu Hanqian understands the Chinese market quite well and is also very aware of the tricks of the privileged class, the newly established company he and Dyson have developed very well.

Dyson often felt strange and asked Lu Hanqian, you already have so much money, why do you have to go all out for new adventures?

Lu Hanqian lazily perfunctory him, and sometimes replied: "Because I owe a lot of money to people, this is not enough to pay back";

Sometimes the answer is: "This is Lao Tzu saving his wife's money."

Until that night, when Lin Yan was wearing a dress and walking towards the black piano in the middle of the courtyard under the moonlight, Lu Hanqian suddenly stood up from the chair in the room on the second floor.

In front of him was the negotiation materials of this meeting, and Mr. Wall was sitting opposite him. At that moment, Lu Hanqian felt as if he had returned to three years ago.

Trembling uncontrollably, he pushed the seat away, walked to the window, and quietly watched Lin Yan's back.

Wall felt a little confused, so he also approached the window, and followed Lu Hanqian to look at Lin Yan.

"...Ah, our pianist this time is very elegant."

Wall smiled and said, "It's just that I heard from Amike that people are a bit fierce."

Only Dyson noticed Lu Hanqian's gaffe, and couldn't help asking him: "What's the matter, Lu?"

Lu Hanqian pressed his forehead against the window glass, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after a long time he answered softly: "My creditor, I found it."