[Comprehensive] I am not Michael

On December 1929, 12, an all-black car passed under the dim streetlights. Because Christmas was approaching and the Great Depression brought about by the economic crisis, the road was empty, and there were hardly any pedestrians. Under the mist, It seemed more indifferent and desolate.

Zhang Lingjun carefully glanced at Zhao Changqing who was sitting next to her, that is, the silent seat behind the driver, and said softly, "Are you tired, sir?"

Zhao Changqing shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"Then, may I ask, what did you remember, sir?"

Zhao Changqing closed his eyes wearily: "No. I didn't remember anything. Did I really have an accident here?"

Zhang Lingjun pointed to the outside of the car window and said, "Yes, it was here when the police informed us. The car was found at the bridge in front, and Matthew and the driver died on the spot. Mr. fainted at 200 meters away. It is at the corner of the street outside. It is said that the priest of the nearby Catholic church first discovered Mr.

Zhang Lingjun said while pointing to Zhao Changqing.

"Priest? Catholic?"

There were obvious ups and downs in Zhao Changqing's voice.

"Yes. What did you remember, sir?"

Zhao Changqing shook his head, and instead asked Zhang Lingjun, "How was your trip to America?"

Zhang Lingjun immediately said: "According to Mr.'s account 13 years ago, I immediately found the number one trader on Wall Street after I went to New York, and just as Mr. explained, I made a net profit of [-] million US dollars a week. The money has been handed over to I lost my brother, and now my brother should buy production lines in the United States and hire engineers at all levels."

These are also the confessions of Zhao Changqing in his early years.These production lines, as well as the hired engineers, will soon follow Zhang Jiasen to China to lay the foundation for China's modern industry.

Zhao Changqing was in a coma in the hospital for 12 years due to a car accident, and Zhang Lingjun's son Shen Yannian was Zhao Changqing's godson. Zhao Changqing is the agent of the family business.

It has to be said that Zhang Lingjun is a piece of jade in the rough.When she first came to the UK, she was really in a mess, but after a few years under Zhao Changqing, she quickly experienced it. Not only was she not inferior to those two noble-born and experienced companions, she was even quite courageous.More importantly, after the transformation, she has far more aptitude than Gewei Dawson, not to mention, and she is not as worried as Hedson and Bullock.Therefore, she quickly stood out from the four secretarial assistant trainees.

Thanks to her efforts, Chinese laborers who were exiled in France after World War I have come to the UK one after another, and are now working in Zhao Changqing's farms in Scotland and Ireland.Similarly, because of Zhang Lingjun, Zhao Changqing's industries, whether it is manors, farms, or factories, have developed quite well.

"13 years ago?"

"Yes, sir."

After so many years, Zhang Lingjun is still called Mr. Zhao Changqing.Of course, whether in the UK or in China, rumors about her affair with Zhao Changqing are all over the sky.Her parents have long since severed ties with her in the newspapers, and in the UK, although many people laughed at her behind her back at the beginning, for 12 years, Zhao Changqing was unconscious in the hospital, and Zhang Lingjun was still waiting he.If it was said that at the beginning, the outside world was mainly ridiculed, then now, everyone is mostly blessing.

Especially after September.Zhao Changqing's prediction of the US stock market crash and the Great Depression in "The Rise of Great Powers" has become a fact, and it has added a layer of mystery to Zhao Changqing.Under such circumstances, as one of Zhao Changqing's suspected lovers and the actual manager of Zhao Changqing's family business, Zhang Lingjun naturally won the envy and hatred of countless women.

However, as far as Zhang Lingjun was concerned, she never thought about the possibility of marrying Zhao Changqing.

The reason is very simple, Zhao Changqing is too outstanding, but she, Zhang Lingjun is very inferior.Zhang Lingjun always felt that if he would be disgusted by people like Shen Shizhe, he would be even more unworthy of Zhao Changqing.Even if Zhao Changqing still recognized her son as godson according to Western customs and gave him the first inheritance right besides his legitimate son, for Zhang Lingjun, this was enough, and she definitely couldn't expect anything else. .

Although she is very capable and is the actual person in charge of Zhao Changqing's family business, deep down, Zhang Lingjun is still a Chinese, especially certain thoughts have long been deeply rooted in her bones.

From her point of view, Zhao Changqing valued their mother and son so much, and gave her such a big platform, even if she was completely out of her mind, she wouldn't be able to repay him in case.

She is Zhao Changqing's subordinate, and will always be Zhao Changqing's subordinate.

Zhao Changqing said indifferently: "Stop."

The driver immediately pulled over the car and stopped.

Zhao Changqing walked slowly towards the bridge with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

The driver Jimmy Dawson also got out of the car, went to the other half and began to smoke, not forgetting to chat with Zhang Lingjun in the car.

"Isn't this the first time Mr. has come here since he woke up?"

Zhang Lingjun looked at him, then turned his gaze to Zhao Changqing who was walking away step by step: "Yes."

Jimmy is the latest candidate.If it wasn't for another Richard Butler's wife who was about to give birth, it wouldn't be his turn to drive Zhao Changqing as a newcomer.

I don't know why, Zhang Lingjun just doesn't like this Jimmy, but this person was recruited by the housekeeper John Horton.Even though she is now Zhao Changqing's first secretary and agent, she is not qualified to be involved in the recruitment of the manor.

"Sorry, Mrs. Zhang, I didn't mean to offend. After all, I'm just a newcomer, and there are too many reports about you and your husband in the newspapers."

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm just curious. Because you really don't look like Mr.'s lover. You don't look at him with admiration. I'm sorry, I mean, you only have respect for Mr., but you don't have any ambiguous feelings. Could it be that Mr. once admired you ?"

Zhang Lingjun was stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "You think too much."

"Then, why did the master recognize your son as godson? He also gave you the right of inheritance."

Not only Jimmy is curious, in fact, no one in England is not curious.

Whether it was the legendary encounter between Zhao Changqing and Zhang Lingjun, or how Zhao Changqing supported Zhang Lingjun and took care of Zhang Lingjun later, in the eyes of the British, there is no other explanation for a man to do this for a woman, other than love Woolen cloth?

Zhang Lingjun said angrily: "Just do your own thing well."

Even so, Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but look at himself in the rearview mirror.The self in the mirror is not considered a beauty, at most it can only be said to be pretty.Years of being in power also added a bit of majesty and resoluteness to her face, but the femininity that belonged to women was becoming less and less common.And the nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth make her look more like a 40-year-old woman.

But what about Zhao Changqing?as ever.

In Zhang Lingjun's heart, even her 17-year-old son would not be too young standing beside her husband, and she herself looked a generation older standing in front of him.With such a self, what face does he have to continue to stand by Mr.'s side?

Zhang Lingjun has already decided.

When Zhao Changqing's condition improves and her son graduates from Hogwarts, she will take her son back to China.

At this moment, both Zhang Lingjun and Jimmy found that Zhao Changqing, who was standing on the edge of the pier, wobbled and passed out!

Both of them were petrified and got out of the car in a hurry.

One hurriedly picked up Zhao Changqing, while the other was ready to lead the way.Just when they were about to leave, they were shocked to find that in the shadow of the bridge pier, there was a little boy about two or three years old with puffed cheeks, stubbornly holding on to Zhao Changqing's fingers and not letting go!

Jimmy froze: "Mrs. Zhang?"

Zhang Lingjun's eyes quickly swept over the little boy.

Obvious, ill-fitting and even shabby clothes, sallow and emaciated, without a trace of blush on the cheeks, obviously, this is the result of long-term hunger.What's more, this child has black hair and a pair of dark gray eyes!

This is rare in the West!

"Little brother, what's your name? Where do you live?"

The little boy didn't answer, just stared and said nothing.

Jimmy said: "Mrs. Zhang, this child is not abandoned, is it?"

Zhang Lingjun turned his head away, waiting for Jimmy's explanation.

Jimmy said: "This area is quite chaotic, and it is also a notoriously poor area. There are also many prostitutes..."

Zhang Lingjun immediately understood.What Jimmy was saying was that the child's mother was probably a prostitute, and with the economic crisis and the Great Depression coming, the prostitute might not be able to support her son, so she put the child on the pier and told the child that his father was with He also has black hair and black eyes.

That's why this child firmly grasped Zhao Changqing's hand.

Before Jimmy finished speaking, the child screamed: "My mother is not a whore, she, she, just died when I was born."

Only then did Zhang Lingjun notice the logo on the child's collar: "You are an orphan. Are you a child from a nearby orphanage?"

"I'm not an orphan! Dad is here to pick me up!"

Jimmy couldn't help but said: "How could sir be your father? Sir, he has been lying in the hospital for so many years, and it has only been less than a year since he woke up!"

"No! He's my father! He can talk to me!"

"Silly boy, who can't talk?!"

Hearing this, the black-haired child became even more angry, and his eyes widened.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingjun had no choice but to say: "Forget it. Little brother, you have also seen that the husband is not in good health, and now I need you to see a doctor. I don't think you would mind going with us, would you?"

The kid nodded emphatically.

"So, what's your name?"

"Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Jimmy sneered and shook his head.

He felt that this kid must want to rely on his client, Zhao Changqing, one of the best in the world.Little did he know, the conversation he had just had with Zhang Lingjun had already been overheard by this brat.

That's right, this little guy is the juvenile body of our famous Lord Dark Lord.

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