Lin Zhaoming is one of the top ten richest men in the city. He is a well-known big shot in the world. Although he is low-key and even a bit mysterious, the reporter always has the ability to penetrate into every corner. He was seriously ill and soon spread like wildfire. Let's go, there are news reports every three days in the newspapers.
Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan didn't receive any calls from Lin Zihui again. They thought they didn't need their help, and they didn't want to rush to visit the hospital again.
All the news about Lin Zhaoming and the Lin Group can only be known from the newspapers.
—"Business King" Lin Zhaoming was terminally ill and admitted to the hospital in critical condition. The mysterious prince returned to China to take the helm of the Lin family.
Qiao Wen looked at the news on the front page of the newspaper in his hand, and there was a photo on it. In the photo, it was a black Mercedes-Benz, but the brown windows were closed tightly, and only the rear seat could be vaguely seen. A vague figure, probably the mysterious prince of the Lin family mentioned in the report.
Lin Zhaoming and his wife have only one son, who is the rumored Prince Lin. He studied abroad since he was a child, and has been living in Europe since then. Let alone a matchmaker, even Lin Zihui doesn't know much about it. Lin Zhaoming is critically ill now, and the Lin family has changed hands. The media are naturally full of interest in this mysterious prince.
Chen Jianan came over with a can of soda, leaned against Qiao Wen, and fed him a mouthful. He glanced down at the news headline and said, "I don't know what happened to Zihui's father?"
After he finished speaking, the phone next to him rang, and he answered it casually.
"Well, okay, I'll tell Joe."
"My condolences."
After hanging up the phone, Liangzi Nan looked at Qiao Wen sullenly.
"Did Zihui call?" Qiao Wen knew what happened without trying to guess.
Chen Jianan nodded: "Zihui's father died of illness this morning, and tomorrow we will start a three-day coffin. Zihui said that Mrs. Lin originally did not let him participate in the funeral, but fortunately his elder brother agreed to let him participate as the youngest son."
Qiao Wen said thoughtfully after hearing the words: "It seems that his elder brother is quite sensible. In this way, Zihui can be regarded as sending his father off for the last time, and he has no regrets."
Chen Jianan said: "Then I will ask someone to prepare a wreath, and we will go to mourn tomorrow."
Qiao Wen nodded: "Yes."
In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gloomy and it began to drizzle.
Although the Lin family was small in number, Lin Zhaoming made many friends during his lifetime, and there was an endless stream of people who came to the funeral home to express their condolences. Chen Jianan and Qiao Wen were wearing black suits, each holding a wreath and a handful of white chrysanthemums, and followed the crowd of condolences.
After placing the wreath at the door, the two entered the mourning hall with mourning and joy. Lin Zhaoming's coffin is placed in the center, with a large black and white photo of him in front of him. Originally, Qiao Wen always felt that this big boss was too deep in the city, but now looking at this slightly smiling photo, he realized that he is actually an ordinary middle-aged man, and he is even kind. .
A man who could give birth to an upright and pure son like Lin Zihui would not be such a treacherous and evil father.
After presenting white chrysanthemums, bowing and offering incense, the two walked to the family members next to them and said "sorry".
There are only a few members of the family, and when they see someone coming over, they bow their heads and salute.
The middle-aged woman in the front row, dressed in plain clothes and with a rich and graceful appearance, should be Mrs. Lin. Lin Zihui was standing behind the lady on the left. Originally, Qiao Wen was focusing on his good friend, but his gaze fell on the man in front of him.
The man stood side by side with Mrs. Lin, wearing a black suit and a white cloth behind him. After bowing, he slowly raised his head, as if inadvertently meeting Qiao Wen's startled eyes.
Qiao Wen didn't hesitate.
The last time he saw this face was almost seven years ago. After more than 20 years of getting along with each other, even after another 70 years, he will never forget this face.
This is Lin Nan's face, but the man in front of him can't be called exactly the same as Lin Nan, because his expressions and eyes are different - of course, it may be because he is in the mourning hall.
It is impossible for Qiao Wen to be calm even if it is just a face of an old man whom he has not seen for a long time in a different world. He only feels his heart beating faster, his blood churning, and his originally flexible mind suddenly becomes chaotic, and he loses his thinking instantly. Ability.
It was Chen Jianan who reminded him in a low voice beside him: "Little Qiao!"
Qiao Wen returned to his senses, nodded to the members of the Lin family, and couldn't help but glance at the familiar face, who also nodded slightly to him.
Qiao Wen suppressed his astonishment and left with Chen Jianan.
"What happened just now?"
Although Chen Jianan was rough-minded, he was always sensitive to Qiao Wen's emotions. He naturally noticed his gaffe in the mourning hall before, and couldn't help asking in a low voice after he went out.
Qiao Wen's heart was still beating wildly. He turned his head to look at him, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, but the thought of people dying like a lamp goes out makes me feel a little heavy."
Hearing what he said, Chen Jianan sighed old-fashionedly, and said, "So we have to cherish the days we are alive."
Qiao Wen hummed, as if remembering something, and said: "Especially you, when you make movies in the future, don't design too dangerous moves, every time you design it, you have to try it yourself first. I know you put a lot of effort into making movies, "If something really happens, it's too late to regret."
Chen Jianan chuckled, and said indifferently: "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."
"Of course it's easy to say." After a pause, he added, "In the future, report dangerous actions to me in advance, and I will approve them."
Chen Jianan put his arms around his shoulders and said, "I know Xiao Qiao is the best for me. Don't worry, I will definitely protect myself. I will spend decades with you."
Qiao Wen glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, but his mind was still occupied by the face just now.
Of course he knew that the man just now was the eldest son of Lin Zhaoming, Lin Zirui, the prince of the Lin family mentioned by the media.
Just why he and Lin Nan look almost exactly the same
Did Lin Nan also come to this world, or is it simply a person who looks similar to Lin Nan
Lin Nan! Lin Nan!
The last scene of the two of them many years ago came to Qiao Wen's mind. The giant truck hit him head-on, and Lin Nan tightly protected him behind him. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Lin Nan's dilapidated ruins.
Lin Nan died saving him, which made him hard to let go of it for many years, and he could only dilute the guilt and pain by taking risks.
If Lin Zirui is really Lin Nan, it means that he is really living well in another world, then will he finally be able to bid farewell to the pain that has been dusty for many years? Is it possible to regain this brother who has been away for many years
This thought made him almost excited and eager to know the truth.
However, Lin's family is having a funeral today, so he has no way to verify it, so he can only wait for Lin Zhaoming's funeral before making plans.
In the next few days, Qiao Wen was not in the mood to work, and collected newspapers about Lin Zirui everywhere, and asked Zhang Jiaming to help with the investigation.
However, there is very little news about Lin Zirui. It is only known that he went to England to study at a boarding school at the age of twelve. After getting a master's degree in economics from Oxford, he did not return to Hong Kong. He has been traveling in Europe. Eight years old, has not yet married a wife and had children. As for what he has been doing all these years, outsiders don't know anything.
No wonder the media called him the mysterious prince of the Lin family.
When Lin Zhaoming's funeral was over, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan were worried about Lin Zihui's condition, so they brought gifts to his home to visit him.
Lin Zihui now lives with his uncle in a new-style villa, not far from the Furong Tea Room, which is a typical location and residence of the wealthy. Lin Zihui's life today is also a serious life of a rich man.
The door was opened by a middle-aged maid in white clothes and black trousers.
"Awen Anan, are you here?"
Lin Zihui, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, saw the two people coming in, so he got up and waved. He was in pretty good condition, but he was a little thinner than before. Obviously, his father's death had hit him hard.
But Qiao Wen didn't pay much attention to him, because he saw another person sitting on the sofa.
When the two entered the door, the man had already stood up with Lin Zihui, looked at the two with a light smile, and said gently, "Zihui, your friend?"
Lin Zihui thought about it now and said: "Awen Anan, this is my elder brother Lin Zirui. Big brother, this is my friend Awen Anan."
Looking at the long-lost face, Qiao Wen took a deep breath secretly to make himself look normal. He walked forward with Chen Jianan, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Lin!"
Lin Zirui shook hands with the two with a smile, and said politely: "Just call me Jeffrey, you are Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan from Wennan Films, right? I spent your interviews in the newspaper. "
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He was born tall and straight, with handsome features, clear lines, and a well-dressed suit. Perhaps because he lived in the UK for a long time, he had a natural British gentleman style.
If the appearance is exactly the same, this person does have a completely different temperament from Lin Nan. This is a typical noble son of Hong Kong Island who has received education in England.
Qiao Wen still had a little bit of luck, he looked at him, and said casually: "I heard that Mr. Lin lived in Europe before, I don't know if he has been to the Vincennes coffee estate in Reims, France. I heard that there The coffee produced is delicious.”
After he finished speaking, Chen Jianan on the side snorted and said, "Do you want to drink? Let's go later, I haven't been to Europe yet!"
Qiao Wen nodded perfunctorily, looked at Lin Zirui, and waited for his answer with a beating heart.
The coffee manor he mentioned was the place he had been to when he and Lin Nan gap backpacked. They had just graduated at that time, and when they were young and frivolous, they squandered all the way. When they came to Lance, they had little money left, so they worked part-time jobs in the manor for a month together to collect enough travel expenses before going on the road. The two young masters, who were pampered and pampered since childhood, did hard work in the manor for the first time, just to earn a few hundred euros. Returning to the manor for vacation, just never had the chance.
He is not sure if there is such a coffee farm in this era, but if the man opposite is Lin Nan, he will definitely react when he hears the name.
However, Lin Zirui just frowned and thought for a moment, obviously not thinking about anything, then smiled lightly and shook his head and said: "Although I have been to Lance, I have never heard of this coffee farm. If you have a chance to go to Lance again, you can give it a try.”
It really wasn't Lin Nan, Qiao Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know whether it was luck or disappointment.
He spread his hands and smiled, "I just heard about it by chance, and I don't know if it's someone else's nonsense."
Lin Zirui nodded, looked at him with a smile, turned his head and said, "Zihui, since your friend is here, I won't bother you, I'll contact you later."
"Okay, brother, I'll take you out."
"No, you entertain your friends well."
Lin Zihui still sent him to the entrance, watched the servant walk him to the gate of the courtyard, then turned around and came back slowly. This illegitimate son who was not recognized by the Lin family as his ancestor was obviously very close to his half-brother.