After the divorce was agreed, I became a billionaire

Lin Qianluo waited for a long time before getting a call from Huo Siyue, and finally got a call from Tan Zhuo.

She was a little surprised when she received a call from Tan Zhuo. After all, she didn't know why he called her?

"Hello, brother."

"Luoluo, are you free at noon today? I want to treat you to a meal." Tan Zhuo said directly.

Lin Qianluo thought, Lin Xiyue returned home, and the family reunion would be great, so she shouldn't join in the fun.

She replied: "Okay, I'm free."

"Well, do you have any recommended stores? If not, I have one here, and I will send you the location?"

Lin Qianluo: "Yes, good."

She went downstairs, greeted Lin Yaozu, and left.

At the location Tan Zhuo sent her, he was already there.

As soon as she sat down, he gave her the menu and smiled gently: "Luoluo, take a look and see if there is anything you like."

Lin Qianluo pretended to have something to do, ordered two dishes randomly, and handed the menu to the waiter.

She asked Tan Zhuo: "Brother, you invited me to dinner today, maybe there is something else?"

"Yes." Tan Zhuo nodded, "It's about your father."

"You also know about my father?" Lin Qianluo asked in surprise.

Suddenly something flashed through her mind, and she asked, "Could it be that you were the one who sent my dad's photo back then?"

Tan Zhuo laughed: "Luoluo, your brain is still spinning as fast as before."

"You, why did you send me Dad's photo?" Lin Qianluo asked directly.

"Do you want to hear my story?" Tan Zhuo asked.

Lin Qianluo knew that this story was not a simple one.

But she has no reason to refuse: "OK."

Only then did Tan Zhuo slowly tell the story of that old past.

It was when he was a child, his family was very poor, his father suffered from liver cancer, and seeing a doctor almost used up all the savings of the family.

Even so, his mother still didn't give up his studies, and even if it was picking up trash, he had to pay for him to go to school.

Later, his father met a person who told him that as long as he participated in an experiment, he could get money.

His father was very happy. After being seriously ill, he spent money every day and never made a penny. His guilt towards the family made him agree without hesitation.

The man told him that the experiment was very risky and that a life could be lost.

But my father felt that this life would not last long anyway, so he promised that no matter what the consequences, he would agree to the experiment.

They also signed a non-disclosure contract, and since that day, he has never seen his father again.

When his father brought it back, it was just a corpse.

Although he was young at that time, he still mustered up the courage to lift the white cloth on his father.

A pale face, so thin that only bones remained, as if it had experienced a lot of torture, and its face was covered with scars.

Half of his sleeves were rolled up, and when he went to put the sleeves on for his father, he clearly saw that his thin arms were densely covered with needle holes.

A large area of ​​needle holes startled him, and he yelled immediately.

Then the person who brought back his father's body put down his father's sleeves indifferently.

After that, a yellow envelope was handed over to Mom.

Mom took the envelope, opened it, and saw that it was full of red banknotes.

She couldn't control it anymore, covered her mouth, and cried out loudly.

Recalling this point, Lin Qian asked dryly, "Is that man my father?"

"Yes." Tan Zhuo nodded, "It's your father, Su Zhi."

Lin Qianluo's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, when the waiter served the dishes, Tan Zhuo stopped talking.

Lin Qianluo had no appetite at all, and ate every bite: "Then what are you doubting?"

"Let me continue." Tan Zhuo said.

Later, with that money, the lives of mother and son were indeed better than before.

He also lived up to expectations and got into Beijing University.

However, on the first day of class, he discovered that his tutor was actually one of the people who sent his father's body home.

"What? You mean Teacher Yang?" Lin Qianluo couldn't help interrupting him.

"Yeah, that's him. Although 20 years have passed, he has grown old, but everyone's face at that time is engraved in my mind, and I will never forget it."

"So, do you think it was my father and Teacher Yang who killed your father?" When Lin Qianluo asked this question, she had no confidence at all.

"No," Tan Zhuo said honestly, "not exactly, at least my father voluntarily participated in the experiment."

"Then do you hate my father?" Lin Qianluo asked him.

"Luoluo, it's not a question of whether you hate it or not." Tan Zhuo said, "It's meaningless to talk about whether you hate it or not. It's about the project proposed by your father. It has problems. My father's tragedy cannot be repeated. Yes, do you understand?"

"How do you know that there is something wrong with it?"

It stands to reason that he is now a member of the research institute, so he should firmly believe that there is no problem with the project like Teacher Yang.

"Luoluo, you're asking this question, you seem to underestimate me, don't you?" Tan Zhuo changed his tone, "It's the same as 20 years ago, and it's in the experimental stage again, but those people's fate is similar to that of my father, and some even Life is better than death."

Lin Qianluo was startled when she heard the words: "What? You mean, they tried again?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm looking for you today." He said, "Back then, your father left a notebook, which should contain key information. Do you know its whereabouts?"

Notebook, notebook again.

No, to be precise, it's another notebook guy.

Lin Qianluo shook her head: "I don't know. I sorted out my father's belongings, but I didn't find any notebooks or any information about the project."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Tan Zhuo's eyes.

Lin Qianluo immediately asked: "You all said you have that notebook, so let me ask you, do you know what that notebook looks like? None of you said what it looked like, and it's hard to say whether there is such a notebook. "

To be honest, Lin Qianluo didn't believe Tan Zhuo now, even though he admitted that he sent the letter anonymously.

But she believed his story.

It's just a story too.

Heart is under the kyte.Everyone really wants a notebook now, so she has to be careful.

"How could I have seen it? You are your father's own daughter, and you have never seen it. How could I, an outsider, have seen it?" Tan Zhuo laughed helplessly.

"What are you going to do if you get the notebook?" Lin Qianluo asked tentatively.

"Stop this project." Tan Zhuo looked at her seriously, "Luoluo, are you willing to help me?"

"Ah?" Lin Qianluo was taken aback, "How can I help you?"

"Help me find your dad's notebook and let's stop this evil project together," he said.