The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Inside the driving Bentley, Lin Zirui leaned back in the chair, looking at the simple name on the business card in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Qiao Wen! I am more interesting than the newspaper."

He rubbed the two words with his slender fingers, put the business card away, raised his head and said quietly: "A Fei, did you hide a lot of what happened to you in the Kowloon Walled City?"

Qin Yunfei said: "Jeffrey, I have already told you everything about what happened in the walled city."

"Really? Then why didn't you tell me about Awen carefully?"

Qin Yunfei was taken aback for a moment, and said: "He is not a member of the gang. We don't have much friendship and don't understand him. When I left, he was young and in poor health. I didn't expect him to achieve what he is now."

Lin Zirui chuckled and leaned forward, gently squeezing his left hand on the back of his neck, and said: "A Fei, I don't like others deliberately lying to me."

Such a touch made Qin Yunfei sit up stiffly. He coughed slightly and said, "I didn't lie."

Lin Zirui leaned behind his ear and said word by word: "You have only talked about the deeds of Liang Zinan, but as far as I know, any big thing that Liang Zinan does is indispensable to the figure of Qiao Wen. Do you really don't understand or don't want to tell me?"

"Jeffrey, I really don't understand."

Lin Zirui chuckled and withdrew his hand: "A frail young man in the slum has become a Gang City boss in just a few years, and he seems to have been in the death of several big people. That's really interesting. "

Qin Yunfei tentatively said: "He should be smarter than reading books."

Lin Zirui smiled thoughtfully: "Well, I like smart people, especially smart people who are good-looking."

After going back, Qiao Wen carefully checked the relationship between Xia Lin Zirui's grandfather and Bai Runze. Although the Zhong family is now declining and was annexed by the Lin family, it was a wealthy and distinguished family in Hong Kong who stomped an earthquake twenty years ago. After Bo Runze's war in Hong Kong, his life was in a downturn. It was the then master Zhong who provided him with a residence and sponsored him to start a film company, and he made a comeback.

At that time, the film industry moved to the south, and filmmakers headed by Bai Runze expanded their territory in this small land, laying the foundation for the rapid development of the film industry in Hong Kong City, and also making him a leader in the industry.

Lin Zirui is the only grandson of Mr. Zhong. He is the lobbyist, and Qiao Wen hardly needs to worry. I'm just not sure how to thank people after it's done.

Sure enough, two days later, Qiao Wen received a call from Mr. Bai himself to come to his office to discuss the award ceremony. Qiao Wen was disrespectful and went to the door to greet him.

"Mr. Qiao, lucky to meet!" Bai Runze changed his previous indifferent and arrogant attitude, and was very approachable.

Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and said, "Old lady Bai is polite, just call me Awen."

"Well, Awen." Bai Runze walked into the office with him, sat down on the sofa, and looked around the simple furnishings and decorations in the house. Except for the file cabinet, which is a bookshelf, there are books on the other side of the wall. The deputy company stills, and a group photo of Chen Jiaban.

This office without any copper smell obviously made the old man very satisfied.

Qiao Wen didn't call the secretary, and made a cup of tea for the old man himself: "Old Bai, please have tea."

Bai Runze took the teacup, flicked the tea with the lid, took a sip, and nodded: "Longjing after the rain, it tastes good."

Qiao Wen sat on the other side of the sofa, keeping a polite distance, and said, "Boss Bo is coming, and Awen is really flattered."

Bai Runze put down his teacup and waved his hand: "I don't need to say anything polite. I really misunderstood you before. Fortunately, Jeffery told me about your plan. Your idea is really good. It's not what I thought before. Get fame and win fame."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "After all, we benefit from the movie, so we want to do something for the entire industry."

Bai Runze nodded: "Yes, European and American film awards have been developed for many years and have become industry benchmarks. We now have the highest number of films each year in the world. We really need an award of our own. We can determine the standard by ourselves. Promote popular and popular movies instead of just pursuing selling money."

"Well, many art films are difficult to get a box office, resulting in fewer and fewer people filming. If there is an award to affirm them, then more directors and actors will devote themselves to the art."

"Yes, I will be the initiator of the first session and the chairman of the jury. Although I can't guarantee how many people can be called to participate, Bomou will do his best."

Qiao Wen stood up: "Old Bo, thank you so much, I thank you for all the filmmakers in Hong Kong."

Bai Runze waved his hand: "That's not necessary. Nowadays, the filmmakers in this city are all for the sake of making money. Like you, thinking about the development of the film industry, I am afraid that it is difficult to find with a lantern. So my seniors don't support it. By the way, "he thought of something, and asked, "have you thought of a name for this movie award?"

Qiao Wen originally wanted to copy the real world for a Golden Image Award, but when the old man mentioned this, he immediately changed his mind and said: "I haven't thought about it yet. I wonder if Mr. Bai has any good suggestions?"

Bai Runze looked at the photo of Chen Jianan leading a group of martial arts on the wall, and said: "This is an award for our Chinese, and our Chinese are descendants of the dragon, so it's better to call it the Golden Dragon Award."

Qiao Wen nodded in cooperation: "Good idea, then that's it."

Bai Runze smiled and stood up and said: "That's it for now, you guys make good preparations, I'll call people together."

Qiao Wen sent away the satisfied old man, returned to the office, sat in the executive chair, took out Lin Zirui's business card from the card holder, there were two numbers on the business card, one for office and one for private. He raised his wrist and looked at it. Next time, thinking that the other party should not get off work, first dialed the office number.

"Hello, hello!" The gentle voice of a man came on the phone.

Qiao Wen said: "Jeffrey, this is Qiao Wen."

"Awen?" The other end chuckled visibly cheerfully, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wen said: "Old Bo has promised to help us make a movie award, thank you for your help."

Lin Zirui smiled and said: "I just relayed your thoughts to Mr. Bai, and didn't do anything. Awen doesn't need to be so polite with me. If you really want to thank you, it's better to come out and have a meal together."

Qiao Wen nodded: "That is necessary. When Jeffery has time, Anan and I will invite you to dinner."

Lin Zirui said: "It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day. I just have time tonight, so let's just tonight."

Qiao Wen flipped through the calendar. Today, Chen Jianan is going to guide the night play. He frowned and said, "Anan has a job tonight, so I can only invite you."

Lin Zirui chuckled lightly: "No problem, there is still a chance to look back, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to eat Liangzinan's rice."

"That's it, I will book a restaurant and let you know."

"Don't have to be so troublesome, we just go to the Furong Tea Room, and can help Uncle Zihui take care of the business."

"Alright, I really haven't been to the Furong Tea Room for a while, maybe I can still bump into Zihui."

The appointment time between the two was eight o'clock. Qiao Wen was polite and ten minutes earlier. When he didn't want to arrive at the Furong Tea Room, Lin Zirui's car also happened to arrive.

"Awen!" Lin Zirui got out of the car.

Qiao Wen turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes fell on that smiling face, still couldn't help but startled slightly. Even if reason has told himself that this person has nothing to do with Lin Nan, but seeing such a similar face, he still can't be indifferent.

He took a deep breath and responded with a smile: "Are you here so early?"

Lin Zirui raised his hand to look at the watch and said, "Fortunately, it's only ten minutes early."

Qiao Wen: "Go, go in."

Nowadays, Lin Zihui is a big boss with every opportunity, so naturally he won't come to help out in the tea restaurant anymore, and he will not meet him by chance tonight.

The two chose a deck on the second floor next to the window.

Qiao Wen asked the waiter to bring the menu and said, "Have Jeffery eaten this before?"

Lin Zirui nodded: "I ate once in the summer when I came back from the UK many years ago, but unfortunately I won't have a chance again."

Qiao Wen said: "The refreshments here are really good."

Lin Zirui smiled and looked at him and said, "You should be familiar with it. Why don't you recommend a few."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "Then I will order it."

He ordered seven or eight dim sum in one breath before returning the menu to the waiter.

Lin Zirui looked around and said, "By the way, I heard Zihui say that my father encountered a killer here, thanks to Anan's help."

Qiao Wen nodded and said with a smile: "It's also a coincidence."

"Although my father is no longer there, I still have to thank Anan when I look back."

Qiao Wen: "It's been more than four years, Jeffery doesn't need to take it to heart."

"Yes, I have been abroad since I was a child, and I have lived abroad all year round. I don't have many friends in Hong Kong.

Qiao Wen looked at him calmly. He wanted to tell himself not to get too close to this person, because he would lose his ability to judge if he held such a face.

"What's wrong? Awen." Lin Zirui noticed his look and smiled, "I don't know if it is an illusion. I always feel that when you look at me, you seem to be looking at an old person. Could it be that we actually knew each other before?"

Qiao Wen smiled and nodded: "It's true that you really look like an old friend of mine."

"Oh? Really?" Lin Zirui raised an eyebrow, "What kind of person is he?"

Qiao Wen said: "Is a very good friend."

"Where is it now?"

Qiao Wen: "He... is no longer alive."

Lin Zirui was stunned, and said with a chuckle: "That's really a pity."

Qiao Wen smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, Jeffery, you just came back to take over the Lin family, are you still getting used to it?"

Lin Zirui nodded: "My father takes care of Lin's well, except for being a little busy, everything else is fine."

Qiao Wen said: "Previously, Zihui said that you didn't want to do business, so you have only been abroad for many years. He was worried that you won't be able to adapt when you first come back."

Lin Zirui twitched the corner of his mouth: "I really have no interest in my father's business. How can I say it? It's too boring. I am a person who is more adventurous by nature." He wrinkled his nose and moved forward a little, determined to look forward. Qiao Wen said word by word, "I think Ah Wen should be the same as me."

Qiao Wen met those jet-black eyes, only feeling a little bit bottomless, making him startled suddenly, and then smiled lightly: "Jeffrey has misunderstood. I prefer to be steady and steady."