I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"Hey?"

Lu Jian came to the balcony of the room, closed the balcony and the glass sliding doors of the house, and while watching Qin Tiantian, who was sleeping in Daxia holding a pillow and wrapped in a quilt, he answered the phone.

The other party was silent for a moment.

Just when Lu Jian wondered if there would be some weird voice coming from the phone later, and he would receive a videotape containing Jing and a woman tomorrow, a voice came from there.

Congratulations, it is the voice of human beings.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you so late. Is this Mr. Lu Yi, your username on the old video website is [Moving], right?"

"I don't have a water meter in my house."

Lu Jian replied immediately.

"?"

The other party was obviously stunned, not knowing what topic Lu Jian was talking about, but he had obviously seen the world, and quickly adjusted his mood.

"That's it, Mr. Lu Yi, I'm Li Zijian, secretary of the chairman of Jiangcheng Industry, we saw a video of you exploring the Jiangcheng Grand Theater on the Internet, and I want to discuss this matter with you. I wonder if you have a meeting tomorrow?" Time? I'm really sorry for bothering you late at night."

A trace of helplessness can be heard from this man who calls himself Li Zijian, just like his boss suddenly called him on New Year’s Eve and asked him to go to a client to collect the payment. He was clearly unwilling to disturb his Spring Festival mood But being forced by the fucked up life to look for clients with a commercial smile.

"You want to sue me?"

Lu Jian blurted out his first reaction.

The Jiangcheng Grand Theater is currently in the hands of Jiangcheng Industrial, and it is the property of Jiangcheng Industrial. Is this considered an illegal invasion?

No, there is no warning line and no sign of no entry and exit next to it. It should not be illegal to go in and see for yourself, right?

Find some legal videos to learn later.

"...No, no, you misunderstood, our chairman saw the video and wanted to ask you some questions."

Li Zijian on the other end of the phone choked on Lu Jian, and answered after a while.

"Your director?"

Lu Jian smelled something wrong.

"Yes, I don't know if you have heard of it, but our chairman's name is Song Yunyan."

thump——

Lu Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Song Yunyan?

Didn't she... die in the Jiangcheng Grand Theater?

"Mr. Lu?"

Li Zijian was a little confused by Lu Jian's sudden silence.

"...Well, what time will I be there tomorrow?"

Lu Jian restrained his thoughts and turned to ask.

"You don't need to run around, we will send a special car to pick you up at ten o'clock in the morning. Your current address is 1304, Building 4, XX Community, right?"

Li Zijian fluently reported Lu Jian's current address.

"...right."

Lu Jian responded.

"Okay, I received it, then I won't bother you, Mr. Lu, to rest."

The other party hung up the phone.

Lu Jian stood on the balcony, listening to the melody of the classic Spring Festival Gala songs from the room, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Let's not discuss why the other party can get his account number, identity, and address information. In the Internet age, privacy is vulnerable to capital. Just spend some money to investigate the real-name authentication information of the old video network, and then find a real estate agency. You can find these by checking the rental information corresponding to the ID card.

Lu Yi paid attention to other things.

He picked up his phone, searched for Song Yunyan's news, and compared the pictures of old newspapers he had downloaded.

Then Lu Jian realized that he had indeed been negligent.

Reports back then focused on Du Danping's death, mentioning a total of five people at that time, but did not say that Song Yunyan was also killed at the same time.

So, even though Song Yunyan was present, she was not burned to death by the fire?

She is the daughter of the former chairman of Jiangcheng Industry,

Now the daughter inherited her father's business and became a female president?

"Song Yunyan came to see me after seeing me exploring the Jiangcheng Grand Theater and seeing Du Danping performing?"

Lu Jian probably figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"It's a good thing I didn't release the picture of smashing Du Danping's undead head, otherwise, would Song Yunyan want to crush me?"

He's a little behind the scenes.

"Or, Song Yunyan is indeed dead, and the current 'Song Yunyan'... is actually something disguised as her?"

Another possibility came to mind.

"Forget it, I will leave these troubles to myself tomorrow, sleep!"

Lu Jian decided not to worry about it.

He lay on the chair and fell into a peaceful sleep amidst the singing of "Gong Xi Fa Cai".

...

The next day, eight o'clock.

Lu trip woke up on time, and the song in his ears continued.

"Run forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule, how can you feel the vastness of life without going through hardships..."

He glanced at the bed, Qin Tiantian slept like a dead pig, motionless.

Lu Jian sat up and washed, changed his clothes and went out to buy breakfast.

Two drawers of steamed buns, two bowls of soy milk, and four fried dough sticks, all packed back.

When he returned home, Qin Tiantian had just gotten out of bed, he looked half asleep and half awake, and couldn't open his eyes.

Lu Jian put the breakfast on the table in the living room, thought about the ways to increase the number of fans he had seen before, and decided to establish his own personality.

To establish a personality, you can't be too deliberate, you need to do it casually.

So he picked up his phone, took a photo of the breakfast, and posted a post on the old video network.

[Did everyone sleep well last night, get up and have breakfast! 】

Such positive dynamics will definitely inspire people!

As soon as Lu Yi put down his phone and opened the take-out box, the dynamic reminder vibrated.

With one hand, he dipped fried dough sticks into soy milk with chopsticks, and flipped the comments with the other.

[It's all your TM blame for your video, which kept me up all night! 】

【Is this breakfast the underworld breakfast brought from somewhere? 】

[Wait, look carefully, is there a human head in this soy milk? 】

[Grass, are you here to retaliate against the society early in the morning? 】

[Soymilk must be salty! 】

[Go away, can you drink salty soy milk? 】

Miscellaneous comments popped up in just a few minutes.

Lu Yi has almost 15,000 fans. On the old video network, he can be regarded as a small UP with his own circle.

"Is there a problem with the photo?"

Lu Jian saw the comment, clicked on the photo to zoom in and observe carefully.

He saw that there was indeed a human face reflected in the soy milk! A face that does not belong to Lu Jian.

"Don't stand there, eat quickly."

Seeing Qin Tiantian in the reflection of the phone, Lu Juan raised his head and urged him.

"I slept so well. Your bed is really interesting. I have never slept so comfortably at home."

Qin Tiantian stretched like a cat, and sat across from Lu Jian at an angle where he couldn't see anything.

"I'm going out later, you go home quickly."

Lu Jian asked a question.

Does this woman want to rub the bed?

At most, his bed would be rubbed against by a puppet cat with blue eyes, woman, roll as far as you can!

"Back, of course I have to! I'll leave when you go out."

Qin Tiantian yawned, picked up his chopsticks and started eating breakfast.

The two finished their breakfast without any conversation while looking at their mobile phones.

After tidying up for a while, at ten o'clock sharp, Lu Jian's cell phone rang.

It's yesterday's number.

"Hi, Mr. Lu, I've arrived downstairs and the car is ready."

Lu Jian responded, and glanced downstairs outside the window.

Boy, is this a stretched version of that luxury car? .

On the side, Qin Tiantian, who was looking down, also saw the black luxury car that was incompatible with the surrounding environment of the community.

"Wow, is your family a hidden rich second generation?"

As he spoke, he hummed a little tune.

"you shut up."

Lu Jian, who was about to get into a black limousine, didn't want to hear a woman singing.

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