Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan was still touching his chin, talking about the things that impressed him ten years ago when he was forced to confess and blocked the door.

"There is no way, the charm is there, and you can't stop it. But don't worry, I promise to be absolutely clean and innocent!"

Lin Xiyou looked solemn, covered his mouth with his left hand, blocking the source of the noisy sound, and hurriedly played back the recording with his right hand, selecting a specific section.

"Among so many senior colleagues, is there any one who impresses you the most or has the best relationship with you?"

"I'm quite familiar with myself, and I don't like to quarrel, so I get along well with everyone. Sometimes, I'm more alone, so I have the same impression of everyone."

She repeated it three times, selected some of Li Miao's answers, and after confirming again and again, she shouted ecstatically, "I've found the problem!"

"Oh?" Song Ziyuan moved her hand away, and listened to the recording carefully, "His answer is indeed watertight, there is nothing wrong with it."

"It's precisely because it's too watertight that it's the problem. When a normal person is asked about something that happened ten years ago, the general reaction is to stop and think first, and then recall the answer, but he answered immediately without thinking."

"Listen, after my voice fell, less than two seconds later, he had already opened his mouth to answer, his tone was very firm, but his answer was vague, did not point to a specific person or thing, or, in other words, was I'm avoiding it on purpose."

As Lin Xiyou was talking, she suddenly remembered the metaphor Zhuo Yue said before leaving Hongshi Construction: the following speech was as perfect as memorizing a manuscript.

She immediately put on the earphones, turned on the multiplier, and listened to the first half of Zhuo Yue's interview alone, and sure enough.

The first half of Li Miao's answer was not fluent, and modal particles such as "um" and "uh" often appeared, and there was time to pause for thinking from time to time.

But in the second half, when he talked about his personal fortune, he answered the answers fluently, just like a success orator, and those answers seemed to be the speeches he had prepared in advance, and he had already recited them by heart.

Lin Xiyou raised the question in her heart, and Song Ziyuan fell into deep thought.

He opened his mouth slowly: "From the recording, it can be heard that he tells such a self-made story because he wants to package himself as a hard-working, self-taught grassroots successful entrepreneur."

"Actually, in today's shopping malls, there are many successful people who will choose a direction to package their personalities, deepen the public impression, and thus link the development of the enterprise."

"Some use the image of public welfare and charity to show the public, some use decisive means to intimidate people, some use the depth of knowledge to bluff people, and some follow the path of being humble and friendly to the people"

Lin Xiyou suddenly understood, "You mean, Li Miao probably pre-created a grassroots struggle character set for herself, and then arranged her own experience according to the character set?"

"So, the experiences he told may be false, and he may still be Li Rongquan, but he erased all the fragments related to my father."

"Hmm." Song Ziyuan took his laptop, quickly searched for some information, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "The information that can be found publicly on the Internet should all come from Li Miao's unified external caliber, and it has no reference value."

"The only way to really verify his identity and past history is to go deep into his household registration and investigate. I have commissioned someone to investigate before, and it has been a while. I don't know when I will get any news."

Just when things were at an impasse, Song Ziyuan's phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, it was too timely.

He picked it up quickly, and after a brief conversation, hung up the phone and smiled mysteriously at Lin Xiyou, "Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be there!"

"There's a result?!" Lin Xiyou jumped up from the sofa excitedly, almost pounced on him and hugged him to cheer, but in the end she was bound by the remaining reason.

Song Ziyuan nodded with a smile, looked at her barely retracted arms, and sighed regretfully, calmness is a devil, and he has deprived me of my benefits.
"Where is it?" Lin Xiyou grabbed his arm impatiently, her eyes were shining brightly.

"Where's the mailbox." Song Ziyuan held her wrist with his backhand, staring fixedly at her big eyes, "But you have to promise me first, no matter what the result is, you can't make impulsive decisions."

"Okay." Lin Xiyou responded immediately, and impatiently opened the webpage, beckoning him to do it quickly.

Song Ziyuan didn't talk nonsense, quickly entered the account password, and downloaded two investigation reports, "One belongs to Li Rongquan, and the other belongs to Li Miao."

Lin Xiyou tilted her head, stared intently at the screen, and quickly browsed through the two documents.

After careful comparison, her brows became more and more furrowed.

"There seems to be no intersection between the two of them"

"Li Rongquan is from Xingshi, the same place as my hometown. Li Miao was originally from Xixian County, and later moved to Haishi. According to the data, his activities did not involve Xingshi, nor did he have any intersection with my father."

"Li Rongquan's father was drinking and gambling when he was young, and his mother was seriously ill. Li Miao lost his father when he was young, and his mother was seriously ill."

Lin Xiyou listed them one by one, and only circled one thing in common: her mother was seriously ill and died on the same day.

But this point doesn't seem to explain anything.

Song Ziyuan, who was silent for a long time, shook his head, "No. Assuming they are the same person, this just shows that his mother is his weakness, and it is his existence that he is unwilling to tamper with even if he tells all the lies."

He quickly pieced together bits and pieces of information in his mind.

"Ten years ago, Li Rongquan was very sad because of your father's death. He resigned and left Xingshi. The investigation showed that not long after, he went to live in seclusion overseas and never came back. In the past ten years , there is no record of him in the country.”

After this point, Lin Xiyou quickly compared the timelines of the two sides.

"It's also a coincidence here. Not long after my father died, Li Miao's house was hit by a fire for no reason. No one in his family was spared. He was rescued by chance, but his face was disfigured. Later, with the help of a kind-hearted person, he went abroad to repair the burned skin. "

She carefully considered the hypothesis, "If that kind-hearted person is Li Rongquan, he will have the opportunity to replace his identity with plastic surgery."

"Also ten years ago, Li Miao suddenly made a fortune. He contracted projects and started his own construction company. He was very prosperous. But before that, he was obviously just a small town in Xixian County. Little craftsmen, those who go out to work are hard labor."

"According to his childhood neighbor's description, he is honest, hardworking and hardworking, but his talent is not bright, and he is even a bit stubborn. Compared with Li Miao's current state, it is completely different."

After a cocoon-like analysis, there are more and more connection points between Li Miao and Li Rongquan.

Lin Xiyou became more and more convinced that they were the same person, and that his father's death and the accident on the construction site were absolutely inseparable from him.

Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still anymore, wishing she could run to Li Miao to confront her right away.