My Dear People · Moon Evening

The mirror is honest, it can reflect both beauty and ugliness on the face in peace.

But the human heart is always full of lies.

The more you care, the more you look forward and backward.

The more you look forward to it, the more you can't stop deceiving yourself.

-June 2016, 5

The dark and shabby slums were accompanied by gusts of cold wind from nowhere, and Lin Yilin couldn't help shivering. He stiffly looked at the few black people who were doing nothing by the side of the road, and he could only see the gloomy look on their faces. numbness.

I really don't know why that mysterious person insisted on making an appointment to meet in this kind of place.

But if you come, you will be safe, Xiao Linzi quickly calmed down, loaded the car keys and walked towards the block written in the address.

Sure enough, after entering the empty bar, he looked up and saw the man in the photo in the corner.

Scruffy clothes, messy hair, and dimples on his face, he looked unremarkable.

Lin Yilin walked over and sat down silently, seeing his own facial features reflected by the glass window behind the man, he was inexplicably funny: he was also a person who crawled out from the bottom of the world, but he has become incompatible with this bottom world.

"Why, are you scared to come to this kind of place?" The man laughed at him, his voice was cold like a poisonous snake.

Lin Yilin remained expressionless: "Who the hell are you? What does Yan Qingwei's photo mean?"

"Ha, dare to go to the appointment without knowing anything about me." The man still sneered: "Are all the canaries in the cage so naive?"

Lin Yilin pushed the photo and the note Leo gave him: "If you don't want to have a good talk, then I'll leave."

"Well, for the sake of the dollar." The man's expression was cynical: "You can call me 'Ghost Whisperer', as for me, I specialize in collecting information on you rich people."

After that, he threw a lot of photos of Queen Yan and the foreigner on the table with a thud, and continued: "The most high-profile overseas Chinese businessman has bribed members of Congress for the real estate of the Twin Towers in New York. This news should be quite explosive, right? If you want to see more (behind the scenes), I still have more."

In two sentences, clearly state the reason and purpose.

Lin Yilin put away the photos stiffly and asked, "How much do you want?"

The foreigner held out a finger.

Lin Yilin frowned: "100 million?"

"Ten million, US dollars." The ghost whisperer replied lazily.

"I don't have that much money, besides, why should I believe that you won't lie to me." Lin Yilin heard the unacceptable extortion, and immediately got up to leave.

"It seems that you really don't know who I am. If I'm not honest, how can I do business." The ghost whisperer spread his hands, looking very innocent.

Lin Yilin patted the table angrily: "Aren't you afraid of death if you threaten people like this!"

The Ghost Whisperer said indifferently: "My life is worthless, what is valuable is Yan Qingwei's scandal."

Although Lin Yilin has never asked about the Queen's business, she has also seen from the news that the cost of the twin towers in New York is as high as 15 billion US dollars. The financing obtained from the Bank of America is the main source of funds. If her credit is damaged now, the consequences may be disastrous.

Thinking of this, the momentum on his face just now can't help but decrease a bit.

"Well, for the sake of your beauty, why don't you sleep with me all night, and I'll give you a [-]% discount?" Ghost Whisperer smiled wretchedly, his rough hands almost touched Xiao Linzi's delicate and fair face, It was opened again.

"Give me some time." Lin Yilin finally chose to delay and compromise.

The Ghost Whisperer seemed to have expected this ending a long time ago. He took a sip of the unknown wine on the table and said, "For three days, bring cash to see me."

Ever since his father, William, woke up from the hospital, Leo was once again ignored by his grandfather, and he was rarely allowed to show his face at the bank.

Life behind the scenes is tough, but that doesn't mean there's nothing you can't do behind the scenes.

The hatred for this family has supported Leo to this day, and of course will support him to continue.

The weather was a little cloudy that day, and the warm spring scenery was gone, but it didn't hinder Leo's good mood of drinking and resting by the pool. When he was half asleep and half awake, his extremely private mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

Leo was not surprised to see the name clearly, and quickly answered the channel: "Hi."

"Who exactly did you ask me to contact?" Lin Yilin's voice came out instantly, and he asked with a straight face.

Leo chuckled: "I didn't expect you to have never heard of paparazzi journalists who threatened half of New York's high society."

Lin Yilin was silent for a moment: "So you know what he wants to blackmail me?"

"Of course." Leo was very calm: "I don't want the news to be released by him either. After all, Bank of America and Yan Qingwei both prosper and lose each other."

Lin Yilin has obviously never been exposed to this kind of dark side, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Isn't this a gift worthy of your joy? Solving huge troubles at a fair price is the luck that every businessman dreams of." Leo asked rhetorically.

Probably hearing what he said, Lin Yilin also gave up a little bit, and could only say: "So, I should thank you."

The reason why some people can live shamelessly is because they have nothing to lose, so they dare to destroy the corners and corners of other people's perfect life.

Although Lin Yilin didn't know much about the ghost whisperer, he also realized that this rascal could not be dealt with by himself. Maybe he should just pay the money as Leo said?

But 1000 million US dollars is an astronomical figure for him. All the income these years has been used to share the living expenses with Chen Lu, and he has to pay off the huge mortgage of the villa every month. Recently, the stock market has fallen a lot. So much cash in three days...

The embarrassment of money at this moment brought Xiao Linzi back to the poverty he had when he was young, and he finally recalled the truth: feelings cannot be exchanged for material things, no matter how much he loves the young master, It's hard for him to shelter from the wind and rain in the real world.

"Can you pay half of it first? Give me more time."

After being distressed, the e-mail sent to the ghost whisperer was so humble that there was no confidence left.

Unexpectedly, when he was out of his mind, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open without any politeness.

Lin Yilin looked up and saw Chen Lu's slender figure, so frightened that he unconsciously closed his notebook heavily: "Why are you here?"

"I called you more than ten times and didn't answer. Are you worrying me to death if I don't come?" The young master's tone was bad because of his haste, but he said with regret, and said in a low voice: " I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"Ah, the design draft has no inspiration and is absent-minded." Lin Yilin stood up and replied with a pale face: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'll bring you dinner." Chen Lu put the large paper box containing sushi on the table: "If you want to work overtime, feel free, I will accompany you."

"No need, why don't you go play with Zheng Luolai." Lin Yilin gradually recovered from his gloomy mood and smiled.

"He's busy with business. I'm thirsty and want to drink juice." The young master took off his windbreaker just like he was at home, and naturally sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone while making requests.

Lin Yilin didn't want to bother Hu Ran to do these things, so he agreed to go to the tea room to find a fruit machine.

As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the office, Chen Lu immediately stood up and strode to the desk, and opened his notebook.

A person as smart as Xiao Linzi is very mentally handicapped.

Chen Lu quickly entered his English name with his slender fingers, and it turned on smoothly.

Not surprisingly, his originally clear blue eyes were gradually stained with anger because of what he saw.