I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

  Chapter 33 033. My house does not have a water meter

"Hey?"

  Lu Zan came to the balcony of the room, closed the balcony and the glass sliding door of the room, and watched Qin Tiantian, who was sleeping in Da Xia, holding a pillow and wrapped in a quilt, while answering the phone.

  The opponent was silent for a moment.

   Just when Lu Tie wondered if there would be any weird voice from the phone later, and he would receive a video tape containing Jing and the woman tomorrow, the voice came over there.

   is gratifying, it is the voice of human beings.

  "I’m sorry to disturb you so late, may I ask Mr. Lu Kizuna, your username on the old video network is [Not Moving], right?"

  "My house does not have a water meter."

  Lu Zin answered immediately.

  "?"

  The other party was obviously stunned. He didn't know what topic Lu was talking about, but he had obviously seen the world and quickly adjusted his emotions.

"That's it, Mr. Lu Yi, I am Li Zijian, the secretary to the chairman of Jiangcheng Industrial. We saw a video of you going to the Jiangcheng Grand Theater to explore on the Internet. I would like to discuss this matter with you. I don't know if you will have it tomorrow. Time? I'm so sorry to be harassing late at night."

I could hear a hint of helplessness from the man who claimed to be Li Zijian, just like his boss on the New Year’s Eve dinner on New Year’s Eve suddenly called and asked him to find a client to urge the payment. He was completely reluctant to disturb himself and the other party’s Spring Festival mood. But being forced by the **** life to look for customers with a business smile.

   "You want to sue me?"

  Lu Yi blurted out the first reaction.

  Jiangcheng Grand Theater is now considered to be rotten in the hands of Jiangcheng Industrial. It is the property of Jiangcheng Industrial. Is this an illegal invasion?

  It’s not right. There is no cordon and no entry sign beside it. Shouldn’t it be illegal to go in and see for yourself?

  Find some legal videos to learn later.

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

  Li Zijian on the other end of the phone was choked by Lu Zie, and only answered like that after a while.

  "Your chairman?"

  Lu Zie smelled something wrong.

   "Yes, I don't know if you have heard of it. Our chairman is named Song Yunyan."

   噔——

  Lu Yi's heart missed a beat.

  Song Yunyan?

  Isn’t she. Did she die at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater?

   "Mr. Lu?"

  Li Zijian was a little confused by Lu Yi’s sudden silence.

   "Well, where will I be tomorrow?"

  Lu Jie condensed his thoughts and asked instead.

  "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 Zie's current address.

".right."

  Lu Zan responded.

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

  The other party hung up.

  Lu Zin stood on the balcony, listening to the melody of the classic Spring Festival Gala songs in the room, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

Let’s not discuss why the other party can get his own account and identity and address information. In the Internet age, privacy is simply 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 of the corresponding ID card.

  Lu Yi is concerned about another matter.

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

  Then Lu Yi found out that he was indeed negligent.

  The reports that year focused on the death of Du Danping, mentioning a total of five people at that time, but did not say that Song Yunyan was also killed at the same time.

  So, although Song Yunyan was present at the time, she was not burned to death by the fire?

  She is the daughter of the former chairman of Jiangcheng Industrial. Now the daughter has inherited her father’s business and has become a female president?

   "Song Yunyan came to see me when she saw me exploring the Jiangcheng Grand Theater and Du Danping playing?"

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

  "Fortunately, I didn't show the scene of smashing Du Danping's undead head, otherwise Song Yunyan is going to thwart my bones and ashes?"

  He has some hindsight.

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

   Another possibility emerged in his mind.

   "Forget it, these worries will be left to myself tomorrow, sleep!"

  Lu Yi decided not to worry about his troubles.

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

  The next day, eight o'clock.

  Lu Yi woke up on time, the song in his ear continued.

  "Run forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule, how can you feel the vastness of life without suffering"

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

  Lu Zan sat up to wash, changed clothes and went out to buy breakfast.

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

  When he returned home, Qin Tiantian had just gotten up, his whole body looked half-asleep and half-awake, his eyes could not be opened.

  Lu Zin put the breakfast on the table in the living room, thought about the ways to increase the number of fans he saw before, and decided to set up his own personality.

  If you want 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 breakfast, and posted an update from the old video network.

  【Did you sleep well last night, let's get up for breakfast! 】

  Such a positive energy dynamic, surely inspiring people!

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

  He uses chopsticks to hold the fried dough sticks and dipped in soy milk with one hand, and flips the comments with the other.

  【All TM blame your video, so I didn't fall asleep all night! 】

  【Where did this breakfast come from the underworld breakfast? 】

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

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

  【Soy milk must be salty! 】

  【Bomb, can I drink salty soy milk? 】

  Miscellaneous comments popped up in just a few minutes.

  Lu Zin’s fans are almost fifteen thousand. On the old video network, it can be regarded as a small UP with its own circle.

  "There is a problem with the photo?"

  Lu Yi saw the comment, click on the photo to zoom in and take a closer look.

  He saw that there was indeed a human face reflected in the soy milk! Doesn't belong to Lu Zin's face.

   "Don't stand, eat quickly."

  Lu Yi saw Qin Tiantian in the reflection of the phone, raised his head and urged.

   "Sleep 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 Zin at an angle where he could not see anything.

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

   Lu Yi asked.

  Does this woman want to rub the bed?

  His bed, at most, is rubbed against the blue-eyed puppet cat, woman, how far can it roll!

   "Go back, of course! I'll leave when you go out."

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

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

  Clean up for a while, at exactly ten o'clock, Lu Yi's cell phone rang.

   is yesterday's number.

  "Hello, Mr. Lu, I have arrived downstairs and the car is ready."

  Lu Zan responded and glanced downstairs outside the window.

  Good guy, is this an extended version of that luxury car? .

  Aside, Qin Tiantian, who was looking down, also saw the black high-end sedan that was incompatible with the surrounding environment of the community.

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

   said, and hummed a little tune.

"you shut up."

  Lu Zin, who was about to get in a black limousine, didn't want to hear women singing.

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