Stories don't happen in one place at the same time, and when you're doing one thing, somebody else is doing different things.

While Han Woo was still sitting with Kwon Yoona drinking water in the VIP treatment room of Kyung Hee Hospital, in this private funeral home at the foot of Bukhan Mountain in Seoul, Park Buhwa was standing on the lawn and quietly listening to the report on the other end of the phone.

"So, after you have been investigating for so long, you have only found something that the public knows? After the death of my parents, I was adopted by the family of that female artist named Lin Yun'er, and I went to the United States when I was a teenager. However, it doesn't seem like what I want is his post-adoption information, right?"

Listening to Pu Buhua's slow and logical tone, there was a trace of femininity hidden in the old voice, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed to wipe the cold sweat on his head, and hurriedly said carefully: "We, we also found out something that others don't know at all......

"That LJ Group, you mean?"

Pu Buhua stopped feeding a few pigeons on the lawn, and the old man, who had always been a little pale, seemed to sneer silently from his nose, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said with his mobile phone: "A business group with good value, and then what? What do you want to prove to me? Is that young man excellent? It's a pity...... I don't need to know if he's good or not. ”

If Yin Zhi stood aside at this time, President Yin Da, who was already unhappy, would roll up his sleeves and fight with this old man with his slender and white arms.

Because even if he didn't say it explicitly, but from the inside and outside of the words, anyone could hear Pu Buhua's disdain.

As for the business empire established by Han Yu in Yin Zhi's mouth and worthy of everyone's worship and admiration, in the eyes of Pu Buhua, it seems to be worth mentioning at all.

After all, whether it is possible to become a towering giant tree in the future or has begun to take shape, the sapling that dies is the death of the tree, and it is not worth a moment of pause.

What's more, in Pu Buhua's view, the thing he wants to verify is far more important than whether Han Yu was a famous business genius on Wall Street before.

Obviously, this time his men failed to bring him the information he wanted, which made his wrinkled face invisibly add a bit of gloom.

"Sir, it's been too long since you were looking into what you're looking for. ”

The person on the other end of the phone explained helplessly: "Moreover, Han Yu's mother is said to have a child out of wedlock. You also know that at that time, it was normal for any rural clinic to perform surgery and not leave a file, not to mention that we had all checked, and no one knew who Han Yu and his father were. There is too little information about this part, we only know that Han Yu was a four-year-old child when he first appeared in Seoul with his mother, and then his mother took him to do various part-time jobs to support the mother and son, mainly doing TV station work, screenwriting and various chores. At that time, the social circle of mother and son was very narrow, and the situation of people who came and went was not much better, everyone was busy working for a living, who had time to pay attention to this and that?"

"Four-year-old ......"

Pu Buhua raised his hand and tapped his forehead with a headache, and muttered to himself: "The age is right, but this background is ...... If I'm not mistaken, you say, his mother was a female screenwriter?"

"Yes. The person on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly, "In fact, many people know about this now." Some time ago, the news was still in the news, and it was said that his mother was quite famous at that time. ”

"What's the name?"

"Han Yishi. ”

"Han Yishi, what are the words, you send them to me and I'll take a look. ”

Taking advantage of the beautiful daylight outside, Park Buhua stood on the lawn and squinted, looking down at the text messages received on his mobile phone.

The other party was very considerate, not only sent his name, but also attached a picture by the way, which was the identity information about Han Yishi that they found.

Enlarged the photo on the screen with his fingers, and Pu Buhua's eyes carefully scanned back and forth on the face of the gentle-looking woman on the picture several times, and then compared them with the impressions left in his memory, and finally shook his head.

If it were Han Qinse, he would be at a loss.

Even if she hadn't seen her mother since she was a child, she also knew that Han Yishi in this photo was definitely not her mother Han Tan.

And the eldest lady of the Han family counted only a few friends before her death, and the ending of each of them was clear to Pu Buhua.

So he knew that the Han Yishi in front of him would not be a stand-in for any of those who had changed his face.

So, is it really dazzling yourself?

Pu Buhua, who had never believed in cause and effect, read Han Yishi's information again and again, chewing back and forth on this very Chinese name, and finally fell on the very inconspicuous information on the first line of information.

"Pear Blossom ......"

He was like an old fox who smelled something, frowned and pondered for a while, then dialed another number with his mobile phone, and after connecting, he didn't wait for the other party to say anything, and directly opened his mouth and asked: "When the eldest lady was in Pear Blossom, are you sure your people will follow the whole process?"

The other party seemed stunned.

Immediately after, a hoarse and old voice came unhappily.

"Why are you asking this?"

"I don't have time to quarrel with you old immortal now!" Pu Buhua's brows furrowed fiercely, "I'm investigating a very important matter! If you don't want to go to the adults to apologize afterwards, just say it quickly!"

The other party seemed to feel the solemnity in Pu Buhua's words, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "You don't know the person who was responsible for protecting the eldest lady back then. Although Zhiyun's kid has always listened to the words of the eldest lady, he will not forget his duties. ”

"Do you mean that the eldest lady's every move back then was absolutely under our surveillance?" Park Buhua asked with a frown not very politely.

The other party was choked, and immediately gritted his teeth, and his deep voice was like a tiger's thunderous roar, which shook Pu Buhua's eardrum a little tingling.

"Can't you just make it nice?!

"The order was given by an adult! Not by me!" Pu Buhua said with a rare roll of his eyes.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" the other party became impatient.

"Something. Pu Buhua still maintained that mysterious mouth, and when he thought about it, he took his mobile phone and said: "You go and ask that kid Zhiyun, is there anyone around the eldest lady who he didn't mention to us back then, for example...... Classmates from the same school?"

The other party's reaction was also very crisp, and he hung up the phone directly.

A few minutes later, the call came again.

Pu Buhua hurriedly picked it up and asked, "How is it?"

"No!" the other party's tone was still not very good, "I said, if the eldest lady has contact with someone, how dare that kid Zhiyun hide from us......?

Suddenly!

Pu Buhua's body seemed to flow through a string of electric currents, and his hairs stood up!

He hung up the phone abruptly and hurriedly dialed another number.

"Lord Shangshan?"

A calm and confused middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jin Zhiyun, you tell me right now! Back then, we asked you to contact Ewha University to arrange a separate tutor for the eldest lady, did you help the eldest lady do something hidden from us?!"

The calm middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone immediately became sneering, and he hesitated for a few seconds before he whispered, "At that time...... Miss, she doesn't like the classes you arranged......"

"Less nonsense!I'll ask you if you have it or not?!"

I have to say that Pu Buhua is now angry and depraved, like a crazy old fox.

The middle-aged male voice hesitated slightly, but still gritted his teeth and admitted: "Yes, didn't the eldest lady always want to be a screenwriter? I secretly found an extracurricular tutor for her from among the students......

Suddenly, Pu Buhua took a long, deep breath.

He calmed down for a while before trying to ask in a voice that wasn't so shaky, "That student...... Isn't it called, Han Yishi?"

The middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone was immediately stunned, and subconsciously asked:

"How do you know?"