The half-month filming of the Oriental Princess of the "City Hunter" crew has ended, and Shan Liwen has not been able to determine the identity of the man who had an affair with Li Lizhen.

After Wang Jing's suspicion became smaller, Shan Liwen also suspected Lin Youlun, but in the subsequent shooting, he did not find that Lin Youlun and Li Lizhen had any abnormalities in their expressions when they were together.

This incident became a mystery in Shan Liwen's heart.

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18 Ka Yip Street, Chai Wan.

A middle-aged man carrying an old-fashioned briefcase looked up at the headquarters building of Ming Pao in front of him, and was sure that this was the place he was looking for.

The receptionist at the front desk of the hall saw the middle-aged man coming over, stood up, and smiled politely at the other party.

"Sir, do you want to submit or find someone?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Lin Youlun, chairman of your Ming Pao newspaper...... "The middle-aged man spoke Mandarin, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that Lu Dao was coming from the mainland, and the reception staff listened to it twice, and then they could barely understand what he was saying.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Mr. Lin is not in the company during this time."

The receptionist spoke Cantonese, and the middle-aged man didn't understand either, standing there looking at her blankly.

The receptionist had to take out a pen and paper and write down his words.

Hong Kong uses traditional characters, and some of the fonts are different from those in simplified Chinese, but most of them are still universal, so the meanings are not difficult to recognize.

The middle-aged man looked a little disappointed when he read the reception staff's reply on paper.

"When will Mr. Lin be in the company?"

"I don't know much about that."

The reception staff is telling the truth.

Lin Youlun rarely goes to the headquarters of "Ming Pao" to work, and he is an internal employee of "Ming Pao", and it is rare to see him a few times a month.

"Then is your President Dong here?" The middle-aged man then asked.

The receptionist nodded. Then start asking according to the procedure.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Nope." The middle-aged man shook his head. Then he added: "But I know your President Dong." When he visited the mainland, I also had dinner with him. ”

The receptionist replied businessmandly, "Sir, I'm sorry, President Dong is very busy, and if you don't make an appointment in advance, I'm afraid he won't be able to find time to meet you." ”

"Then I'll make an appointment, when can I meet President Dong?"

The receptionist checked the visitor's appointment record and then told the middle-aged man regretfully. If he wants to make an appointment to meet Dong Qianli, he will have to wait until at least three days later.

"But I'm passing through Hong Kong on a business trip, and I have to go back tomorrow." The middle-aged man became anxious when he heard this, "Comrade, see if you can be accommodating, I really have something very important to see your President Dong." ”

The receptionist shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't make decisions about this kind of thing." ”

The middle-aged man left the reception with a disappointed expression, and as he was walking out, he saw a young man walk in.

The middle-aged man only felt that the other party was a little familiar. After looking carefully, I found that the other party looked very similar to Lin Youlun, the chairman of "Ming Pao" he was looking for.

The middle-aged man had only seen a photo of Lin Youlun in the newspaper. I didn't know him personally, so in order to prevent mistakes, he first asked: "Is it Mr. Lin?" ”

Lin Youlun noticed this middle-aged man as soon as he came in, because the other party was very big, Lin Youlun's height of nearly 1.8 meters was half a head shorter than the other party, and he looked very ordinary, but he had a literati temperament, so Lin Youlun looked at him twice.

Hearing the middle-aged man ask, Lin Youlun stopped and looked at each other curiously.

"My surname is indeed Lin, but I don't know if Lu Dao is the person you want."

Lin Youlun's fluent Mandarin almost made the middle-aged man think that his ears were wrong.

"That's right, that's right, you're the one I'm looking for!"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses from his surprise and stepped forward to shake hands with Lin Youlun.

"May I ask who you are?"

Lin Youlun hesitated and didn't stretch out his hand, and the middle-aged man remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet.

"Contemptible Feng Jicai, a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy. Chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles of Zimbabwe. ”

Lin Youlun was stunned, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged man in front of him, who was not good-looking, was actually a celebrity in the mainland.

"It turned out to be Mr. Feng's face, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Lin Youlun shook hands with Feng Jicai at this time, and then Feng Jicai smiled and said: "I really didn't expect Mr. Lin to speak Mandarin so well, even I, a mainlander, am a little ashamed." ”

"I often go to the mainland, and the more I use it, the more I will become proficient."

"Last year's flood in East China, Mr. Lin led the Hong Kong performing arts industry to donate generously, and patriotic deeds have already spread all over the country, and Hong Kong films have become internationally famous in recent years, and it is the common glory of Chinese people around the world!"

Feng Jicai put on two high hats for Lin Youlun as soon as they met, although he knew that the other party's words were mostly flattering, but being praised like this, Lin Youlun was still quite useful in his heart.

"Mr. Feng is serious, I really can't afford to be praised by you for these things I have done."

Lin Youlun and Feng Jicai exchanged two polite sentences, and then asked about the purpose of Feng Jicai's visit to the headquarters of "Ming Pao".

Feng Jicai's expression was full, "Don't hide it from Mr. Lin, I'm here to find you on this trip!" ”

Although Lin Youlun was curious about what Feng Ji had come to do with him, it was not the place to speak at the moment.

"Mr. Feng, please come with me!"

Lin Youlun invited Feng Jicai to his office and asked someone to pour tea for Feng Jicai.

Feng Jicai took the time to take a few glances at Lin Youlun's office, and found that the furnishings here were very neat, although there was no dust on it, but at a glance, he knew that the road had not been touched for a long time.

It can be seen that Lin Youlun does not come to this office often, but the staff of "Ming Pao" still insist on coming to clean it every day.

The secretary came in with a cup of tea and a cup of coffee, and after putting it down, Lin Youlun waved his hand and signaled him to go out first.

"Mr. Feng has something to do with me, I can say it now."

Feng Jicai put down the teacup and sat up straight.

"I came this time, mainly because of a plagiarism case in the cultural circles, and I want to ask Mr. Lin to administer justice for the original author!"

Lin Youlun was quite surprised in his heart, but asked quietly on the surface: "I don't know what Mr. Feng said?" ”

"Wang Xue, the author of the comic "Old Master"!"

Lin Youlun frowned, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open, and Dong Qianli, the president of "Ming Pao", strode in, he first said hello to Lin Youlun, and then walked to Feng Jicai, and said excitedly: "Mr. Feng, why didn't you come to Hong Kong to tell me in advance, the last time you went to the mainland to thank you for your hospitality, you came to Hong Kong, how should you let me do my landlord's friendship, right?" ”

Feng Jicai stood up and shook hands with Dong Qianli.

"I was about to find President Dong just now, but the reception staff downstairs said that you were very busy, so I didn't bother directly."

"I'm really sorry, there are really too many things at hand, if I hadn't heard that you were in Mr. Lin's office, I wouldn't have known about it." Dong Qianli took Feng Jicai's hand with a look of shame.

Lin Youlun sat behind the desk, and waited for Dong Qianli and Feng Ji to finish greeting each other before asking, "Can President Dong's matter at hand be put aside for the time being?" ”

Dong Qianli joked: "Mr. Lin, you have spoken, can I still say no?" ”

Lin Youlun asked Dong Qianli to pull over a chair to sit down, then looked at Feng Jicai and said, "It just so happens that President Dong is also here, so Mr. Feng can tell us about the incident just now." ”

Feng Jicai nodded and began to speak.

"It all started more than four years ago, when I returned from Egypt and passed through Singapore, where I could see a kind of comic book called "Old Master" everywhere on the bookstalls. However, the main images in this comic book are all plagiarized from the old works of the smash hit Tianjin cartoonist Peng Di in the thirties and forties, and I also brought some evidence this time! ”

After hearing Feng Jicai's words, Lin Youlun didn't react, but Dong Qianli's face changed drastically.

You must know that Lu Dao Wang Xue's "Old Master" has been popular since the 70s, and enjoys a high reputation in the entire Chinese world, and its circulation is the first place in comic works all year round, but it is such a work, but now it is said to be plagiarism, which makes Dong Qianli a little difficult to accept for a while.

Feng Jicai opened the briefcase, took out two photos of the sketches, and handed them to Lin Youlun.

Lin Youlun didn't express any opinion after reading it, but just handed the photo to Dong Qianli.

Dong Qianli couldn't wait to take it, and sighed after reading it: "If the drawings on these photos are true, then Wang Ze must have plagiarized the comic author Peng Di that Mr. Feng said!" ”

As a journalist for many years, Dong Qianli can make judgments based on intuition.

Lin Youlun opened his mouth and asked at this time: "I don't know if this brother is still alive?" ”

Feng Jicai sighed faintly and shook his head gloomily.

"What, Mr. Peng is no longer alive?"

"In the early 80s, my brother passed away."

Feng Jicai recalled with a sad face the process of his search for his brother, and also mentioned one thing.

"In the 70s, someone once brought the cartoons of the old master in Hong Kong to my brother, and it was the most bitter, miserable and sad time for my brother, he was already sick and had no money...... I felt very bitter when I heard it, and I became more and more determined to let more people know about this matter and correct the name of the real author of "Old Master"! ”

"I can understand Mr. Feng's feelings, but Mr. Peng is no longer there, and it will be very difficult to solve this matter." Although he couldn't bear to disappoint Feng Jicai, Dong Qianli still said this.

Feng Jicai looked at Dong Qianli in disbelief, and then his gaze fell on Lin Youlun's face.

"Isn't Mr. Lin willing to uphold justice for his brother?" (To be continued......)