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Chapter 1098 Is Her Name Han Yishi?

Stories in the world don't happen in one place at the same time. When you are doing one thing, another place, some people are doing different things.

While Han Yu was still drinking water with Kwon Yoon-ah in the VIP treatment room of Kyung Hee Hospital, in this private funeral home at the foot of Bukhansan Mountain in Seoul, Park Bo-hwa was also standing quietly on the lawn Listen to the report on the other end of the phone.

"So, after searching for so long, you only found out something that the public knows? After her parents died, she was adopted by the family of the female artist named Lin Yuner, and went to the United States when she was a teenager. But, I want It doesn’t seem to be the information about him after he was adopted, right?”

Listening to Pu Buhua's slow tone, the old voice concealed a hint of femininity, the person on the other side of the phone seemed to wipe the cold sweat off his brow, and hurriedly said cautiously: "We, we also I found out something that no one else knew about..."

"You mean the LJ Group?"

Pu Buhua stopped feeding a few pigeons on the lawn. The pale old man seemed to sneer silently from his nasal cavity, grinned, and said with his mobile phone: "A business group with good value, And then? What do you want to prove to me? Is that young man good? It's a pity... I don't need to know whether he is good or not."

If Yin Zhi was standing aside at this time, Bao Buqi, who was already upset, would roll up his sleeves and use his slender white arms to have a good fight with this old man.

Because even if he didn't say it explicitly, anyone could hear Pu Buhua's disdain from what he said.

For the business empire that Yin Zhi said was built by Han Yu himself and deserves everyone's admiration and admiration, in Pu Buhua's eyes, it seems that it is not worth mentioning at all.

After all, whether it is possible to become a towering giant tree in the future or it has already begun to take shape, a sapling that dies is a premature death, and it is not worth people's eyes to stay for a moment.

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 the people under him failed to bring him the information he wanted, which made his deeply wrinkled face even more gloomy.

"Sir, it's been too long for what you want to investigate."

The person on the other end of the phone explained helplessly: "Besides, Han Yu's mother is said to have given birth out of wedlock. You also know that at that time, it was normal for any rural clinic to deliver a baby without leaving a file. What's more, we all checked After that, no one knows who Han Yu's father is. There is too little information about this part, we only know that Han Yu was a child about four years old when he was brought by his mother to Seoul for the first time After that, his mother took him to do various part-time jobs together to support mother and son, mainly doing TV station work, screenwriting work and various chores. At that time, the social circle of mother and son was very narrow, and the people they met The situation is not much better, everyone is busy with their livelihoods, who has time to pay attention to this and that?"

"Four years old..."

Pu Buhua raised her hand and tapped her forehead with a headache, and muttered to herself: "The age is right, but this background... If I remember correctly, you said, his mother is a female screenwriter? "

"Yes." The person on the other end of the phone smiled wryly, "Actually, many people know about this matter now. The news was still buzzing a while ago, and it is said that his mother was quite famous at that time."

"What's the name?"

"Han Yishi."

"Han Yishi? What are the different characters? Send it over and let me have a look."

Taking advantage of the bright sunlight outside, Pu Buhua squinted her eyes while standing on the lawn, looking down at the text messages received by her mobile phone.

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

Enlarged the photo on the screen with her fingers, Pu Buhua's eyes carefully scanned the face of the gentle woman in the picture several times, and compared it with the remaining impressions in her memory one by one, finally , still shook his head.

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

Even though she has never seen her mother since she was a child, she also knows that Han Yishi in this photo is definitely not her mother Han Tan.

As for Miss Han's family, she counted only a few friends during her lifetime, and Pu Buhua knew exactly what happened to each of them.

So he knew that the Han Yishi in front of him would not be the substitute of any of those people who had changed their appearance.

So, is it true that you are delusional?
Pu Buhua, who has never believed in karma and fate, read Han Yishi's materials again and again. He chewed on this very Chinese name, and finally his eyes fell on the very inconspicuous line on the materials. information.

"Big pear..."

Like an old fox who smelled something, he frowned and pondered for a while, then dialed another number on his mobile phone, and when he got through, he opened his mouth and asked without waiting for the other party to say anything: "Missy was in Pear Blossom that year. When you grow up, are you sure your people will follow you all the way?"

The other party seemed to be taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse and old voice came over angrily.

"Why are you asking this?"

"I don't have time to quarrel with you old bastard right now!" Pu Buhua frowned fiercely, "I'm investigating a very important matter! If you want to plead guilty in front of the adults afterwards, just say it quickly !"

The other party seemed to feel the solemnity in Pu Buhua's words. After a moment of silence, he still whispered: "It's not like you don't know the person who was responsible for protecting the eldest lady back then. Although that kid Zhiyun has always listened to the eldest lady's words, he also Don’t forget your responsibilities.”

"You mean to say that the eldest lady's every move was absolutely under our surveillance?" Pu Buhua directly frowned and asked back.

The other party was choked, and immediately gritted his teeth, his deep voice was like the thunderous roar of a tiger, which made Pu Buhua's eardrums tingle a bit.

"Can't you speak better?! You didn't give the order!"

"My lord gave the order! I didn't give it!" Pu Buhua rolled his eyes rarely.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden when you're fine?" The other party became impatient.

"It's something." Pu Buhua still maintained that mysterious tone, and after thinking about it, he held his mobile phone and said, "Go and ask that kid Zhiyun, is there anyone around the eldest lady that he didn't mention to us? For example...students from the same school?"

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

A few minutes later, the call came back again.

Pu Buhua quickly 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 brat Zhiyun hide it from us? You must know that we arranged the class for that year alone... "

Suddenly!
Pu Buhua seemed to have a series of currents flowing all over her body, and her hairs stood on end!

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

"Master Shangshan?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jin Zhiyun! Tell me right now! Back then when we asked you to contact Ewha University to arrange a separate tutor for Missy, did you help Missy do something that was hidden from us?!"

The steady middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone immediately became dull, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he said in a low voice: "At that time... Missy, she didn't like the courses arranged by your lord..."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll just ask you if you have it or not?!"

It has to be said that Pu Buhua's distraught look looks like a crazy old fox.

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

Immediately, Pu Buhua took a long, deep breath.

After calming down for a while, he tried his best to ask in a less trembling voice: "That student...is his name Han Yishi?"

The middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone was immediately taken aback, and subconsciously asked:
"How do you know?"

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)