They received this message but did not immediately report it to Lin Zhenghui. Instead, they doubted his identity, which had yet to be confirmed.
Sure, they had their suspicions about Lin Zhenghui's identity, but in their hearts, they were already 99 percent sure.
A CEO of a top 100 global enterprise—was she really lacking tens of thousands of yuan?
Would it make sense to store her collection of limited edition sports cars at Lin Zhenghui's farm and earn those few tens of yuan in fees?
However, those space capsule guest rooms that cost 380,000 yuan, could be sourced for 180,000 yuan. Lin Zhenghui believed the claims of hosting some event.
But they wouldn't believe it unless Lin Zhenghui had an unspeakable connection with Lin Corporation.
"Bro, do you think he could be the crown prince who disappeared 23 years ago?" Ye Zhiqiu lay on the bed, opened the guest room's skylight, and gazed at the starry sky above the mountain village.
