"Mr. Lin, can I take a look?"
Song Shize said somewhat nervously.
Lin Chen took out his phone and opened a photo: "This is a photo of the will. Take a look."
Song Shize looked at it carefully.
He was certain that this was his father's handwriting. Moreover, this will had a notarization stamp. With Lin Chen's abilities, it was impossible for him to fake this.
"Patriarch Song, can you recognize Old Song's handwriting?"
Lin Chen asked.
Song Shize nodded: "This will was left by my father. Mr. Lin, my father mentioned that half a percent should go to you. I fully agree with this."
"This portion is worth 15 billion. We can give you assets or give you cash directly."
Lin Chen said with a faint smile: "No problem."
"But the will distribution isn't that urgent. Let Old Song rest in peace first, and then find the mastermind behind this. You are the family head; you will definitely get your share."
Song Shize secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed he had made the right trip.
He never expected that his old man would actually let Lin Chen distribute the inheritance. If he had confusedly colluded with Song Shikang to target Lin Chen, the fun would have been great.
"Mr. Lin, my father gave us a test before he died."
Song Shize said with emotion.
Lin Chen: "Patriarch Song, I will not let Old Song down. I will try my best to distribute it fairly to you. What should be divided will not be less, and what should not be divided will not be given."
"Yes."
Song Shize nodded. "Father also believed that you could uphold justice. Mr. Lin, I will find the murderer as soon as possible."
Soon, Song Shize left.
He was in a pretty good mood.
Since Lin Chen had the will, he could let Song Shikang and the others make trouble. The more trouble they made, the higher the chance of exposure.
"Qianqian, wake up."
Lin Chen went to the bedroom to wake up Lin Xiaoqian.
He still had to go to the Song family to offer condolences.
An hour later, Lin Chen and the others arrived at the Song family. Funeral music was playing, and wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall.
The guests who came all bowed respectfully.
Finally, it was Lin Chen's turn.
Lin Chen approached with a solemn expression. Lin Xiaoqian was not with him; Lin Xiaoqian and Cheng Xiaojun were waiting outside.
"You, surnamed Lin, get out."
"My dad died from eating the food you made."
"We don't need your crocodile tears!"
Song Shikang's wife suddenly said angrily.
Song Shize knew that Old Song had asked the big shots to take care of Lin Chen, but Song Shikang didn't know, and his wife knew even less.
She was making a scene to drag Song Qingquan into the water.
Song Qingquan ate the food made by Lin Chen, but the food was sent by Song Wan.
"Shut up!"
Song Shize shouted at Song Shikang's wife.
"Second brother, control your wife."
"Lin Shao's food was for Wan'er. He helped Wan'er, and Lin Shao is a friend of Father's. He's here to offer condolences. Can our Song family be so rude?"
Song Shikang's expression changed slightly.
Song Shize rebuked his wife without mercy. At least they were brothers, and Lin Chen was an outsider.
His wife's family was also very strong.
This situation made Song Shikang keenly aware that something was wrong. There might be something he didn't know, or Song Shize knew something.
Lin Chen respectfully finished bowing.
Song Shize also returned the bow. Song Qingquan wasn't there. He was probably sleeping at this time. After all, the funeral lasted for several days, and the three brothers had to take turns resting.
"Patriarch Song, my condolences."
Lin Chen said.
Song Shize said: "Mr. Lin, thank you. Please move to rest for a while. Please forgive any neglect. Yunjie, take Mr. Lin to Old Li and the others."
"Okay."
A person next to Song Shize said.
Before long, Lin Chen was taken to the backyard.
The front yard was noisy, and the backyard was relatively quiet. Song Yunjie knocked on the door and brought Lin Chen to a room. Two old men were admiring calligraphy in the room.
They were admiring the piece he had given to Old Song.
"Little Lin, you're here."
"Little Lin, we've been waiting for you for a while."
The two old men looked at Lin Chen and said with a smile.
Song Yunjie quickly exited the room. He felt great pressure in front of these two old men.
Lin Chen smiled and said: "Old Li, Old Zhang."
These two old men were the ones he had drunk with before.
Old Li said with emotion: "Old Song was still eating with us last week. I didn't expect him to be gone now. His entrustment has actually become a deathbed request."
Old Zhang: "Little Lin, same old saying, if you need any help, just look for us."
Lin Chen quickly said: "Thank you, Seniors."
Old Li: "Little Lin, there's paper and pen here. Can you show us your calligraphy in front of us?"
"We'll learn from you."
Old Zhang also looked at Lin Chen expectantly.
They knew that Lin Chen was Lin Yu, but they hadn't seen Lin Chen write before, and they still couldn't believe it deep down. Lin Chen was so young, yet his calligraphy was so strong?
"Of course."
Lin Chen said with a smile.
He walked to the desk and spread out the paper. There were pens and ink on the desk. Lin Chen pondered slightly and picked up the pen to write: "The sunset glows with the lonely wild ducks in flight, the autumn water shares the same hue with the vast sky."
His calligraphy was still at the legendary level, but his skill was even stronger than before.
Old Li and Old Zhang quickly immersed themselves in it.
A beautiful picture appeared in their minds.
Quite a while passed before they came back to their senses.
"Amazing."
"Little Lin, this is a national treasure-level work. Does this effect work for you foreigners too?"
Old Li and Old Zhang said separately.
Lin Chen: "If foreigners understand Chinese, the effect is the same. If they don't understand, the effect will be much worse. For foreigners who don't understand Chinese, the effect of paintings is better."
"Your painting skills are also high?"
Old Li asked in surprise.
"It's alright, I guess."
Lin Chen said with a smile.
Old Zhang quickly said: "Little Lin, then how about you paint a picture? I used to learn traditional Chinese painting. Although I don't paint very well, my appreciation level is pretty good."
Lin Chen nodded: "No problem."
He directly used a brush to paint a landscape painting. His painting skills were even higher than his calligraphy skills.
This was already close to the mythical level!
Before he had finished painting, Old Li and the others were already immersed in it.
After a long time, Old Li and the others woke up. Old Li said in disbelief: "Little Lin, I thought you were just extremely good at calligraphy. I didn't expect you to be a master of both calligraphy and painting."
"Old Zhang, what do you think of Little Lin's painting?"
Old Zhang: "..."
He said unhappily: "What qualifications do I have to comment? His painting has already exceeded the limit of what I can comment on."
"Old Song is really cunning, asking us to look after you."
"We're about to be buried, and we can't look after the Song family for long. You're young and have unlimited potential."
At this time, two more big shots came over.
Seeing the calligraphy and paintings that Lin Chen had just written and painted, they quickly immersed themselves in it, and were shocked when they woke up.
They knew before that Lin Chen was Lin Yu.
They also knew some things about Lin Yu.
But that kind of understanding was completely different from the direct feeling now.
"Beep beep!"
Lin Chen's phone suddenly rang.
It was Cheng Xiaojun calling. Lin Chen quickly answered. Cheng Xiaojun said on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Lin, Qianqian misses you."
"Daddy, where are you?"
Lin Xiaoqian's childish voice came over.
Old Zhang said with a smile: "Little Lin, go bring your daughter over. It's noisy outside, and it's quiet here."
A Mr. Yang who came later laughed: "My granddaughter is also here. I'll go carry her over. They're about the same age, so they can play together."
Lin Chen nodded.
"Qianqian, Daddy will be right there."
