God of Rebirth Investment

"Chang Dong, what about you?"

"Sang Junwu."

Chang Dong was about to test again when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Chang Dong's consciousness returned to his physical body, and he took out his mobile phone.

"What, Mr. Liu passed away?!"

Chang Dong raised his brows, his eyes were shocked.

421 Mr. Liu

"Eat a little, the guests are coming soon." Yuan Julu looked worried at the almost undiminished food in her daughter's bowl.

Since her husband's death, Xuanxuan's state has made her very worried!

Compared with other members of the family who are enduring grief and supporting the family's glory, Liu Linxuan, as a junior, has much less pressure in this regard.

In addition, she grew up with her grandfather since she was a child, and her relationship has always been very good, so the death of her husband hit her hard.

Yuan Julu also knew that before her husband passed away, her daughter was hurt by love, and her condition was not right. Now that her grandfather died suddenly, she was really worried that her daughter would not be able to survive.

"Xuanxuan, look at me!" Yuan Julu hugged her girl's shoulders, and said with stern eyes: "Remember, your surname is Liu, don't embarrass your grandpa, your grandpa was decent before he was alive, don't let him down, Did you hear that"

Faced with her daughter's loss of soul, Yuan Julu had no choice but to use family pressure to cheer her up.

Known daughter Moruomu.

Sure enough, Yuan Julu's words cheered up Liu Linxuan, she nodded, ate something as if chewing wax, and left with her mother.

Mr. Liu's memorial ceremony was very low-key compared to the actor and wealthy businessman.

But behind this low-key, it still shows the huge network of Mr. Liu.

After the mourning ceremony began, the first people who came forward were almost all old people who were so old that only a handful of bones remained, followed by some local officials from various places, and then the top wealthy businessmen like Changdong.

Of course there will be more people in the future.

When Chang Dong came over, if the Liu family hadn't led the way, he might have been at the end of the crowd.

Although the Liu family has gone into decline because of Mr. Liu's retirement, it is still undeniable that the Liu family is still a giant, and there are still countless people who have to rely on the Liu family to live!

About seven or eight minutes after the mourning ceremony began, the master of ceremonies read Chang Dong's name.

Chang Dong, dressed in a black suit, walked towards Mr. Liu's crystal coffin while countless people were watching, and bowed solemnly.

After bowing, he, who was supposed to leave to make way for the people behind, suddenly lifted his feet and walked towards the crystal coffin.

This slightly presumptuous scene caused many people to subconsciously frown. x

However, with Chang Dong's position in place, no one spoke after all, and everyone just watched silently.

Chang Dong walked to the crystal coffin, looked at the remains of Mr. Liu silently for two seconds, then turned and left.

This scene made many people think.

They feel that Chang Dong's move may be to show the intimacy with the Liu family.

When passing by the family area, Chang Dong and Liu Wenze shook hands, and could only say "Sorrow and change".

Liu Wenze looked sad and solemn, he nodded and said nothing.

The relationship between him and Chang Dong no longer needs politeness in language.

The family members of the Liu family basically stood in a row according to the status of the children, returning gifts to the guests who came to mourn. x

Liu Linxuan stood slightly forward at the end, and there were some juniors behind her.

When Chang Dong walked in front of her, he stopped, thought for a while and opened his arms. Under Liu Linxuan's mournful eyes, he hugged her: "Don't be too sad, the old man will be sad when he sees it."

Liu Linxuan, who was hugged by Chang Dong, wanted to cry.

But she still held back, but she nodded with her eyes getting redder, and suddenly looked behind Chang Dong.

Of course she saw nothing.

After bidding farewell to the Liu family, Chang Dong was escorted by the staff to the banquet hall next to it, where the Liu family entertained guests.

The mourners in front of Chang Dong basically showed their faces and left. x

In this wave of Chang Dong, quite a few left.

Chang Dong didn't leave, he asked the staff for a quiet room.

Entering the room, Chang Dong flicked his fingers, and eight spirit talismans flew out and landed in the eight corners of the room, connecting with each other to form a square barrier.

With the formation of the barrier, Chang Dong waved his hand, and Mr. Liu, whose spiritual body was so fragile that he was about to die with the wind, quietly appeared in the room.

He looked at Chang Dong with a face full of shock, as if shocked by the world after death, and astonished by Chang Dong's fairy tricks.

Although he doesn't understand the common sense of spirits, he can still feel that without Chang Dong's rescue, he won't last long and will die with the wind.

"Old man, sit down." Chang Dong pointed to the sofa next to him.

After all, Mr. Liu is not an ordinary person. In other words, he got rid of the shackles of his body, but his mind became clearer.

His mouth squirmed, and he sat down generously without asking urgently.

"By the way, do you want to go and see your memorial ceremony?" Chang Dong suddenly remembered this after sitting down.

"No need, you've seen everything you need to see, so you don't need to look later!" The old man shook his head.

Chang Dong nodded: "I believe you must be full of doubts now, if you want to ask anything, just ask, I will tell you everything I can answer."

The old man showed a touch of gratitude: "Hell really exists."

Chang Dong shook his head: "I don't know, but I haven't found it exists so far."

"That's what happens to everyone when they die"

"No, only a very small number of people will become like you. It can be said that there is no one in a million."

When Chang Dong answered this question, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed across his mind.

A question that he had never thought about before suddenly appeared in his mind.

That is, no matter how harsh the conditions for the formation of spirits are, with the huge population base of human beings, there are not tens of millions of scales, at least there are millions of scales.