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The news of Zhang Fugui's death spread quickly, and many relatives, friends and old acquaintances sent people or came in person to pay their respects.

In Zhang Hai's mind, as the head of Zhang's Company, he should be the host of this funeral and he should be responsible for receiving all the guests.

Why don't people understand Zhang Hai's idea? He just thinks that the guests coming to this funeral must be rich or noble, and he can take the opportunity to get to know more people.

Now that the old man is gone, how could Zhang Jiang spoil him? "Do you think the old man would be happy to let you be the manager?"

Zhang Jiang paused, "Do you really think the Zhang family can still get many people to come and worship?"

"Just because you're the prodigal son who sold his property?"

"You are the president of the Zhang Group, but for those women and children outside, you have not only emptied the family fund specially set up by the old man."

"You think you're so great, but how come you don't have money when your twins are going to an international school?"

"When you didn't put money into the family fund, did you ever think about who would be the unlucky one in the end?"

"It's okay if you don't put money into the family fund, as long as you can pay the expenses yourself."

"The company's performance is not good, and you don't want to find those parasites. Well, those parasites are the uncles and aunts of your blessed daughter and son. As soon as they begged for mercy, you gave up."

"I'm telling you, I'm fully responsible for the old man's funeral. The old man has spoken." Zhang Jiang did not back down. "If you insist on taking over, fine. I'll pay for the entire process and arrange for an accountant to supervise it."

"If anyone finds anyone embezzling money from this, I will call the police immediately." Zhang Jiang directly blocked Zhang Hai's retreat.

Zhang Hai thought of his brother-in-law's behavior and he really didn't dare to gamble. Besides, now that the old man was gone, Zhang Jiang would not give him face.

But he was unwilling to give up just like that, "I will also arrange for someone to check the accounts."

"Welcome." Zhang Jiang was certainly not afraid at all. He was not Zhang Hai, so he certainly would not take the money seriously.

Of course Zhang Hai knew that Zhang Jiang didn't care about the money at all. He could make money, and his son and daughter could make money too. There was no need for him to worry about these things. Instead, he was the one who was worried about money.

He used to think that no matter what, he would have his old man to support him, but now the old man is gone. What should he do?

Thinking of the difficulties Zhang’s family is currently facing, Zhang Hai feels overwhelmed.

Zhang Hai made up his mind that no matter what, he must not miss this good opportunity. He must work hard to build relationships and make Zhang's family bigger and stronger, so that those who looked down on him would see that there was a reason why the old man chose him as the heir.

Zhang Jiang glanced at the filial sons and grandsons present and said, "By the way, why hasn't your eldest brother Yinghao arrived yet?"

"It has been two days since the old man became critically ill. Why hasn't the young master arrived yet?"

Zhang Yinghao? Zhang Hai didn't care about this son at all. Seeing him reminded him of Zhang Yutong, which made him angry. He had habitually ignored him over the years.

"Um, um..." Oh no, it's over. Of course Zhang Hai wouldn't inform anyone and looked at his assistant.

The latter shook his head and said, "I asked whether to notify them. Mr. Zhang, you said you did."

Zhang Hai quickly recalled, "That's right, I, I forgot about it."

"You notify them." Zhang Hai looked troubled. Seeing Zhang Yu chatting with Fu Yun, he suddenly thought of something and said to her loudly, "Xiao Yu, when you came back, why didn't you ask your brother to come back with you?"

Zhang Yu and Fu Yun were discussing the case that had been concluded before. Although it was not a big case, it was not a small case that she could take action on now. Fu Yun, who was far away in Europe, knew something about it.

Hearing Zhang Hai's voice, Zhang Yu was stunned, "What?"

"What I mean is, when you came back, why didn't you inform Yinghao that you could come back with him?" Zhang Hai looked at Zhang Yu with a grim expression.

"Your uncle forgot to inform his son Zhang Yinghao." Zhang Jiang explained the situation on the side.

It turned out that there really was no notification. Zhang Yu had been wondering whether to notify him before. "Uncle, you didn't even notify your son, so how can you expect me to bring him back?"

"And Zhang Yinghao went to study in the United States. I didn't know anything about this. Didn't you say before that he would return to work in the company after he graduated from university?" Zhang Yu looked surprised.

Since I was not notified of this, I just pretended I didn’t know about it. “You all know that I work in NY, but I didn’t see Zhang Yinghao looking for me.”

"And now, you put such a big hat on my head. I really apologize for not doing it."

"I know that you, my uncle, like the twins and don't like Zhang Yinghao, but you are too biased." Zhang Yu directly retorted.

Zhang Hai didn't expect Zhang Yu to be so disrespectful to him. He was so angry that his face turned red. "You, you, I am your uncle after all, how can you talk like that?"

"Uncle, I'm fine. It's better than you making your own father angry to death."

"The old man left so many things for you, but in the end..." Zhang Yu didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't resist Zhang Hai who insisted on jumping out to show his presence. He really couldn't tolerate it anymore.

"I remember there were a lot of mahogany furniture in this living room. Where are they now?"

"And the furniture in the bedroom upstairs, I remember it was also mahogany furniture, but now it seems like it's not presentable. Could it be that you are so poor financially, uncle?"

"Not only do you have to sell off the subsidiary, you also have to sell off the property." Zhang Yu kept shaking his head, "You are no different from a prodigal son."

"By the way, I'm really curious, you're not going to sell the old house next, are you?" Zhang Yu asked.

Zhang Hai couldn't help but look embarrassed, "I, I, I didn't..."

"It's better not to have one. However, I think you, my uncle, have so many women out there, so you must have a lot of houses to accommodate them."

"Instead of selling the old house, why don't you tear it down and build a high-rise building? That will be perfect for housing these women and children."

Ah? Zhang Jiang and the others were stunned when they heard this. They all knew that after the old man passed away, this old house would basically not be preserved, and Zhang Hai would definitely sell it.

I just didn't expect that Zhang Yu would come up with such a bad idea. Who in their right mind would arrange so many women together? Isn't this a surefire way to end up in the crematorium?

Zhang Jiang looked at Zhang Yu with a smile. The suggestion made by this girl was not bad, but Zhang Hai would probably not agree. Wouldn't this just cause trouble for himself?

Zhang Hai was actually considering selling the place after his father passed away, because he was short of money. But after hearing what Zhang Yu said, he immediately thought that this suggestion was really good.

The place is big, we can rebuild a building with more than 20 floors, and then everyone can live together, so he doesn't have to run around. The vacant house can also be sold, which is great.

Zhang Hai thought it was worth considering. "Okay, that's a good idea."