What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

three days later.

The sun was blazing and there were no clouds in the sky.

The weather today is very good. For ordinary people, it is a very suitable weather for the whole family to go out and play.

But for the Qian family, today's weather is extremely gloomy!

Today is Qian Shumei’s memorial service.

A white silk ribbon hangs in front of the Dengxian Hall of the funeral home to welcome relatives and friends from all walks of life to bid farewell to Qian Shumei on her last journey.

The influence of the Qian family in the world is also very few.

As the leader of the Qian family, Qian Shumei couldn't hide the news of her death even if she wanted to.

The eldest brother of the Qian family and Wang Yi of the Qian family worked together to organize a memorial service for Qian Shumei so that she could die in a glorious way.

Qian's family claimed that Qian Shumei's death was due to acute cerebral hemorrhage and that her death was painless.

……

"Jiawang is back." A middle-aged man who came to attend the memorial service said hello to Qian Jiawang, then turned around and held the hand of the eldest brother of the Qian family, saying: "Oh... I didn't expect Xiaomei to be such a good person. It’s gone.”

"Old money... think about it a bit..."

The eldest brother of the Qian family nodded: "Oh...do your best and obey fate."

"My Xiaomei has been busy all her life, and to have a group of friends like you come to see her off at the end of her life. Her life...has not been in vain."

The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences..."

"My family is prosperous, Brother Qian, I want to express my condolences..."

"..."

Friends who came to attend the memorial service spoke with words of relief.

There were some who came to see Qian Shumei off sincerely, and some who came to see the joke in a hypocritical manner.

Qian Jiawang stood at the door of the mourning hall, and he could always hear someone whispering in his ears:

"Qian Shumei's death is strange. Look at Qian Jiawang's appearance, standing there like a piece of wood without even shedding a single tear. There must be something going on here."

"I heard that Qian Jiawang has been doing a lot of things outside in the past two years. He can reach this scale of business without relying on the Qian family's power. His methods are quite ruthless."

"Shh..."

"Don't say these things in a place like this. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later."

When Qian Jiawang heard these words, his heart hurt as if he was being cut by a knife.

But so what if it hurts?

When they were fighting for the position of power, he and Qian Shumei had already been in a situation where they had no contact with each other until they died.

Now that there were so many gossips in his ears, he felt helpless.

However, the eldest brother of the Qian family couldn't sit still, and his face became increasingly red.

"What a fucking bunch of talkers!"

Seeing that his eldest brother was about to be impulsive, Qian Jiawang grabbed him and shook his head at him: "Forget it, eldest brother, my sister is still inside. They are all my sister's friends. There is no need to make too much trouble with them on an occasion like today." Ugly.”

The eldest brother of the Qian family had a sullen face, glanced at the gossips, and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, the mourning hall welcomed an important guest.

Zhang family’s great butler, Zhang Huaide!

The Zhang family and the Qian family don't deal with each other in business and have competition, but it's all secret.

On the surface, the Qian family respects the Zhang family.

Especially on today's occasion, when it is a matter of life and death, the daily grudges are not so important.

"Old Qian, I flew over here as soon as I received the news. What's going on with Xiaomei? How can a good person just say no and disappear?"

"Here comes Huaide." The eldest brother of the Qian family stepped forward and smiled bitterly: "Haha, my Xiaomei's birthday is coming, this is life..."

"Huaide, I didn't expect you to come here. Our two families used to..."

Zhang Huaide held his hand, interrupted him and said, "Old Qian, shopping malls are like battlefields. It's normal to have some disputes. I'm here to see off Xiaomei today. Let's not talk about that."

"It doesn't matter how we compete in the future, but today, our two families are best friends!"

Zhang Huaide's speech was very pleasant, and the eldest brother of the Qian family was very heartwarming.

Little did the Qian family know that Qian Shumei's death was caused by members of their Zhang family!

That is to say, Zhang Huaide didn't know about this. If he knew what Zhang Chengquan did, he would not dare to attend the memorial service even if he was brave.

Otherwise, if the Qian family knew about it, they would have to beat the shit out of him, stuff him into Qian Shumei's coffin, and bury them together.

It just so happened that Qian Shumei had never been married and was in need of a companion.

The eldest brother of the Qian family was a little touched. He also held Zhang Huaide's hand and said, "I won't say anything anymore. After I finish taking care of the housework, I will go to Hanking to treat you to a drink in a while!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After Zhang Huaide said that, he looked at Qian Jiawang: "Jiawang, I haven't seen him for several years, and he looks much more mature and stable."

Qian Wangqiang forced out a smile and nodded.

"Okay, you two are busy first, I'll go in and see Xiaomei."

Watched Zhang Huaide enter the mourning hall.

The eldest brother of the Qian family turned around and said, "Leave aside the grievances between the two families, in fact, the Zhang family is very particular about how they handle things."

"Yes, I have always had a good impression of the Zhang family." Qian Jiawang said after a moment of reflection: "After my sister's funeral is finished, I will go to the Zhang family to make peace."

"With Mr. Zhang's character, he shouldn't embarrass us too much."

The eldest brother of the Qian family nodded: "Well, I will go with you then, and we will go to see Mr. Zhang in person."

The eldest brother of the Qian family just finished speaking.

An old man and a young man came towards them.

The young man is in his early twenties, fair and looks very cheerful and sunny.

The old man was in his fifties and had a very gloomy temperament. It was a sunny day, but it made people feel chilly all over just by looking at him.

An old man and a young man came closer.

The eldest brother of the Qian family asked in confusion: "Little brother, who are you?"

"I am a poor college student. I have been supported by Mr. Qian before. I want to give Mr. Qian a last try." Zhang Youzhi looked a little sad despite Zhang Chengquan's appearance.

The middle-aged man next to him had a cold face and said nothing.

Although middle age makes the Qian brothers feel very uncomfortable, Qian Shumei did support many poor students during her lifetime, and many caring people wrote letters to Qian Shumei from time to time.

The eldest brother of the Qian family didn't think much. He touched Zhang Youzhi's head, turned sideways and said, "My dear, thank you for coming to see my sister. Come in."

Zhang Youzhi nodded to him, stood up and walked into the mourning hall.

The middle-aged man next to him said in a low voice: "I really don't know what you are doing here today. I can tell you responsibly that the person lying inside was killed by your ninth uncle."

"I know, so I came to offer her an incense stick and apologize."

"Xiaomei is a very good child. She respects me."

"Haha, what he respects is the face you used to have, not the person you are now who can be patted on the head at will." The middle-aged man glanced around and said: "I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you will cause some trouble. A lot of people will die.”

"You said that as long as I don't go to my ancestor, you will not restrict my freedom."

"It's up to you. Anyway, if your identity is exposed, I will kill them all."

Zhang Youzhi stopped talking.

There is still some time before the memorial service begins.

He glanced around and saw that there was an empty seat next to Zhang Huaide, so he walked over and sat down.

Zhang Huaide, who was looking around, turned to look at him, glanced at him briefly, and then turned his head away.

He had no idea that the inconspicuous young man in front of him was his second uncle Zhang Youzhi, his closest blood relative...