Rebirth 2006, creating a super consortium

"Director An, President Wang, we're here at Xiangjiang Funeral Home!"

An Xin, who was sitting in the back seat with her eyes closed, opened her eyes, adjusted her suit a little, then turned to look at Wang Ming next to her and said softly, "Uncle Wang, let's go."

Wang Ming nodded slightly, then got out of the car with An Xin.

After the two got off the car, the flashes of nearby cameras lit up instantly, accompanied by a series of "click-click" sounds of taking pictures and a noisy stream of questions.

"May I ask who you two are and why are you here to attend Mr. Huo's funeral?"

"Gentlemen, what does Mr. Huo's death mean to you?"

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An Xin and Wang Ming ignored the noisy voices of the reporters around them and walked slowly towards the funeral home with steady steps.

Flowers and elegiac couplets filled the right aisle leading to the mourning hall.

On the left aisle were reporters carrying cameras.

The reporters continued to loudly harass anyone passing through the aisles.

The two of them walked through the aisle and soon arrived at the entrance of Mr. Huo's mourning hall. They saw Mr. Huo's eldest son, Huo Ting, and Huo Gang, the eldest grandson of the Huo family, standing at the entrance of the mourning hall, responsible for welcoming all guests attending the funeral.

Wang Ming then walked towards Huo Ting with peace of mind.

"Mr. Huo Ting, I am deeply sorry for your loss!"

After Huo Ting saw who was coming, he nodded tiredly and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Wang, for coming to see my father off for the last time. Thank you!"

Wang Ming nodded seriously, and then introduced: "Mr. Huo Ting, this is Mr. An Xin, the executive director of our Yuanfang Financial Group, who came here specially to see Mr. Huo off for the last time."

As soon as Wang Ming said this, almost all eyes near the entrance of the mourning hall were instantly focused on him.

Even Huo Gang, the eldest grandson of the Huo family, looked up and stared at An Xin, with a slightly curious expression on his face.

An Xin didn't care about these inquiring and scrutinizing eyes, but nodded to Huo Ting expressionlessly and said softly: "Mr. Huo Ting, please accept my condolences!"

"I am deeply sorry that I was unable to attend the subsequent reception three days ago due to an emergency."

"It's okay!" Huo Ting shook his head gently and said, "I am very grateful that Mr. An came to see my father off for the last time!"

After saying that, Huo Ting turned to Huo Gang and said, "Agang, take the two gentlemen in."

"Ok!"

Huo Gang quickly calmed down and politely gestured to An Xin and the others, "Gentlemen, please!"

An Xin and Wang Ming nodded, and followed Huo Gang into the mourning hall.

After entering the mourning hall, Anxin instantly felt the difference in atmosphere between inside and outside.

If there is a lot of annoying noise outside.

The atmosphere inside was solemn and very quiet!

A mourning banner with black characters on white stripes was hung directly above the mourning hall.

[Deeply mourn Mr. Huo Yingdong]

Directly below the scroll is a portrait of Mr. Huo.

Directly in front of the portrait is a black and gold coffin.

Mr. Huo lay peacefully in the coffin, with a bright red national flag covering his body and flowers surrounding the coffin.

What is the ultimate honor? This is it!

All the members of the Huo family were wearing black retro gowns and standing near the coffin, and everyone's face was filled with grief.

"Mr. An? Mr. An?"

An Xin turned to Huo Gang and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the situation was too serious and I was distracted for a moment."

Huo Gang stretched out his hand and gestured: "It's okay, Mr. An, please!"

An Xin nodded slightly, and then began the viewing process with Wang Ming.

About two minutes later, An Xin and Wang Ming solemnly ended the viewing process and slowly came to the widow of the Huo family.

Huo Gang had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw the two people coming over, he immediately introduced them: "Grandma, this is Mr. An Xin, and this is Mr. Wang Ming. They are here to see Grandpa off on behalf of Yuanfang Financial Group."

An Xin looked at Mr. Huo's wife with a heavy face and said gently, "Ms. Lu, I am deeply saddened."

Wang Ming, who was beside An Xin, also spoke out to comfort her: "Ms. Lu, please accept my condolences. Don't be too sad. You must take good care of yourself."

Ms. Lu looked very haggard at this time. After hearing the two people's consolation, she forced herself to be energetic and put her hands together to express her gratitude: "Thank you very much, Ansheng and Wangsheng, for coming to see Mr. Huo off. Thank you!"

"Ms. Lu, take care of yourself!"

"I am sorry for your loss!"

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After comforting several family members, An Xin and Wang Ming left the family area and came to the guest area below.

At this time, almost all the prominent political and business celebrities from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong were present in the guest area.

Why do you say almost?

Since Mr. Huo has been in the business world for decades, he will always have some mortal enemies.

Moreover, they are sworn enemies who have never had any contact with each other.

But An Xin had no intention of integrating into this circle, so she and Wang Ming stood still and started having an awkward conversation.

"Mr. An!"

An Xin looked up when he heard the voice, and saw He Zhuolin and Huang He standing not far away, and he waved to them.

An Xin nodded first, said a few words to Wang Ming, and then walked towards the area where He Zhuolin and Huang He were.

Because of the occasion, He Zhuolin and Huang He changed their usual humorous style and their expressions were quite serious.

"Hello, Mr. An!"

"Mr. An, you are here too!"

An Xin nodded slightly and responded politely: "Mr. He, Mr. Huang, hello."

"I particularly admire Mr. Huo's patriotism, so of course I have to come and see him off."

Huang He agreed and said, "That's right. Mr. Huo's patriotic sentiments that have remained unchanged for decades deserve respect from everyone!"

He Zhuolin nodded slightly and said nothing.

To be honest, it is difficult and unrealistic to expect a Hong Kong-born and wealthy noble like He Zhuolin to identify with Mr. Huo's feelings for his country and family.

An Xin shook her head slightly and didn't say anything more.

Afterwards, the three of them started chatting about some capital stories to kill time.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Huo's farewell ceremony will officially begin in ten minutes, so please return to your designated seats. Thank you for your cooperation."

When An Xin and the other two were chatting, a person related to the ceremony came over and reminded them very politely.

The three of them nodded politely and then went back to their respective seats.

An Xin and Wang Ming were seated in the second row from the left. Right in front of them were bigwigs like Li Ka-shing and Li Zhaoji, and on both sides were Hong Kong's political and business celebrities.

Ten minutes later, after several representatives of senior mainland officials stepped into the mourning hall, Mr. Huo’s farewell ceremony officially began.

Well, when it comes to official farewell ceremonies, they are actually pretty much the same.

The family representatives said a few words, the representatives of Hong Kong's business community said a few words, the representatives of Hong Kong's political circles said a few words, and the representatives of friendly people said a few words.

Well, then there was a speech by the official representative of the mainland, in which he highly praised Mr. Huo’s life and finally made the official final judgment on behalf of the mainland officials.

An outstanding social activist, a famous patriot, and a close friend of the Chinese Communist Party.

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