The strongest marriage of rebirth

Sunday was Qin Jun's uncle Xu Zhenqing's funeral. Qin Jun woke up early, put on a specially prepared pure black suit and took a taxi to Xu's house.

Xia Qiulian was kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva and reciting mantras. Qin Jun didn't let the servants disturb the old lady, and went to Xu Zhenqing's mourning hall to worship three times.

The man in the photo is about 50 years old, with handsome eyebrows and deep facial contours, especially his eyes, which look a bit like Europeans and Americans. When Xu Zhenqing passed away, his career was steadily rising and he was about to reach the peak. The catastrophe of yin and yang made him stop there.

In Qin Jun's impression, this uncle only existed in his childhood memory. The tall man once carried Qin Jun on his shoulders and led him to run around the yard.But with the death of his grandfather, his mother's serious illness, and his uncle's more and more busy work at Parkway, Qin Jun rarely sees Xu Zhenqing during his visits to his grandmother's house a few times a year.

Unexpectedly, when we meet again, Qin Jun can only see a portrait. In Qin Jun's view, Xu Zhenqing is the person closest to his father in his life.

"Qin Jun." Xu Chengfeng walked to Qin Jun with a sullen face, and bowed to Xu Zhenqing's portrait, "Dad will be very happy if he sees your nephew and remembers to worship him."

Qin Jun's eyes darkened. Xu Chengfeng's sarcasm was too obvious, and it was difficult for Qin Jun to ignore it. This is not the time to show off his tongue. Having such a son is something that makes him restless after death.

Xu Zhenqing's funeral was based on the customs of Xu's hometown. First, the master of ceremonies was invited to perform the family worship ceremony in the morning.

The origin of the Xu family is not in Chengde City. It was only from Xu Zhenqing's father's generation that they immigrated here. After a long time, the relationship between the Xu family and the people on the other side of the ancestors has become a lot colder. Only a few of them came to Xu Zhenqing's funeral. A few people from the older generation sent by the ancestral home.

After the worship ceremony, Xu Chengfeng carried Xu Zhenqing's portrait into the hearse.

White flowers hung on the black business Mercedes-Benz, and a series of five or so vehicles headed towards the resting cemetery in the north of Chengde City.

Qin Jun was sitting in the main car, and the old lady Xia Qiulian leaned on Qin Jun's shoulder, sobbing bit by bit, suppressing the sadness that filled her chest, as if she was afraid of disturbing her son's rest, Qin Jun's hand was on the The old lady patted her back gently, and took out a tissue to wipe the old lady's tears, "Grandma, take care of yourself, don't be too sad."

Xia Qiulian nodded, watched the car drive into the cemetery, quickly wiped away her tears, put on some makeup, and said to Qin Jun after she regained her energy: "Junjun, how do you think grandma is doing now?"

This funeral is not as simple as a family farewell ceremony. To the outside world and the entire business circle of Chengde City, it is a process of Wanhui's power center transfer. Whether Wanhui can still be the leader in future business activities is even more important. It is a hot topic of discussion outside. Now, the person in charge of Xu's Wanhui is Xia Qiulian, and she symbolizes the image of the enterprise.

Qin Jun took the pancake and splashed it on Xia Qiulian's cheek. The old lady has aged a lot in the past few days, and the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes are very obvious. Qin Jun felt sore and felt sorry for grandma. At this time, he wants to be a grandma even more pillars.

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Grandma is still so beautiful. If I were of the same age as grandma, I would definitely pursue you."

The smile in the corner of Xia Qiulian's eyes rippling, "Junjun's mouth is so sweet."

Xu Chengfeng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, sneered, and said provocatively: "Qin Jun, come back to spend more time with grandma if you have time. Don't be out all day and don't know what to do. Grandma misses you."

Qin Jun held the old lady's hand and said, "It's natural, I will often appear in front of my cousin in the future."

Xu Chengfeng's face turned blue in an instant, and he understood the provocation in Qin Jun's words.

The cemetery was crowded with people, and the whole cemetery was only black, white and yellow, black dresses, white spirit flags and yellow chrysanthemums.

The Anxi Cemetery is on the mountain, and the higher the price, the higher the price. It is said that the location of each tomb in the Anxi Cemetery is in line with the five elements and eight trigrams. People buried here will have a good reincarnation in the next life.Xu chose this place not because of superstition, but because the environment of the resting cemetery is really good, with green water and green mountains, the cemetery is beautifully built, and the preservation measures are also in place.

At the foot of the mountain is the mourning hall for priests, and Xu Zhenqing's mourning hall is arranged in the most spacious Baihe Hall.

Before Qin Jun and the others arrived, the mourning hall was already full of people, most of them were from the business circle, and there were also many big names in the entertainment circle. A funeral where people mourn to death, not a press conference or someone's press conference.

Xu Zhenqing's body was placed in the center of the mourning hall, with his hands on his stomach, lying quietly on his back.

Qin Jun and Xu Chengfeng supported Xia Qiulian standing next to the Lingzhao to accept the condolences and condolences from the guests. Xia Qiulian insisted on standing when she was old, but her waist was not good enough to bend down and lift up again and again. , Qin Jun and Xu Chengfeng bowed in return.

Chen Jingran was wearing a white suit with a solemn face. He placed the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of Xu Zhenqing's altar, and bowed respectfully to the portrait three times. Qin Jun lowered his eyes and bowed in return.

"Ah Jun, my condolences and my condolences."

"Thank you."

Chen Jingran came with his godfather this time. Wei Boxiong had a business relationship with Xu's Wanhui, but this time he came here more for personal affection, and Chen Jingran was accompanying him.Before he came here, he didn't expect that Qin Jun would be here too. Wanhui's surname is Xu, so what does Qin Jun have to do with Wanhui?

Chen Jingran felt that he had never known Qin Jun before, and he had been in love with him for more than three years, but he had never cared about Qin Jun's family members.It wasn't until he met Qin Jun at the funeral this time and heard from others that he didn't know that Qin Jun turned out to be one of the heirs of Xu's Wanhui, and even the quasi-heir of Qin's Yaohui.

He actually gave up such Qin Jun.

When passing by Qin Jun, Chen Jingran secretly stuffed a note into Qin Jun's hand, Qin Jun took it without changing his face, crumpled the note and stuffed it into Chen Jingran's back pocket.

When Chen Jingran appeared, Qin Jun could still face it with a normal heart, but when he saw Jiang Bo, his expression became stiff for a moment.

He disgusted Jiang Bo to death. No one could make Qin Jun feel such disgust from the bottom of his heart. Jiang Bo disgusted Qin Jun like a gangrene.

He deliberately called up the label to see Jiang Bo's evaluation, but the result was not surprising.

【Jiang Bo】

Already worth: three stars

Potential value: [-] stars

Evaluation: Hooligans are actually not scary, but I am afraid that hooligans are educated.

After the hooligan Jiang Bo bowed to Xu Zhenqing's portrait, he said to Xia Qiulian and the others: "Old lady Xia, let me mourn with you, Junjun, with sincerity, let me mourn with you."

Xia Qiulian's face stiffened, and the old lady glared at Jiang Bo where the reporter couldn't capture it, "Why are you here alone?"

"Dad, he has a business to discuss, and he doesn't have time to come over, so let me come over."

"Business?" Xia Qiulian seemed to be really angry, and couldn't help raising her voice, "Given the relationship between your Qin family and my Xu family, can the funeral of my only son not compare to a business deal! !!" He coughed again and again.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Jiang Bo hurriedly persuaded: "Old lady, calm down." He looked at Qin Jun. He hadn't had such close contact with Qin Jun for a long time. His eyes were full of longing when he looked at Qin Jun: " Junjun, please appease your grandma."

When Jiang Bo said this, Qin Jun was already patting the old lady on the back, and whispered in the old lady's ear: "Grandma, don't be angry."

Xia Qiulian calmed down a little bit, feeling Qin Jun's tenderness, the old lady's heart was sour, and her eyes turned red. The person she cursed was Qin Jun's father. How Qin Hehai treated Qin Jun these years is obvious to all , People's hearts are fleshy, how could that bastard Qin Hehai be so cruel to his only biological son? It seems that in the hearts of their Qin family, their Xu family has long been an outsider, and Qin Jun was even abandoned by the Qin family of.

Such a good Junjun, Qin Hehai doesn't have eyes, she Xia Qiulian is neither blind nor stupid, Chengcheng's impatient personality and too narrow-mindedness are really not suitable for taking over the Xu family, Junjun is naturally the best candidate.

Jiang Bo still wanted to say something to Qin Jun, but Qin Jun accepted the mourning from the next guest as if he hadn't seen him. The attention of the surrounding reporters, Jiang Bo still needs face, he also needs the reputation of doing business, so naturally he won't get entangled any more.

Standing in a corner that was not noticed by others, Jiang Bo's dark eyes were fixed on Qin Jun, "Qin Jun, sooner or later, I will get rid of all your arrogance and make you cry and beg me on your knees!"

The crowd outside the mourning hall suddenly became commotion, discussing in low voices: "Who is that here? Chu Ci?"

"I heard he never attended such meetings."

"Maybe there is some business relationship with Wanhui?"

"I haven't heard of it."

When Chu Ci came, there were not many people left to express their condolences. He was holding a bouquet of yellow and white flowers, dressed in a black suit, with a solemn expression, his beautiful lips pursed into a graceful arc, and his steps were steady, step by step. step on.

Qin Jun was not surprised when he saw Chu Ci. People say that part of the business field is also a friendship field, and human relationships are all managed. This is one of the amazing things about Chu Ci. She almost never attends anyone's birthday banquet, wedding or funeral in private, but she can always balance things in terms of human relations very well.

After Chu Ci performed the ceremony, he looked at Qin Jun. Qin Jun's face was a little pale. He stood here for a whole afternoon, and his mental and physical burdens were not light.

Chu Ci looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "You're sweating."

Qin Jun: "Huh?"

So... under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Ci took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Qin Jun's forehead.

The flashlight flashed like a tide in an instant, and it lit up outside the mourning hall.