Rebirth starts from Xianyu

Chapter 551 The director of all this is power and profit
At 03:30 in the afternoon, a small side hall of the Baga funeral home.

The memorial ceremony for Mr. Lin has officially begun.

But it seems like it didn't start.

Because apart from a few relatives and family members of Mr. Lin, there are also some uncles and friends who are almost deserted and lonely. Compared with the bustling and lively crowds in the main hall next to it, there is nowhere to be desolate. After all, the memorial service in the next hall is a certain government High official's father.

Mrs. Lin was dressed in black, with blue gauze on her arms, a white belt on her head, and a straw rope symbolically tied to her belt. This simplified the procedure instead of the traditional linen belt, and she stood tall in front of the mourning hall to welcome the guests.

But for a long time, no one came.

Mr. Lin's son, Lin Tianze, rushed back from other places. He stood beside his mother with a thin and thin body, with a sad expression and indifferent eyes. Looking at such a deserted mourning hall, he felt somewhat sad for his father.

In fact, those relatives and close friends advised Sister Hui not to hold any memorial ceremonies, and let her be buried early. After all, the old Lin now is not the old Lin before, so who would come to mourn.

But she wants to.

The woman's persistence is also due to her hope for the future life. Lao Lin is dead, but she is not dead yet. She is still the archives specialist of Baga Company. For a better life in the future, she has to do this. This is Lao Lin. final value.

Sister Hua also stood quietly on the side. Although she was bare-faced, it was hard to hide her beautiful face, and she was dressed in simple plain clothes, but she couldn't hide her beautiful figure, which was almost towering and extremely abrupt.

Sister Hua actually came early, she was going to help Sister Hui decorate the mourning hall and so on. Now seeing Sister Hui who is so pitiful and has tears in her eyes, I feel very uncomfortable.

She glanced at the time secretly, wondering why Lin Ying hasn't arrived yet?

At this time, some old friends of Mr. Lin came. They were a little surprised to see such a scene, but they still bowed decently and stood aside.

Suddenly a few tall shadows appeared at the door, because the sun was setting to the west just now, and everyone couldn't see who was coming, but Sister Hua recognized the leader from the figure, which was Lin Ying.

Who can be so tall and handsome?

Yes, who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Ying, Sister Hua's heart jumped to her chest.

I saw Lin Zheng holding a flower basket, followed by several company directors, as eye-catching as movie stars, striding in, his handsome face and serious expression immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Someone was startled and muttered in a low voice: "This is not Mr. Xiao Lin from the Huga City Company. I didn't expect him to come too."

There is also a humane: "There is nothing to say about this. Xiao Lin can always have today, and it is all thanks to Mr. Lin's support. It is reasonable for him to come. If he does not come, he will be ungrateful."

Another person said: "Hehe, who is talking to you these days? Why didn't Mr. Bagama come? Didn't Mr. Lin bring him up?"

"Madley is a white-eyed wolf. It's ironic that Mr. Xiao Lin has come here even in Huga, but Mr. Xiao Lin is indeed a person who values ​​love and righteousness. He can almost get benefits from his people. That's it. Nothing to say."

Another person said: "Yes, Mr. Xiao Lin is indeed admirable, no one will disagree."

Lin Ying's arrival seemed to revive the entire mourning hall. With vitality, Mr. Lin almost got up from his coffin.

Mrs. Lin, her son and others went forward to greet Lin Ying and the directors of several municipal companies with eager expressions. Lin Ying handed his flower basket to Mrs. Lin and said, "Sister Hui, my condolences."

It seems that there is no more appropriate words than this.

Saying anything else is superfluous.

Sister Hui looked at Lin Ying and nodded with satisfaction: "Mr. Lin, my old Lin saw you right." With Lin Ying's arrival, it is enough for her to hold this memorial service. This is a kind of decency, not for What you see for yourself is to show respect to others.

Lin Ying didn't understand the twists and turns, and didn't think he was so important. He went straight to the front and respectfully lit three sticks of incense to Mr. Lin.

There is a recent photo of Mr. Lin on the mourning hall. In fact, he is still young, with a handsome temperament and firm eyes. He has a little bit of official authority and a little bit of elegance.

perfect image.

Lin Ying suddenly felt a little sad, and remembered the ardent words of Mr. Lin to him. He thought that he would not have too many emotional fluctuations. After all, it has been a long time since we broke up, but at this moment, tears were still in his eyes, and he bowed again.

Liang Sijing and others followed Lin Ying and bowed to Mr. Lin, but in her heart, she didn't know why Lin Ying made such a big gift to this subordinate, and she always felt like making a fuss out of a molehill.

The salute is over.

Lin Ying came to Sister Hua's side and said hello, but because they were in front of the mourning hall, the two of them couldn't be too close, so they just nodded and said a few words, exchanged a lot of content with their eyes, and then remained silent.

But Sister Hua secretly said to Lin Ying: "Are you coming back tonight?"

After Lin Ying heard it, he was a little turbulent, and replied: "Probably not."

Sister Hua blushed slightly.

At this time, a person hurriedly came to the door. It turned out that the general manager of Baga, Madeli, had heard the news.

"Mr. Lin, I didn't expect you to come too. I came here immediately after the meeting at the city hall, and I'm still a step behind you." After Madley arrived, he didn't offer incense to Mr. Zheng said hello, as if Lin Ying was dead.

"Mr. Ma, you should offer incense to Mr. Lin first, this is our old leader." Lin Ying said lightly, not liking him too much.

"What you want, although Mr. Lin has left Baga, his spirit has always been in our hearts. Lao Lin is always the embodiment of our Baga company's spiritual civilization and personification. We will miss him."

In fact, everyone looked at the figure of Madeli who came in a hurry, and there were no two flower baskets in his hands. He was like a mirror in his heart. He was a little surprised when he received a call and learned that Lin Ying had come in person. After careful consideration, he finally decided to come to give Mr. Lin's condolences.

The top leaders of the city company have all come. If he, the boss of the county company, does not come, the rumors are so ugly, airy, unfeeling and unkind. In fact, these are not important. The important thing is that Lin Ying is here.

He had to come to accompany Lin Ying, please Lin Ying, now without Lin Ying's support, he could not move an inch in Baga, Lin Ying has been in the limelight, and just now he is another top ten "craftsman" figure.

Can he not give in.

The way he does things now depends entirely on power.

"Mr. Ma, thank you for coming. Lao Lin will be very happy." Mrs. Mrs. Lin, although she could see through Madeli's face, thanked him for coming.

Only then did Madeli offer incense to Mr. Lin, and also said a very touching sentence: "Sister-in-law, you are welcome, you can get the company to reimburse you for the funeral expenses this time, as Mr. Lin is always a member of the company, he can enjoy such an honor. "

Mrs. Lin did not refuse, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Ma." She also glanced at Lin Ying.

Lin Ying came, Madeli came, and the other directors of Baga Company, naturally, couldn't sit still, they all rushed here, saying that they had something to delay.

Immediately, the small condolence hall was crowded with people, and it looked extremely cramped, with no place for everyone to stand.

Just as he was talking, the leader of a certain city government who was also expressing condolences in the hall next to him, heard that Lin Ying was coming, and also came over to strike up a conversation with Lin Ying, shaking hands and exchanging greetings, and by the way, offered a few sticks of incense to Mr. Lin .

All of a sudden, crowds of people surrounded each other, enjoying themselves, and it became a party.

The innocent Lin Ying became the focus of the mourning hall.

It always feels like something is wrong.

Among the crowd, Qingxue, who was still plump in a professional suit, was watching Lin Ying affectionately. She also rushed to the scene after she knew that Madeli had come to express her condolences.

As soon as he came, he saw Lin Zheng, who was attracting everyone's attention at the scene, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She wanted to go forward and say hello to Lin Ying, but it seemed that she couldn't squeeze through.

She found that the man who was forced to make progress by herself at the beginning was now far away from her.

She didn't know whether she should regret it or not.

Lin Ying actually didn't know that being so popular would cause such a big effect, oh, I made a mistake, it wasn't that he was popular, it was because of power that he was popular.

But the dead are the big ones, and this is too much of an eyesore for me, so I can only evacuate the scene ahead of time.

Shaking hands with Mr. Lin's family members, Lin Ying quickly left the scene.

"Sijing, I'm not going back to Huga tonight. I still have some things to do. You and the driver can go back first, and leave me a car." Lin Zheng explained to Sijing, thinking that since they came back to Baga Well, let's stay in Baga for one night, my house is moldy, of course I have other ideas.

Sijing glanced at Lin Ying, bit her lip and finally replied: "Okay, then Mr. Lin, be careful."

As soon as Lin Ying left, the entire mourning hall seemed to be flooded, and the crowd also drifted away, returning to their original calm.

It seems that Lin Ying has never been here.

It's like filming, the director shouted "start", the crowd was raging, everyone was playing their roles, and when he shouted "click", the song ended, and everything returned to calm.

It's just that directing all this is power and profit.

Everyone is the protagonist in their own play, but they are all supporting roles.

(End of this chapter)