The arrogance of the city

Chapter 157
21 number.

It was an extremely ordinary day, but countless Donghai citizens witnessed a scene that they probably will never forget.

On the street, a hearse leads the way, followed by countless vehicles, all black Audis, stretching for hundreds of meters, almost invisible at a glance.

The momentum is magnificent and the scene is amazing!
Pedestrians stopped in shock, looking at the endless funeral procession, wondering which important person died.

The police guarded both sides of the street to maintain order, adding a bit of domineering color to the dead.

If he could have such a pomp when he died, then it would not be in vain to come to this world.

On the way from Wang's Manor to Lidong Funeral Home, countless Donghai citizens had almost the same idea.

Lidong Funeral Home.

As early as yesterday afternoon, this place was under martial law by a group of big men in black. Now, it is basically difficult for ordinary people to get close to the street in front of the Lidong Funeral Parlor.

All the nearby shops were closed, and the entire funeral parlor was full of people from inside to outside, all in black suits and black leather clothes, with a white silk scarf tied on their right arm, with stern faces, standing in an orderly manner, no one spoke.

The air seemed to freeze here, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, under countless shocking and awe-inspiring eyes, the hearse slowly drove into the street in front of Lidong Funeral Home. Thousands of men in suits spread out to both sides at the same time, facing the hearse, bowing their heads.

The funeral convoy stopped along with the hearse, and the street in front of the funeral home was jammed with cars.

With the sound of car doors, the elders who came from all over the country to express their condolences got out of the car one after another. Gu Qingcang, who was at the helm of Yongxing, helped the coffin with his own hands, and stepped into the gate of the funeral parlor.

Behind him, there are a group of Yongxing high-level executives, but there is a very eye-catching face among them.

Not only was he not from Yongxing, but according to rumors, Mr. Wang had a deep grudge with him before his death.

That's right, Li Futu also came to this memorial service, and under Gu Qingcang's personal arrangement, he stood by Gu Qingcheng's side!
Gu Qingcheng, as Miss Yongxing, naturally couldn't be absent, but why did Li Futu appear here?
"You shouldn't have come."

Gu Qingcheng in a black dress said in a low voice.

Everyone is dead, and all grievances and grievances are naturally written off. Li Futu is also dressed in a solemn black suit, expressing basic respect for the dead.

"I don't want to come either, but your grandpa personally invited me, so I can't just give up some face, can I?"

He smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't make trouble, it's over."

The mourning hall has already been decorated. Looking at the photo of Wang Dengfeng placed in the middle of the huge wreath, Li Futu looked calm.

Sorrows and music sounded, and eminent monks were chanting sutras.

"Mr. Liang is here!"

"Mr. Kong is here!"

"Mr. Shangguan is here!"

"Mr. Yan is here!"

……

One after another, the bosses entered the arena with heavy faces, offering incense to Wang Dengfeng one by one. When passing by Li Futu, Yan Donglai nodded slightly to him, and Li Futu also nodded slightly in response. It was inconvenient to speak on this occasion.

"Mr. Tang is here!"

"Mr. Feng is here!"

"Mr. Deng is here!"

……

Faces that are often seen in online magazines keep appearing.

Not to mention other places, almost all the local big shots in Donghai were present, and the real bigwigs gathered. Through Wang Dengfeng's funeral, Yongxing showed its still strong influence to the outside world.

Looking at Gu Qingcang who was talking to some big shots, Li Futu's eyes flickered.

Whether Yongxing organized the funeral for Wang Dengfeng with such great fanfare this time is out of morality or out of ulterior motives, which is worth pondering.

"Miss Yang is here!"

"Mr. Chen is here!"

"Mr. Dong is here!"

"Mr. Qiu is here!"

The sound of the notification did not stop from the beginning to the end, and some of Li Futu's acquaintances also appeared.

Yang Yuqing from Yirenfang, Dong Zhiyuan, the prince of Shimu, Qiu Ze from Peerless Entertainment, and many sons and brothers from the Ge Lushan racing car all showed up.

But almost all of them came with their own father, even Dong Zhiyuan.

When they saw Li Futu standing with Gu Qingcheng, they were obviously very surprised, but they were sensible and didn't say anything.

"Miss Song is here!"

"Miss Gong is here!"

……

Two figures entered the mourning hall one after the other, quickly attracting everyone's attention.

God Song Luo.

Gong Zhengyu.

One crowns Jinghua, and the other subdues Sichuan and Shu.

Two strange women in the world!
Even among the big shots present, most of them might not be able to hold their heads up in front of the two of them.

When the two women appeared, the entire mourning hall seemed to brighten up in an instant.

Li Futu narrowed his eyes slightly.

When they met in Pujiang, he knew that he would definitely meet Gong Zhengyu at the memorial service, but he didn't expect that God Song Luo would also appear.

According to Yan Donglai, Wang Dengfeng was obviously forced to death by her, and even when he was forced to death, he still appeared at the other party's funeral in a grandiose manner...

Sure enough, time is indeed the greatest magician in the world.

"The young one is called Song Luoshen. She was born in the Song family. The family has been passed down for a hundred years. No one knows how much wealth has been accumulated in the past 100 years. She is the real proud daughter of heaven!"

Gu Qingcheng lowered his voice and briefly introduced Li Futu.

"The woman with a red rope tied around her wrist is called Gong Zhengyu, but uncles like to call her Zhuyeqing. I heard that she is moody. Although she looks like a gentle lady, she actually kills people without blinking an eye. In Sichuan Almost no one in Shu would dare to provoke him."

Li Futu nodded, but did not say that he knew the other party.

"Thank you for coming to the funeral. Lao Wang worked hard with the old man in the early years and made great achievements. It can be said that without him, there would be no Yongxing today."

With that said, Gu Qingcang bowed deeply to Wang Dengfeng's coffin.

Everyone listened quietly, no matter what thoughts were in their hearts, their expressions were all solemn.

"But there are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Birth, old age, sickness and death are predestined. They cannot be controlled by humans. The dead are gone, but Lao Wang's legacy needs someone to inherit it!"

Hearing this, everyone present seemed to notice something.

"The Warring States House is Lao Wang's painstaking effort. I can't let it be so deserted. As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and a family cannot be without an owner for a day. Under the name of Mr. Li Futu, Mr. Li is fully responsible for the operation!"

Thunder from the silent place!
The audience was silent for a moment, and after everyone was stunned, they all looked in the direction of Gu Qingcang's line of sight.

discussed?
When did the helm discuss with us?
The faces of all Yongxing executives were equally bewildered.

The bigwigs from other places may not be aware of it, but none of the local bigwigs in the East China Sea knows the grievances between Li Futu and the Wang family.

This is a stepping stone.

Or has it been planned for a long time?

Wang Dengfeng's body was not cold yet.

Looking at Li Futu, who was all the attention, Yan Donglai frowned heavily.

The entire mourning hall can only hear the sound of mourning and chanting.

Just when everyone was dazed and absent-minded, Gong Zhengyu's eyes wavered and he took the lead in applauding.

(End of this chapter)