Daughter-in-law

Chapter 754

Some of the people who came came to express their condolences, and many of them were Zhao Qingting's apprentices.

Singing is a very particular profession. Children have to study with their master since they were young, and they are raised at home like sons. Now that Zhao Qingting is dead, these apprentices naturally have to follow along.

Zhao Qingting is a well-known master in Jishui, so many people came to investigate, and no one paid attention to me and Duanmuqing, which saved us a lot of trouble.

Duanmuqing and I bowed a few times to Zhao Qingting's corpse parked in the freezer in the mourning hall, and then someone came over and asked us to sit down.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, my arm was connected, and I was in a good mood, so I sat down and drank tea leisurely.

In the evening, someone started to light a fire to cook, Xu Yang glanced at me with doubts in his eyes.

I knew what he meant, he was asking if I wanted to stay.

I smiled and nodded. There are free meals, and I don’t eat for nothing.

And I have forgotten how many years I haven't eaten this kind of big pot meal, I really miss it.

But the most important point is that after I came here, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't see anything wrong for a while.

So I decided to wait a little longer and maybe find something when it got dark.

Duanmuqing said that Zhao Qingting once said a word before entering the underworld, he said that the thing had woken up.

Zhao Qingting would never say this for no reason, he must have seen something before he died, what was that thing in his mouth?

Maybe that thing is hiding in this villa at this time.

The big bowl of food served at the funeral tasted really good, and Xu Yang and I burped in satisfaction after finishing a big bowl alone.

At this time, it was already dark, and the owner's car took away the dishes, and then a pot of tea was placed on each table.

Everyone didn't move, as if they were waiting for something.

Xu Yang and I didn't move either, but we both felt a little strange and didn't know what they were going to do.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came to the middle of the courtyard, and then bowed his hands to the guests around him.

I took a look at the man, who actually looked a bit like Zhao Qingting, he should be his son.

After finishing the salute, he said: "Hello everyone, everyone should know about this time. The provincial opera competition will be held in Jishui, and my father attaches great importance to this competition.

My father has sung all his life, and his biggest dream is to carry forward this industry, make more people like it, and let this industry continue to be passed on.

My father has also made a lot of efforts in recent years, and the country has paid more and more attention to traditional culture, so our life has become better and better. "

After he finished speaking, everyone present nodded repeatedly. Now the country really attaches great importance to traditional culture. In contrast, the status of traditional artists like them is getting higher and higher, and life is getting better and better.

Xu Yang and I looked at each other, but we never thought there would be such a match.

"This competition is held at the Jishui Temple Fair. The reason for choosing Jishui is the result of my father's hard work. Moreover, the prize money for this competition is a full 200 ​​million."

"Although we are opera singers, my father always said that no matter what line of work we do, we must behave properly, and this is especially true in our line of work.

Father put a lot of effort into this competition, just to let our colleagues in Jishui feel proud in the competition.

But I didn't expect that it would end up like this in the end! "

After his words fell, everyone in the audience froze for a moment, and then began to whisper.

Xu Yang and I looked at each other. Now it seems that Zhao Qingting's death is not that simple. What his son said today must have something to do with this competition.

"Although my father fought for this competition, in the end, the organizers approached my father and told him that the result of the competition had been pre-determined, so that the voting can be done according to their wishes.

My father was already sick, so he fainted immediately when he heard this, and then left like this.

As the only son of my father, I, Zhao Wencheng, is also a member of our Jishui Opera Association. I have only one purpose for letting everyone stay here today, and that is to tell everyone that our colleagues in Jishui will never cooperate with this kind of inside story! "

After Zhao Qingting's son finished speaking, his face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

This time, the pan was directly fried, and the crowd was excited for a while.

Many people cursed.

"Fuck his grandma, these bastards are too much, our colleagues in Jishui will never agree!"

"That is, let them play by themselves, and don't let them tarnish our industry!"

Seeing that everyone was so angry, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Qingting's son's mouth, but it soon disappeared.

"Okay, since everyone is against this kind of shady competition, let's make this competition fair and just, so that we can stand up straight and be human. The big guys are all judges. I hope that when the time comes, the big guys will vote fairly. To be fair, to be worthy of the old man!"

After saying this, the venue became chaotic, and everyone rushed to swear that they would not dirty the industry. By God, the big guys will definitely fight against those dirty insiders.

Lao Lang God is Tang Minghuang, that is, Tang Xuanzong.

In the later period of Xuanzong, he often worked with actors, drinking and listening to operas in the palace every day for fun, which brought the status of actors to a new height.

Coupled with many legends in later generations, so now opera people will worship him as the patriarch and call him Lao Lang God.

These entertainers were all excited and made vows, while Xu Yang and I watched coldly from the sidelines.

It doesn't look like an opera association, but it looks like Tiandi will hold a party here.

But it's okay if the scene is chaotic, at least no one noticed me and Xu Yang.

The scene was chaotic for a long time before it finally calmed down. The big guys finished expressing their attitudes, and then they bid farewell and went back one by one.

Xu Yang and I also walked out.

Walking out of the gate of Zhao's house, I couldn't help but sneered as I looked at the people who came out one after another.

Zhao Qingting's son is very talented in speeches and knows how to mobilize emotions, so this oath seems to be a success.

But this is just the surface, who knows how many people are not what they appear to be.

Zhao Qingting is the initiator of this competition, but he is only one of the judges.

Since the organizer was able to find him this time, the other judges may not have looked for him, so no one among those judges knew if anyone had promised the organizer anything.

After all, the organizer will not make these tricks for nothing, there must be a stake in it.

As long as interests are involved, it's hard to say. After all, people's hearts are separated from each other, and who can know what others are thinking.

Even though today's swearing-in is so lively, maybe some of them have reaped the benefits. Today is just a show.

Xu Yang and I walked to the car, Xu Yang started the car and wanted to go back.

I waved to him and told him to stop the car.

"Why, aren't you going back?" Xu Yang asked me a little strangely.

"I don't think it's that simple."

I put the back of the seat back and let myself half lie down, watching the guests from the Zhao family come out one after another.

"That Zhao Qingting's son is very good at fooling around. I always feel that he has some purpose in today's scene."

"I'll ask someone to investigate the matter of this competition. On the day of the temple fair, our police force will also go to people to maintain law and order." Xu Yang said.

I nodded, Xu Yang is a policeman, and maintaining law and order is his job.

But the shady scene of this game is that he has no way to participate.

"Then shall we go back now?" Xu Yang said.

"Don't worry, I'll go in and have a look after everyone has left." I said.

After staying in Zhao Qingting's house for such a long time, although I didn't find anything unclean, I always felt uncomfortable.

I can't say what it is, it's just an intuition, and I have always trusted my intuition.

"Then do you want me to go in together?" Xu Yang asked me.

I smiled, pointed to the courtyard wall in front, and said to him, "Do you think you can climb up there quietly?"

The courtyard wall of the Zhao family is very high, much higher than that of ordinary houses. Of course, this kind of courtyard wall is not a problem for me.

But it is a bit difficult for ordinary people.

In addition, Xu Yang's identity is different, even if he can go in, there is no guarantee that he will not be discovered by others.

If a policeman breaks into a private house, if someone finds out, it's hard to tell, so it's better for me to go in by myself.

"That's fine, I'll wait for you outside." Xu Yang glanced at the courtyard wall and immediately changed his mind.

We waited in the car for a while, and all the mourners left, and the gate of Zhao's house was closed.

I got out of the car and walked around the gate to the back wall.

He took two steps back, then sprinted, his nails scratched the wall lightly, and then he climbed over the high wall.

Although the wall is high, it doesn't take much effort for me to go up now.

I glanced around, and then walked towards the location of the coffin.

At this time, there was no one in the coffin, and everyone should have gone to rest after a busy day.

But there was a woman kneeling in front of the coffin.

The woman looked about 20 years old, wearing a sackcloth, and was burning paper money in the brazier.

I frowned, I hadn't seen this woman after staying here for so long during the day.

Now she is kneeling in the coffin shed to burn paper, and judging by her age, she should be Zhao Qingting's granddaughter.

I didn't intend to disturb her, I planned to go around the coffin and go to the morgue behind to take a look at Zhao Qingting's body.

At this moment, footsteps sounded, and a man walked over.

I stopped and looked up, only to see that it was none other than Zhao Qingting's son Zhao Wencheng.

He came over, squatted next to the woman and said something softly, and then the woman put her head on his shoulder and wept suicidally.

Seeing this situation, I think they should be father and daughter, and Zhao Qingting is comforting his daughter.

The next moment, the woman threw herself into his arms, sobbing nonstop.

I originally planned to go around, but the next moment I suddenly stopped!
(End of this chapter)