My master is invincible

Chapter 154 Yang Coffin (7)

I told Ah Da about answering the phone.

After hearing this, he gave a wry smile, and said in a deep voice, "I was being sentimental. I thought her children were not familiar with the place where they were born, and I didn't know who to invite for the funeral. I didn't expect that her children had already made preparations. The rich really have a long-term perspective." .”

Afterwards, we chatted for a while and had lunch at the tombstone shop. I asked Ah Da to go to the police station to see the owner of the million-dollar funeral expenses. Contact, it's a bit inconvenient in the past now, wait until the day when the road opens, buy some wreaths before going.

In desperation, I didn't say anything more, after all, it was their family business.When I was leaving, Ah Da stopped me and said: "Chen Baxian, there are still more than ten days before I leave Chun. When the time comes, don't forget Master Jiang's words and go to Quyang."

I nodded, many people have said that I will go to Quyang, my curiosity has been suspended, and now there are more than ten days before I leave Chun.To be honest, I really want to go to Quyang to see, what a big event it is, it is worth so many people rushing to Quyang.

After I walked out of the tombstone shop, I went straight to the police station, thinking in my heart, who is the master of the funeral, who can spend 100 million for the funeral?
After walking for about 20 minutes, I arrived at the police station. The entrance was very lively. More than [-] small cars were parked at the entrance. The fronts of the cars were all painted with four circles. The license plate was our local license plate Xiang D in Hengyang. Shocking feeling.Don't laugh at me as a local leopard. There are so many good cars in our countryside, and it's hard to see one.

Looking at the license plate, I was stunned. Could it be that the owner of the funeral is the big boss of Hengyang?But, the accent of the person on the phone didn't sound like Hengyang dialect, but had some Cantonese endings, but it wasn't really Cantonese.

At this moment, Lang Gao came out from the police station. Seeing me standing there in a daze, he came over, cupped his hands at me, and said, "Chen Baxian, you are here! I wish you a prosperous future in the new year." Like brocade, wealth is rolling in.”

I also cupped my hands and said with a smile: "Director Zhu Lang will make great achievements this year, step by step, and give birth to a fat boy by the end of the year."

"You boy, I don't even have a housemate, how can I give birth to a fat boy." Lang Gao scolded with a smile, handed me a cigarette, and said, "Why do you come to the police station on the first day of the new year? Don't talk about flattering me for New Year's greetings, You, Chen Baxian, are not that kind of person."

I took the cigarette with a smile, pointed to the cars at the gate of the police station, and said, "Come for the owners of these cars!"

He froze for a moment and said, "Are you going to accept the funeral?"

I nodded and said, "A man named Yan Shiqi called me and asked me to come over and take a look. He said it was a million funeral expenses, and I plan to try it."

His complexion changed, he gave me a strange look, and said: "Chen Baxian, I didn't hit you. Do you know how many people are in my police station? There are about sixty Baxians and Taoist priests who are going to do funerals. Some leaders from the county also came, and it is said that the host of the funeral is a Hongkonger, and after his mother’s funeral, he will invest in a toy factory in Dongxing Town.”

"People from Hong Kong? Why do you drive our Hengyang car?" I asked suspiciously. As for the number of people attending funerals, I didn't care too much. There is competition in every industry, and our coffin-bearer industry is no exception.

"These cars were rented in Hengyang, and they were used by bodyguards. I don't know the exact origin of the owner's family. However, his ancestors seem to be from our Dongxing Town. When his mother was critically ill, he was killed Order, no cremation, must sleep in a solid wooden coffin," Lang Gao explained.

What he said about cremation, I heard people say that every inch of land in Hong Kong is expensive, unlike our rural areas where there are many barren hills, where they are all cremated, and then the ashes are packed in a small box and placed in the cemetery for future generations to pay homage to.

As far as funerals are concerned, the word cremation is not inappropriate, but the customs are different in different places, and everyone believes in different things. Some people are more open to the remains, such as sea burials, sky burials, and food burials, which still exist in some remote areas. .Especially food burial, which has existed in a certain minority ethnic group for thousands of years, and it still hasn't changed.

Seeing that I was silent, Lang Gao patted me on the shoulder and said, "Chen Baxian, are you really planning to attend this funeral? Let me say hello to you. Rich people are not easy to mess with. If there is any mistake, point out Maybe I will find you, from the perspective of a friend, I advise you not to covet this money and accept the funeral."

I thanked him and said, "I know in my heart that if it is beyond my ability, I will not accept it."

Hearing what I said, he didn't say anything more, and took me into the police station. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw that the room was full of people. A one-meter-high platform was set up at the front, and seven or eight people sat on it. , in the middle is a young man about 27 or [-] years old, with a very handsome appearance, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Beside him are middle-aged men with fat heads and big ears. Looking at the adjutant's frame, he can tell with his toes that he is definitely the county leader Lang Gao said.

Seeing me coming in, the young man nodded symbolically as a greeting, and I smiled at him as a return.

I found an empty seat next to the gate and sat down. Lang Gao patted me on the shoulder, walked up to the stage without saying a word, bent down and whispered a few words in the young man's ear, and then Take the seat on the far right.

I don't know what Lang Gao said to the young man. The young man smiled at me, stood up, picked up the microphone on the table, blew a few breaths, and said, "My surname is Yan and my name is Seventeen. Call me Xiaoyan or Seventeen, first of all, I would like to wish you all a new year, and wish you all auspicious stars and good luck in the new year."

As he said that, he cupped his hands towards us and continued: "Yesterday, two days ago, I made a phone call to all of you here. What is going on with the funeral expenses? My boss is surnamed Yu. He runs a trading company in Hong Kong and has accumulated a lot of money. Boss Yu’s mother is about to die of illness. The boss is sympathetic to the old man's desire to return to his roots, and he did not hesitate to spend millions of dollars to hold a funeral in Dongxing Town. There is only one request for the funeral. He is not afraid of spending money, but he is afraid that the funeral of the old man will not be lively. I invite you to come here today because I want to contract the funeral to all of you. Of course, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Boss Yu will not let everyone come in vain. As long as someone comes, each person can go to Director Lang to receive a thousand yuan red envelope, in order to prevent some people from coming in Red envelopes, while receiving the red envelopes, you need to take out your mobile phone to open the call records, and if there is my mobile phone number in the call records, you can receive the red envelopes."

(End of this chapter)