My master is invincible

Chapter 883 Colorful Coffin (6)

Seeing me sitting down, Na Lang Gao sat down next to me without saying a word, while Chen Erbei played with his mobile phone as usual.

Just like that, we waited in the room for a while, around 10:[-] p.m., when Han Jingui walked in with the five Eight Immortals. Looking up, I knew these five people, one was Li Jiangang, and the other four One, I only know people, I don't know their names, the main reason is that these four people are not very close to me, and their attitude towards me has always been neither salty nor cold, and I didn't expect that the four of them would come here.

This made me stunned for a few seconds, and I asked them, "Why are you?"

Those four people glanced at me and didn't say a word. Instead, Li Jiangang spoke up. He said, "Master, these four are four brothers. The eldest is Yan Feng, the second is Yan Tiao, and the third is Yan Yu. The fourth child is called Yan Shun, and they don't like to talk much on weekdays, but when it comes to major events, the four of them are absolutely unambiguous."

As soon as I heard the name, I blurted out, "Good weather!"

The eldest among the four brothers nodded, and said: "Palace Master, what do you say about this matter, our four brothers listen to you."

I hummed, and glanced at them gratefully. During the time in the Palace of Eight Immortals, I was quite familiar with many local Eight Immortals. To my disappointment, those Eight Immortals did not come. Yes, sometimes I have to say that if you play well in normal times, your joints may stand out all the time. As an idiom says, wine and meat friends, this is probably what it means!

Afterwards, the few of us sat down and began to discuss how to take over Song Guangliang's funeral tomorrow. Li Jiangang was the first to speak. He looked angry and said: "Master, we must take this funeral, otherwise, this It's embarrassing."

I hummed and asked him, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

He faltered and said, "This...Palace Master, I...I...well, let Lao Han say that he has experience in this kind of thing."

"Huh?" I was taken aback, and turned my eyes to Han Jingui. Before he could speak, Han Jingui immediately said: "Palace Master, when I met people who snatched business before, I would call some Eight Immortals to scare them first. Those who are timid and dare not offend us can only give up this funeral."

"Where is the bold one?" I asked.

"Let's fight! Anyway, we are locals!" As he spoke, Han Jingui seemed to think of something, and explained: "Master, I didn't mention you, I mean we have many people, and the other party must not have as many people as us. Tell the truth."

I smiled. The method he said is more common in rural areas.To put it bluntly, it is still relying on locals to bully outsiders.However, the current situation seems to be wrong. Strictly speaking, I am a foreigner, and You Shusong is a local.

At this thought, I was silent for a while, and my mind was thinking about how to let myself do Song Guangliang's thoughts in a legitimate way.

Then Han Jingui seemed to see my embarrassment, so he said: "Master, do you think this is okay? You are the master of our Eight Immortals Palace, so you are naturally a local. What's more, we can invite the old lady here Well, her old man has done a lot of good things with us, and many people buy from her, and if she says a word, she will give us a few words."

I'll let it go, the old lady has already done a lot for the Eight Immortals Palace, so I can't trouble her old man because of this little thing.One is that the old lady is getting old and has many inconveniences in her movements, and the other is that I am afraid that what You Shusong may say to irritate the old lady will only increase the old lady's troubles.

For a while, I was in a bit of a dilemma. It would definitely not work to grab the funeral in such an open and honest way. It would arouse the resentment of the local people, and maybe the host family would be kicked out. I must think of a legitimate reason to let us stand at the highest point of morality , to go to the funeral.

In an instant, the whole room fell silent, and no one spoke.

After about three or four minutes of silence, Lang Gao said, "Ninth brother, do you think it's okay? Let's go to the funeral in the name of Lao Han. First, Lao Han is a local, and second, Lao Han is also a little bit local. Prestige, we don’t feel bad about grabbing it like this. After all, Lao Han has been holding funerals in this place all these years, so there’s nothing to say about You Shusong.”

As soon as these words came out, Han Jingui immediately refuted. He said, "No way! I'm not the owner of the Palace of Eight Immortals now, so I don't have the qualifications to grab funerals."

"I give you the position of Palace Master!" I said.

"Not to mention, the position of palace lord was handed over to you last year. There is no reason to hand it back. In my opinion, this funeral has surpassed the previous funerals. It is absolutely impossible to play cards according to the routine. The palace lord must come forward and talk to You Shusong. Negotiation, if it is in my name to grab the funeral, it is not in line with our status as the Eight Immortals." Han Jingui said.

I understand what he means, this funeral is not just a funeral, it is also related to the dispute between the Eight Immortals in the south and the Eight King Kong in the north. , and when it comes to the Metaphysics Association, our Eight Immortals may have a hard time in the future. A feudal superstition is enough for us to drink a pot.

At the moment, I line my chin with one hand, smoke with the other, and keep thinking about ideas.

Thinking, thinking, my eyes lit up, and I said: "The way Wang Muyang handles funerals must be to cremate the corpse, but this place mainly uses burials. The two have conflicted. We can..."

Before I could finish speaking, Han Jingui said, "Palace Master, You Shusong said, let Song Guangliang be buried in peace this time."

Ok!

I smiled awkwardly, and turned my eyes to Lang Gao. He pays a lot of attention on weekdays, and asked him, "Is there any good solution for Lang Gao?"

"There is a way, but I'm afraid you won't be able to use it!" He glanced at it and muttered.

"How?" I asked.

"Do you still remember the funeral in Dongxing Town? There were so many Eight Immortals fighting for the funeral!" He asked.

I nodded, motioning for him to continue.

He said: "What I mean is, we can encourage the host, let the host set up a platform, and then let us compete with You Shusong."

"No way!" I shook my head and said, "Then Song Guangliang and his brothers and sisters are going to make trouble at the police station, so why would they want to do this? We must drive You Shusong away without alarming the master."

I say this because Song Guangliang and You Shusong’s brothers have a little relationship with You Shusong, and they are likely to favor You Shusong, and secondly, You Shusong has money, and I’m afraid that You Shusong will offer to do the funeral for free, which is not good for us.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, what can I do!" Li Jiangang muttered beside him.

"Good idea!" I slapped my palm on my thigh and said, "Neither this nor that, yes, let's let You Shusong not do this, nor that!"

"What?" Lang Gao, Han Guijin and that Li Jiangang looked at me suspiciously as if they didn't understand what I meant.

(End of this chapter)