Pretending to be bankrupt, I was kicked out of the family chat group

The mourning hall is very grand, compared to Xiao Jianchao, it is a heaven and a place.

Ye Yumo now belongs to the "nothing" category, so he didn't sit in the front row, but just found an inconspicuous seat in the corner.

Xiaoya was not qualified to come in, so she simply waited outside.

Hong Tianzhao came over and sat down next to Ye Yumo.

"Sister."

"Well, you're almost calling me old."

"Anyway, I call you according to seniority. Our brothers thought you weren't coming. Look at Ayan Duo's arrogance, as if he has made the decision here."

Master Yan's domineering attitude was written all over him. He was indeed too showy. At a funeral like this, Master Hong's son should be in charge of welcoming guests. He couldn't do anything for him.

But Ye Yumo said: "Don't worry about others. In front of others and behind others, you must always call him Master Yan. Ayan is not your name."

Master Yan is of high seniority. Except for big shots like Xiang Huaqiang, all the five tigers in Hong Kong have to call him Master Yan.

Mr. Hong's children have no real estates, so if they really play tricks, they will be pinched by Mr. Yan.

"Sister-in-law, did you really decide to help us when you came here this time?"

Help...how to help? Intervene with gang forces and stir up struggles in the world. Ye Yumo is just here to express condolences.

She looked at Hong Tianzhao's expectant eyes and smiled slightly: "If Master Yan is good to you, then why bother causing trouble? Master Hong came to me that day and made it very clear that he didn't want you to continue to follow his old path. If you want to do business, I can support you.”

After listening, Hong Tianzhao had a wry smile on his face: "Sister-in-law, I don't think so. Since we were young, our father has told us not to let us participate in gang fights. He doesn't even want us to get involved in the film and television industry, but things are not that simple now. Yes, what Mr. Yan wants to do is to take away everything from my father, including the property that his old man left to our children."

This is too much. It can be forgiven to seize power and territory. Even Mr. Hong’s life savings are taken away. Where is his conscience?

Ye Yumo still knew something about Master Yan's past. He was originally a small follower. He first worked in a film and television company and was not reused. It was Master Hong who discovered him and asked him to follow him.

For decades, Mr. Hong has regarded him as a brother, and he has always benefited from him.

Ye Yumo thought of the Lover's Holiday Hotel, which was where Mr. Yan made his own money, and his ambition and greed could be seen from this.

I'm afraid, this old guy has made a fortune in various parts of Hong Kong Island under the banner of Mr. Hong.

Only with money can the people under your command obey your orders.

As long as the price he offers is higher than Master Hong's, the younger brother will naturally listen to him.

"Tianzhao, I can't get involved now. After all, he hasn't done anything to hurt Mr. Hong. Mr. Hong is willing to let go of his territory and power. You don't want the gang business either. What's left is to divide the assets. "

Mr. Yan did not have these actions, and Master Ye and Mo were unknown.

"No, that's not the case. Sister-in-law, listen to me. Dad told us before he died that he left two billion to each of us, including my sister. But the last time we saw him was when Mr. Yan saw him. We The money allocated was only tens of millions.”

"What?! So little?"

It's so sad. The scion of Hong Kong tycoon Hung Chin-po only has such a small amount of money, and no one will believe him even if he says it.

Ye Yumo looked at him doubtfully: "You didn't lie to me?"

"How dare I lie to my sister-in-law? If you don't believe me, ask my brother and my younger brothers and sisters. Our housekeeper also knows about this. It's not that we are greedy for money, but the things left by our father should belong to us. "

Ye Yumo didn't completely believe what he said and needed someone to investigate. "Don't sit with me yet, lest they get suspicious."

Half an hour later, the crowd had settled down and people were distributed on both sides. Only Mr. Yan stood beside Hong Jinbao's coffin.

He presented Hong Ye with a stick of incense in a decent manner.

"Master Hong! Let's go!"

The voice was majestic, but he shouldn't be the one who said this.

No matter how senior Mr. Yan is, he cannot be superior to Mr. Hong's children and grandchildren. This is arrogance.

He turned around, looked at the people on both sides, and said with great sadness: "Everyone, Master Hong is gone. Before he passed away, he entrusted me with a heavy burden of ten thousand kilograms, and Yan felt even more pressure. I have nothing to say, Hong. I will continue to take care of Master Hong’s business for him, and take good care of Master Hong’s children and grandchildren to comfort Master Hong’s spirit in heaven.”

The old man spoke with tears streaming down his face, which seemed to resonate with people.

But these few short sentences contain evil intentions.

Entrusting means taking over the business, and taking care of means not letting others interfere. What a scheming idea.

When a big man opens his mouth, his words are all art, so that others can't get a word in.

On such an important occasion, someone should stand up and speak justice for Mr. Hong. Several of his best friends, such as Brother Long, Chen Huimin and others, all sat still and seemed to agree.

At this time, a loud voice interrupted.

"No one is allowed to get involved in dad's business!"

Everyone looked over and saw that the one wearing sackcloth and mourning was Hong Tianming.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he walked to Hong Jinbao's coffin and pointed at Master Yan's face: "Ayan, my father's body is not yet cold, but you are so eager to fight for my Hong family's things. Have you forgotten how my father treated you so well?! Do you still have a conscience?!"

The whole place was in an uproar. How could there be internal strife at the funeral? The excitement inside was so great.

Everyone looked solemn, but no one said anything. They just wanted to see how the Hong family would handle this matter.

Mr. Hong has a high status in the world and has many friends, but very few close confidants. In addition, this matter is directed at Mr. Yan, so others dare not speak out.

Mr. Yan looked at Hong Tianming sadly: "Young Master, I can't bear your words. I am loyal to Mr. Hong and have never overstepped my mind. I also believe in what Mr. Hong entrusted to me before his death. It will be engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten in my life.”

"What you say is better than what you sing! My father has long promised to share the shares among the four of us, brother and sister, but now that it's in your hands, is the share for each of us still enough? You have to eat it all!"

In excitement, Hong Tianming looked at the people present and clasped his fists: "Uncles and brothers! Seniors in the world! Please come out and seek justice! Ayan is just a follower of my father, how can he get the foundation of my Hong family! Is this fair?!”

The reversal of priorities is like the prime minister usurping the country and putting himself above me. It is indeed unfair.

Even so, the people present were not wordy.

Ye Yumo saw in his eyes that these people just wanted to make mistakes. After Mr. Yan did something disobedient, they would have reason to snatch Hong's business, which was a big piece of fat.

"Young Master, what have you got me into by talking like this?"

"Pooh!"