May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

In the rainy weather, Xu Qigang's profound face was expressionless, but his stiff body revealed his true intentions.

In fact, Shen Jianguo is not the only one who has been thinking about it for many years? Isn't he? I still remember the August 1 Art Performance in 1983, her vivid expression and energetic eyes looked at him cleverly, and in front of him she arrogantly said that she did not like him and did not want to marry him.

But he fell in love with her, he fell in love with her at a glance.

"Commander, she...she is dead."

The driver's voice interrupted his memory. My friend Zhou Hong looked at him speechlessly, with surprise and incredible excitement as well as discovering secrets in his eyes.

Zhou Hong's fists were clenched tightly, not because of tension but excitement. He seems to have discovered a big secret, and he seems to understand why the prestigious commander has not married yet.

Xu Qigang returned to his usual coldness and majesty.

The hospital has arrived, but the person who wanted to save is no longer breathing.

The funeral of Sheng Ning was organized by Xu Qigang, and the black and white mourning hall was filled with pure lilies. He is the only one who has no condolences from relatives and friends.

As a leader of the army, every word and deed are paid attention to. His move to handle the funeral in person naturally shocked many people. Sheng Ning is a lonely and miserable worm. Xu Qigang has long been a powerful veteran in the army, and the soldiers he brought out are all over the place, and his comrades in arms are countless.

The news spread, and a large number of people poured into the mourning hall to express their condolences.

Xu Qigang was standing in the corner wearing a black suit with a trace of impatientness in his eyes. The aura of rejection blocked many people who wanted to come forward to say hello. He still has a straight posture when he is not in doubt. Not only did the years leave no traces on him, but on the contrary added the charm of a man's maturity.

Just like fine wine, the longer the time, the more mellow and fragrant.

"Why are there so many people?" he asked his confidential secretary in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry!" The confidential secretary kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He clearly kept the secret work very tight, and the news was revealed.

"Forget it!" Xu Qigang sighed. With his current status and status, he has done so many things and delayed important meetings because of it. It is really hard not to be known.

The Fanxing International Group Building located in the bustling business district of the city has a unique shape. The 108-story building is a landmark building in the city. The entire commercial circle, an area of ​​1.5 million square meters with an inch of gold, is almost all the real estate of Star International.

Fanxing International is the earliest real estate developer and the legendary red-top businessman. In the era when foreign exchange was scarce, it quickly accumulated amazing wealth.

High-class society, high-ranking officials, and military and political leaders all know that the master of Fanxing International is Erye Meng.

"Second Lord, Commander Xu is busy doing funerals recently. Do you want to attend?" the special assistant asked respectfully.

"What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?" Meng Ping was looking at the map. Of course, what he was looking at was not a military map, but a real estate distribution map. The densely packed place names are intertwined with the coordinates of longitude and latitude, and there are mountains and lakes above them.

"Second Lord, when will the madam ask you to go home? Tomorrow is the old man's birthday!" The secretary of life feared

Asked in surprise.

"Get out!" Meng Ping yelled impatiently, "Let her go by herself and stop bothering me with these things."

"Yes!" The secretary of life quietly withdrew.

Meng Ping was very interested in Xu Qigang's sudden funeral. "Tell me, where did he do the funeral?" His family has a simple population, but I haven't heard of anyone dead!

"It's a woman!"

"Really?" Meng Ping dropped the pen in his hand and stood up straight. "Wan Nian bachelor, actually do a funeral for a woman? His iron tree blossoms fell in love with a female ghost?"

Meng Ping has been so unspoken for so many years.