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As the first ray of golden light tore through the white fish, the entire earth was illuminated golden, and newspapers from all major media reported the news of Mr. Feng's death.

Feng Zhicheng got the news not from his family, but from the media. Feng Zhiyao had informed all his relatives about the news last night, except Feng Zhicheng.

Feng Zhicheng was not happy that Feng Zhiyao returned to his old home. This represented Feng Zhiyao's counterattack, but he was unable to stop it at this moment.

If he dares to say even half a word, he will fall into huge moral condemnation.

Feng Zhicheng sat on the sofa and looked at the newspaper in his hand, his face turned gray. He felt that he didn't have much power to fight back. The whole of Xiangjiang would be focused on his father's funeral, and then Feng Zhiyao would announce his will. Take over the company.

In full view of the public, without the backer behind him, Feng Zhicheng was like a manipulated puppet, walking step by step towards the ending Feng Zhiyao wanted.

This feeling was so suffocating that Feng Zhicheng felt a little breathless. He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa without saying a word.

Since the morning, various relatives of the Feng family have come one after another. Feng Zhixiong has also officially returned from overseas. Media reporters are swarming at the door. Feng Zhiyao saw too many people, so he went out and gave a brief explanation. Now It is still in the morgue stage, and the funeral will be held in two days.

“Have issues regarding legacy been resolved?”

"Will Mr. Feng Zhicheng show up?"

"Will your eldest brother adjust the relationship between you two brothers when he comes back? I heard that you had a fight with Feng Zhicheng. Is it true?"

"Okay, okay!" Feng Zhiyao said to the crowd with a dark expression: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I hope that all journalists can respect the deceased and be merciful. The issue of inheritance will not be raised at this time. The funeral affairs will be dealt with first. , that’s it, let’s disperse.”

Although Feng Zhiyao told everyone to disperse, there were still reporters squatting outside.

There were already people coming to the house in batches, including various aunts and wives, both familiar and unknown. Feng Zhiyao didn't understand the funeral process. Fortunately, there was a relevant emcee company presiding over it. Lu Feng simply burned some paper and was ready to leave. Yes, I didn’t get a good rest last night, so I have to go back to sleep.

Before leaving, Lu Feng went to Feng Zhiyao and asked him about the will. Feng Zhiyao lowered his head and said, "Why don't we wait until my father is buried before mentioning this matter? Many relatives just told me about this matter. I still hope that the two brothers can be more harmonious. Once my dad leaves, there won’t be many close relatives left in the world.”

When Lu Feng saw him like this, he knew in his heart that these relatives were doing bad things. He didn't need to ask to know that it was because of the way his family and everything would be prosperous. Although the land of China was vast and had a huge population, those bad relatives in the family came from the south. Beidu has a virtue.

When brothers are fighting against each other, these people advise the bullied party not to be angry, while the stronger party suppresses it. Both parties sit together and have a meal, understanding it as if nothing happened, but when the etiquette of the scene is over, the stronger party One side still does whatever they want.

"You don't need to worry about this matter. Go rest first and have a good sleep. If anyone wants to talk to you about this matter, just say you are not in the mood." Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Now that the matter has come to an end, You are only one step away from success, but don't waste all your efforts. Think about what these relatives are doing when you are serving the dishes."

There was a hint of determination in Feng Zhiyao's tired eyes and he nodded.

There were many people at the scene, and the cries were accompanied by the smell of burning paper money, giving people an indescribable sense of desolation. Lu Feng walked out of the mourning hall. Too many people came, some were placed in the living room, and some were placed in the living room. In the courtyard, small groups gathered together, chatting for a while and then left.

For close relatives, this occasion is painful, but for marginalized people, it is a social place. If they have not seen each other for a long time, or want to see someone but have no chance, this occasion is definitely a good opportunity.

Lu Feng walked around the yard twice, listening to these people chatting. Most of them were Mr. Feng's business friends. If they didn't leave, they were waiting for Li Shauji.

The two middle-aged men in their forties in the corner were collateral cousins. Lu Feng stood not far from them and listened for a while as they discussed their relationship.

One of the round-headed men was the son of Feng Zhiyao's mother's cousin. According to the traditional "five clothes" theory, he was no longer a relative, but he still came.

"Hello!" Lu Feng stepped forward and said politely: "Are you a relative from Zhiyao's side?"

"Yes, yes, hello, Mr. Lu, right? I always see you on the news." The other party shook Lu Feng's hand enthusiastically and said politely: "My name is Zhu Biaozhi."

"It's great to have relatives. So many people are involved in this incident." Lu Feng sighed.

"It still requires more people, so as the old saying goes, new people are more prosperous." Zhu Biaozhi echoed.

Others also sighed. Lu Feng dispersed a wave of smoke for several people. They were also surprised. They did not expect that the aloof Mr. Lu could be so down-to-earth.

"What did Feng Zhiyao call you?" Lu Feng asked Zhu Biaozhi.

"I am younger, so we can be considered nephews and grandnephews, but Mr. Feng and I are very close. We are both very good relatives. We even helped my grandfather's family in the past." Zhu Biaozhi said about the previous interactions between the two families. I thought this man was Feng Zhiyao's uncle.

"You are Feng Zhiyao's mother-in-law. Zhiyao is having a hard time this year." Lu Feng smoked a cigarette and looked at the two of them: "You can't fight alone, you still have to have someone to help you, otherwise they will act like wolves and tigers. , bully you to death."

The two nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Lu Feng's statement, but then they said that they really didn't have the ability. One of them was an office worker and the other ran a restaurant, so they didn't have the ability to take care of this matter.

"I want to take care of it, but I can't. It depends on my status. As an outsider, I interfere too much and let people say it." Lu Feng said to the two of them.

Both of them have been in society for half their lives, and they immediately understood what Lu Feng meant. It was just that they lacked a mentor to become famous. Although Zhu Biaozhi said that they were distantly related, how did the media know who you were related to? All you have to do is stand up and say you are one of your own. Isn't that how Liu Bei got up back then?

"It's too hot!" Lu Feng raised his head and glanced at the sun and said, "How about we change places to chat?"

"Okay, okay!" Zhu Biaozhi looked happy and hurriedly followed Lu Feng. The buddy who was standing with him was also pushed back.

After leaving Feng's house, the cars on the roadside were already full and wreaths surrounded the entire house. After Lu Feng got in the car, Zhu Biaozhi also got in the car.

"Mr. Lu, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm stupid and I'm afraid I won't understand what you mean." Zhu Biaozhi seemed a bit reserved. He smiled flatteringly at Lu Feng, but he felt too inferior. Trying hard to suppress this expression, he looked extremely reserved.

"Relax!" Lu Feng handed him a cigarette and said, "It's a simple matter. Mr. Feng's will has not been finalized yet. Did you see the pile of reporters not far away? It's what everyone is paying attention to right now. time, but Feng Zhiyao can't mention this matter, otherwise he will be an unfilial son and use his father's death to force the second brother into the palace."

"Yes, yes, what you said makes sense. He is not suitable to do this now." Zhu Biaozhi thought quickly and said: "You are not suitable to do this either. You lack an identity and can easily be attacked by those relatives. .”

"Look, you are not stupid at all. I hope that when Feng Zhicheng comes, you, as a relative, will raise this matter in front of reporters, so that it can overshadow the funeral itself. What happens after it is done? , I will give you 50,000 Hong Kong dollars first, and there will be a farewell party in two days. You take out the will, read it out in front of reporters, and tell Feng Zhicheng to get out of the company."

Lu Feng lowered the car window a little, knocked the cigarette ashes outside, and continued: "After the will is completed, fifty thousand US dollars! Remember, what I want is an explosive effect. If it doesn't achieve my goal, Requirement, your income will be halved."

Zhu Biaozhi was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He knew that sweeping out some garbage from the Feng family would be enough for him to live for half his life. This trip was really not in vain.

Zhu Biaozhi nodded and quickly said that he would do a good job.

Lu Feng started to look for money in his pocket, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any cash. Finally, he found that 10,000 Hong Kong dollars had been thrown into the glove box at some point. He handed it to Zhu Biaozhi and said, "Deposit, remember this. It's your fault as a member of your family."

"It has nothing to do with you at all, and it has nothing to do with Zhiyao, I understand!" Zhu Biaozhi took the money and said with a smile on his face.

Lu Feng patted his shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Get off the car! I guess Feng Zhicheng will be here soon."

Zhu Biaozhi got out of the car as soon as he put the money in his pocket. He didn't go in, so he stood at the gate and walked back and forth. He waited until 9:30 in the morning. Three Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the gate. The reporter also recognized that they were Feng Zhicheng's cars. , all gathered around.

A few security personnel got out of the two cars behind and blocked the reporters out. Then the door of the first car opened. Feng Zhicheng got out of the car with a serious look on his sunglasses and walked inside under the escort of several people.

Before he could enter the door, Zhu Biaozhi stood in front of him and said loudly: "Zhicheng, I have something to tell you."

Seeing this, the security personnel hurriedly pushed him back. The two of them started pushing each other instantly. Zhu Biaozhi shouted: "Why are you pushing me? Do you know who I am? I am Feng Zhiyao's nephew. What can I say for my family?" Already?"

The commotion over there instantly attracted the attention of reporters. Several people could not stop them at all and rushed in to take pictures. Zhu Baozhi kept scolding: "Are you bullying no one in our family? Do you really think my family is easy to bully?" ?Your mother didn’t dare to do anything back then, and you’re making trouble with me here?”

The scene was a combustible mess, and Feng Zhicheng was surrounded by reporters. Lu Feng sat in the car and looked at the chaos not far away. He silently raised the window and told the driver: "Go back."

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