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Chapter 585: A Funeral Without Tears (3)

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    ? On October 20th, the rain was still there. Today is Qin An's funeral. No newspapers, no silk money, no public sacrifices, the funeral will be held the next day, and everything will be kept simple.

    Qin An is a native of Luoyang. He was born in an old industrial area in the 1960s, so the funeral was held in Luoyang.

    Large and small tribute wreaths were placed inside and outside the mourning hall, and the names of Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling and others were impressively listed.

    In the mourning hall of the funeral home, Chiprian Polomboscu's violin "Ballade" is being played on a loop.  The crowd wearing boutonnieres kept the volume down while talking to and fro.

    On the white table top are an ever-burning lamp, a censer and a few old Romanian film reels that are not very popular.

    The old man in the old Zhongshan suit personally greeted and sent off every guest who came to express condolences, and spoke kindly.  When seeing this gray-haired old man for the first time, many people couldn't believe it at all. This is the famous Zhu Jiuyin who is equally famous for his fierceness and flair.

    Li Yan and his party also came to express condolences for Qin An. After meeting Zhu Jiuyin, the three of them saluted the portrait, and then were led by An Jing and arranged to sit in a corner.

    "Your flowers."

    An Jing handed Tanniang a white boutonniere.

    Representatives of Yan Zhaohui with more than two seats and reserve qualifications do not need to wear boutonnieres in advance. These people are often the best in Yan Zhaohui. Regardless of whether they have nepotism or not, their personal hard power must be very strong.  Yan Zhao occupied an important position at the meeting.  There is no need to participate in the battle.

    An Jing smiled at Li Yan and Zha Xiaodao: "We met at the shooting range last time, you should still remember."

    "Of course, Miss An Jing."

    "You can call me by my first name."

    Li Yan nodded slightly, with a more reserved demeanor.

    Some of the people present were acquainted with him once, such as Zhao Jianzhong, Zhan Yuejin, Si Wenji, and some people he had dealt with but had never met.  .

    There is no sufferer at the funeral, Yan Zhaohui is in charge of the funeral affairs, and all the people present are Yan Fu walkers without exception.

    ?People who are responsible for the trivial work of the bar club, deacons, men and women accompanying guests, etc., are even relatively tyrannical representatives, and there are many representatives of the second seat at the level of the sixth division.

    "You guys sit down first, I'll greet other guests."

    After finishing speaking, An Jing walked away.

    During the mourning and joy, the guests in groups of twos and threes looked at the people passing by with complex eyes, some smirked at each other politely, some were anxiously exploring their old friends or partners, and some bowed their heads in their seats and meditated.  Most of the people were of course old faces at the Yan Zhao meeting, but the number of newcomers still exceeded many people's expectations. No one cried at the funeral, it was just terribly depressed.

    Zha Xiaodao sniffled and punched Li Yan's arm: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

    Li Yan nodded, and Zha Xiaodao got up to leave, while Li Yan's eyes glanced over the crowd unconsciously.

    To be honest, Qin An's funeral was much simpler than Li Yan imagined.  The turmoil caused was only within Yan Fu's circle, except for a few large-scale accidents with no beginning or end to Luoyang, it hardly caused any chain reaction.

    One of the reasons, of course, is that Qin An had traveled the Great Thousand Lands for a long time, and even the high-ranking representatives who were buried with him were a group of people with a loose and free personality. Many of them hadn't even returned for several years, and they had long been included in the missing population.

    What's more, it was the result of Yan Zhaohui's high-level deliberate suppression.

    "Huh?"

    Li Yan's eyes narrowed, and he saw a familiar man and woman.

    "Mr. Qin is a very remarkable person. Once you have met him, you will know that he shouldn't just die like this."

    Yang Xie's palms swayed to the rhythm of the violin. He stared at the bright light not far away, and said this to Bai Xiao beside him.

    "You say what you say, don't try to make trouble."

    Bai Xiao glanced at Yang Xie.

    Yang Xie smiled: "I won't."

    Suddenly, he felt Li Yan's eyes, and Li Yan's eyes met. After a while, the two looked at each other and smiled, and looked away in unison.

    The playing music of "Ballade" is as desolate as a storm and a strong wind.

    Zhu Jiuyin sat beside Zhao Jianzhong, scratching her red eye sockets with rough palms: "It's almost time for people to come."

    Zhao Jianzhong didn't answer. He listened to the music carefully and nodded his head after a long time: "You will take care of Xiaoan's funeral. I'm very relieved."

    "what I should do."

    Zhao Jianzhong suddenly frowned, smiled forcedly and said to Zhu Jiuyin: "We are?Yes, it¡¯s too big to organize, and too many miscellaneous people are invited?  "

    "When a person dies, there is no reason not to let others mourn."

    Both old men bowed their heads.

    Pride Chong walked over quickly: "It's almost time, Mr. Zhuo, this is the eulogy."

    He handed the prepared eulogy to Zhu Jiuyin.

    "No need." Zhu Jiuyin pushed away Jiao Chong's hand, just about to go out.  But Zhao Jianzhong stopped him.

    "Jiuyin, restrain yourself."

    Zhu Jiuyin glanced at Zhao Jianzhong before picking up the eulogy in An Jing's hand.

    He walked to the stage amidst the complicated eyes of everyone, and looked down at the eulogy in his hand.

    "Today, with a heavy heart, we deeply mourn"

    Halfway through the speech, something seemed to block Zhu Jiuyin's throat, and the sound of the violin playing stopped in due course.

    After a few seconds of silence, everyone realized that without the cover of the violin, the atmosphere of the funeral was so weird and embarrassing.

    Zhu Jiuyin continued: "I deeply mourn my good friend, Qin An. Qin An and I have been good friends and brothers for decades. But not long ago, he was killed by someone."

    The old man's words suddenly changed: "No matter who did it, I will investigate thoroughly to the end, and I will never let him go."

    After saying that, he stepped off the stage, and the eulogy of two sheets of paper came to an abrupt end.

    For a long time.

    Alone, the inappropriate applause at a funeral rang out.

    This is a dark-skinned woman with a scar on her eye sitting in the front row.

    The second applauded Yang Ji, his face was flat.

    Scattered applause rang out, there were probably only a few dozen people, and most of these people came to the funeral very early, and they didn't scratch their heads and look around like the others.  Instead, he sat quietly in place from beginning to end, without saying a word.

    At this moment, these people applauded after Zhu Jiuyin's brief eulogy, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

    The funeral scene of hundreds of people became more and more silent. Everyone had different faces. Su Ling was expressionless, Zhan Yuejin closed his eyelids tremblingly, and Zhao Jianzhong sighed softly: "Go on."

    As soon as he finished speaking, a huge explosion came from outside the mourning hall.

    Everyone was stunned in disbelief, followed by an irresistible, torrential malice and anger that instantly overwhelmed everyone present.

    Perhaps it was an illusion, Zhu Jiuyin added many wrinkles and white hair, he stood up dully, the black tide of malice crushed no one to move.

    Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Houtu, and Wuwei Sanzang all stood up slowly with gloomy faces.

    No matter who it is, no matter what the reason is, the consequence of disturbing this funeral is to face the anger of almost the entire Yan Zhaohui.

    The gate was open, and there was blood everywhere in front of the gate. A blood hole was pulled out of the chest of a representative in charge of welcoming guests, and he was vomiting blood profusely.

    Zha Xiaodao supported his body, and his neck was also cut by an unknown thing, bleeding profusely.

    Kneeling and crawling at the door, a man in a mess covered in blood, his right leg was ripped off, propping up his body and kowtowing towards the funeral parlor, weeping miserably while kowtowing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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