Chapter 882: The Colorful Coffin (5)

At that moment, I took a deep breath, stared at Han Jingui with my eyes and asked him: "Don't you want to take over this funeral?"

He was stunned, as if he didn't expect my attitude to change suddenly, and he stammered: "I...I will do as the palace master wishes. I have no right to interfere with the other Eight Immortals."

I said no, and asked him: "Old Han, how many Eight Immortals do you think are willing to work with us?"

He thought for a moment, reached out his eight fingers, then retracted his two fingers, and said, "There are six of them, and there are more than twenty eight immortals left. I'm afraid they won't interfere with this matter."

I followed, looked at Lang Gao, he nodded at me, I felt relieved, and said to Han Jingui, "This is it! You go back first to summon some Eight Immortals who are willing to work with us, if none of them are willing to do it.

, I, Chen Jiu, still want to take over this funeral."

In the last sentence, my tone couldn't help but feel a little higher, mainly because I felt that I was bullied this time. Made, as the palace master of the Eight Immortals Palace, if the funeral in the surrounding area was snatched away by You Shusong, what would I do?

How can I still be in the Eight Immortals' ranks in the future?

Isn't it just calling someone? I can call him too.

Afterwards, I gave Han Jingui a few words and agreed with him that at 11 o'clock in the evening, I would like to find the Eight Immortals who were willing to work together. I will find a way for the rest.

Han Jingui stared at me for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but finally sighed and turned around and walked towards the door.

After hanging up the phone, I called someone I was familiar with in the past. Without exception, I said, "I am busy now, so where can I have time to go to Hubei? You can solve it yourself. If it really doesn't work, I'll send you money."

After about three or four minutes of twitching, Mr. Jiang suddenly spoke, "Xiaojiu, you kid will not go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Tell me, what are the difficulties you encountered?"

I knew he was afraid that I would hurt my self-esteem, so a few people came to me, but there were not many on his side.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Hubei!" He was slightly stunned, as if he was considering something, and said, "You wait first, I'll discuss it with others!"

After hearing this, he said, "Tomorrow at 7 o'clock, Shouhou and I will arrive in Shiyan. By the way, there are still a few Eight Immortals in our Dongxing Town who are working in Guangzhou now. I ask them what they mean, if they are willing to go, I will take them.

Together."

I didn't be polite to him. I roughly told him about Song Guangliang's funeral, and then told You Shusong about it, and asked him: "Look, do you have time to come to Hubei?"

This made me a little disappointed. I originally planned to ask Mr. Jiang to come and support the store. After all, his seniority was there, at least he could at least calm You Shusong. It should be noted that this funeral was not just a simple funeral, but related to

Wang Muyang thought of coming to the south to have funerals. Once he succeeded this time, there would be no place for us Eight Immortals in the future.

I smiled awkwardly. It was true. I was busy with construction sites and rarely had time to call Gao Lao. I smiled apologetically, said some apologies, and told Song Guangliang's funeral.

"When I was at the police academy, there were 32 people in one class, all of which were in place. Some could arrive at one or two tonight, and some could arrive at six or seven tonight tomorrow." When he said this, his voice was very low.

.

As soon as this was said, Lang Gao patted my shoulder hard and comforted him: "Brother Jiu, don't think too much. This is how people are. Once they are separated for a long time, their feelings will naturally become more unfamiliar."

"Mr. Jiang, you are very healthy, so how could you say that?" I talked to Mr. Jiang casually, all of which were unnutritional words.

I said no, during the Chinese New Year, I just called Mr. Jiang to pay New Year's greetings. As for the Eight Immortals Palace, I never mentioned it to him. Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang still knew it and said, "Yes! I don't know Mr. Jiang has been there recently.

How good?”

In desperation, I called Yang Yan, a doctor in Changmao. Yang Yan said without saying a word that he was in Changsha and would arrive in Shiyan, Hubei at 6 a.m. tomorrow.

After he left, Lang Gao immediately came over and said, "Brother Jiu, isn't it just calling someone? I used to know a lot of people at the police academy. I can find thirty people for you, all of them."

It's a good skill."

I couldn't react a little. Is this still the fat man I know? He rushed over immediately after a phone call, and now...

I nodded and didn't say anything. I turned to Gao Lao's number and dialed. After a while, I heard Gao Lao's voice coming, "Chen Baxian, I haven't seen you call me for a long time."

At this moment, I put away my cell phone and didn't want to call again, mainly because I was afraid of being rejected.

After saying that, a busy voice came from the phone.

Listening to this, I didn't know why, but I felt so sad that I said something grateful to Mr. Gao.

I said no, and explained, "His company has just opened not long ago, so I should be very busy!"

I nodded, talked to him a few more times before hanging up the phone.

Lang Gao seemed to see something, pushed me and said, "Brother Jiu, call Gao and the others, they should come."

I nodded, since You Shusong brought so many people to show off his power, I naturally cannot be weaker.

I called Fatty Guo again, and I thought that guy would come over without thinking. After all, from junior high school to high school, we were always dead. But this time, he said directly, "Brother Jiu, I

I'm busy with the company's affairs and have no time to go there, so let's do it! I'll get some money for you, and you can take the money to hire someone yourself!"

I made more than ten calls in a row, and only Gao Lao and Yang Yan were willing to come to Hubei, which made me feel particularly bitter. I felt relieved when I thought about it. They didn't owe me anything, so why did I come to Hubei to help me with the scene?

I'm thinking too much.

call!

I sighed heavily, maybe he is really busy!

Seeing that my face was wrong, Lang Gao asked me, "Brother Jiu, is Fatty Guo not coming?"

He said: "What are you talking about? Although I am doing hard labor for people in Guangzhou, I am still the Eight Immortals in my bones. Now the Eight Immortals have something to do, so how can I let them watch? This is related to whether I can continue to be a member of the future.

Eight Immortals!"

After seven or eight seconds of ringing, Mr. Jiang answered the phone and said happily: "Xiaojiu, I heard that you have been promoted now? Have you become the palace lord?"

I didn't agree with this request. If You Shusong sees it through, it would make us a joke. It would be better to let it go.

I didn't say anything, but took out my cell phone and flipped through the address book. I suddenly realized that I didn't know who to call me, so I felt that the phone number in the address book was so strange. I felt very bitter in my heart. I didn't even think that I was like this alone.

Who is it?

After thinking about this, I put away my phone, smiled bitterly, and said to Lang Gao, "Only Mr. Gao and Yang Yan come over! What's going on with you?"

Ai! Maybe I'm doing too badly!

Then, we talked roughly about how to face You Shusong. Lang Gao said that You Shusong was prepared this time. We can't lose in momentum. If it really doesn't work, spend some money to invite some people to support the scene.

At that moment, I called Mr. Jiang.

"It's not that!" he muttered, "At a young age, I'm waiting to die every day. At that time, you have to carry me to the mountain safely!"

At this moment, my cell phone rang and took it out and saw that it was Mr. Jiang. I quickly answered the phone and heard Mr. Jiang say, "Xiao Jiu! I'm really sorry, I have something to do here, I'm afraid I'll come.

No."

I said oh, said it was okay, and hung up the phone, feeling very uncomfortable, and sighed heavily.

"Brother Jiu, it's okay. They won't come. There are more than 30 people here. In addition to Gao Lao Yang Yan and the others and some of the Eight Immortals Palace, our number may not be smaller than them." Lang Gao was heavy on my shoulders.

Take a photo.

"Yeah!" I nodded and sat down. Lang Gao was right. With so many people, we may not lose to You Shusong in terms of momentum. It really doesn't work. Even if I sacrifice my life, I will still have to

Snatching back this funeral is related to the face of our Eight Immortals.
Chapter completed!