The capital of Kyoto, Nanshan District.

It is strange that although Mr. Chen admired ancient culture the most in his life, he hated the imitation of ancient methods of funeral management and marriage. It is said that he got married for the first time when he was young. The woman made things difficult for him according to the folk customs and etiquette. He never let go of his words when he entered the door. Later, Mr. Chen became anxious and kicked a hole in the iron door.

Mr. Chen often proudly told the young people working in Hongmeng Technology. He was the most envious of the happy marriage at that time. He was not afraid of death when he was old. He said it would be better to be happy to die. He should be buried and burned. Don’t be too long-winded. It is said that the younger generation in Mr. Chen’s house would have to be grand and bury. What kind of rituals should be paid? Mr. Chen jumped at that time: Could you grandsons really be punished with my grandfather and my body for seven days?

In short, everything is simple.

But the funeral is handled by their Xie family. If it is too simple and too rash, according to the discussions of Xie Chengyun, his family, and relevant officials of the alliance, he will be cremated and sent to the cemetery for three days from today to the third day. Today and tomorrow, with the official mourning and obituary news from Hongmeng, people from all walks of life will come to pay their respects.

Although Zhou Yi did not do anything specifically, since he was a member of the funeral committee, neither Xie Chengyun nor the outside world would make him feel relaxed.

Because Zhou Yi asked himself not to leave any video interviews, and Xie Chengyun did not want him to show up in public, Hongmeng Technology temporarily opened a public account named Xie Lingyun, and Zhou Yi and the company's public relations team worked together to deal with the reporters' questions on the official account. Zhou Yi also set a standard for this, only answering Chen Laohe's funeral and refused to answer other questions.

In other words, Zhou Yi handed over other issues, such as his current girlfriend status, his position at Hongmeng Technology, and everything he had on the other side, to the public relations team, and they were responsible for rejecting it.

At present, there are a bunch of reporters coming in the rain outside the electronic porch in Nanshan District. There are many celebrities coming to pay their respects this time. There are even "family children" like Zhou Yi. Journalists of any era will not miss this opportunity easily. When they are having dinner with the young girl outside, he has been photographed by these puppies many times. Now they are holding funerals, and these people are still the same. Their eyes are not at the funeral, but at the funeral.

"Mr. Xie. What do you think about Mr. Chen's last wish is to upgrade the other side in a comprehensive way."

"Mr. Wei, are you and Mr. Xie Lingyun privately friends?"

Zhou Yi and Wei Bei simply walked past the grass beside the community. A group of people outside the porch were shouting like crazy. At the same time, the flashing lights sounded. Wei Bei's bodyguards came up at this time, lined up to block the two of them completely, avoiding shooting.

"These people are really crazy. When I came in just now, I almost let the car be dismantled."

Wei Bei showed an unhappy expression on his face.

At this moment, like Zhou Yi, he was wearing black funeral formal attire. The atmosphere inside was too stuffy, so he came out with an umbrella to get some breath.

At this time, a black car slowly drove in. After stopping on the side of the road, a man with a tall figure stood up inside. He was in his fifties and had a grim expression. Zhou Yi recognized it at a glance. This was Chonghao.

This should be the first time the two of them have met outside the other side.

Chonghao glanced at the two of them, and nodded slightly as he turned his eyes. On the other side, they were enemies. But in reality, they could not be so awkward, especially in front of so many flashes outside.

Zhou Yi also nodded indifferently as a response. He could distinguish between reality and the other side and the grievances in another world. He would not have been moved to this funeral to be cold-eyed.

Chonghao strode over and looked very healthy.

"There are so many people coming this time. I don't know what he saw when he went in, Chang Yong and Boss Mo would say." Wei Bei murmured beside him.

This time, there were many people coming to see Mr. Chen off. Zhou Yi also called Jun Shengyan over, including Qingye, Liudu, Di Jun, etc. There were a lot of people, and some Zhou Yi just felt familiar, but forgot who the person belonged to.

However, Zhou Yi learned that the Yin family where Sili Changfeng is located, and the Yun family in Qingyao are all chased by elders such as the group board of directors, non-listed companies, etc., but all the aristocratic families are very low-key, usually with company titles and the identity of professional enthusiasts on the other side.

For example, Zhou Yi is the deputy leader of the daily maintenance team of Hongmeng Technology Sword Etiquette. There are many such seemingly inconspicuous company titles at the funeral, and the reporters have a very sensitive sense of smell, knowing that these are all pretexts, and their true identity is that they are all children of aristocratic families.

Chonghao is an angel investor, Chang Yong is the former vice president of Kyoto University, and Luomo is a idle civil servant in the Northwest Bureau, and it seems that each of them is not next to each other.

"What can I say is just to pay my respects."

Zhou Yi and Wei Bei said casually. At this time, the green girl ran over from the lawn with an umbrella. Suddenly, the reporters there climbed up the wall and were about to take pictures, but were stopped by the security guards in the community.

The green girl was also wearing a black long dress. After walking to Zhou Yi, she said bluntly: "There is an old man looking for you inside."

"Old man? Which old man?"

Zhou Yi turned around.

"I'm a colleague named Ye, saying it's this old Chen." Qingnv looked at the crowded reporter outside and replied.

"Old Ye?"

Zhou Yi is a little confused.

Mr. Ye is the director of the consulting group for the development of the sword fighting system on the other side. He has never participated in the development of the sword yu. The reason is the same as what Zhou Yi knew in his previous life. He believes that this dismantling is a poison for users on the other side to have an in-depth understanding of the sword fighting system.

"I'll go and meet."

Zhou Yi and Wei greeted each other sadly, followed the Qingnv to see the old man Ye. He just heard Xie Chengyun's introduction and simply greeted the master, without having an in-depth conversation.

Now that Mr. Chen’s colleague named him and wanted to see him, then let’s meet him.

After entering the lobby, two thin young men in dark suits inside took the initiative to come forward to guide him when they saw Zhou Yi. It seemed that they were Old Ye's disciples. After Zhou Yi entered a room, Old Ye outside closed the door. In the room, an old man with all white hair was sitting behind the desk, looking at Zhou Yi.

The old man said, "The second son of the Xie family."

"I dare not take it."

Zhou Yi nodded and agreed, and sat down at the desk. To be continued.
Chapter completed!