Lu Ziqian ignored him and looked at the village chief: "Grandpa, village chief, I do what I say. But you'd better seek justice first and resolve the matter at hand!"
After he finished speaking, he walked directly to the coffin and bowed three times solemnly: "Although I don't recognize you, I'm sorry for disturbing you today. I hope you have a good journey."
Then, he walked up to the village chief and said, "Uncle village chief, you and everyone else will prove it today. I will give you two thousand yuan as compensation tonight."
Finally, he stared at Ye Yongjun: "Let Uncle Luo punch you, and I will give you four thousand yuan tonight."
Ye Yongjun still looked disdainful. He simply didn't believe that this little kid in ordinary clothes in front of him could take out four thousand yuan at once and attract investment for the village.
Because Zi Qian's clothes were soaked in water for a long time yesterday and were dirty and wet.
Therefore, Luo Guangqi went to his neighbor's house and borrowed a set of children's clothes for him.
Zi Qian is now wearing a set of very ordinary rural child clothes.
"It's just you, a little brat, who are you to blame! If you can come up with four thousand yuan at once, I will kowtow to you and apologize today!" Ye Yongjun pointed at Lu Ziqian and shouted.
Lu Ziqian looked at him coldly and curled up his lips: "Are you serious?"
Ye Yongjun patted his chest: "Of course it's true?"
The village chief hurried over to dissuade her: "Yongjun, don't get too serious with a child. The funeral is important. Today is the day when your daughter will be buried in peace. It's more important to do business first."
Ye Yongjun pushed the village chief away: "What should we do? The sixth uncle's promising time has been delayed by them. If our family Junuo won't be able to go to college or marry into a good family because of the bad time of Juanzi's burial, you guys
Who is responsible."
Junuo is Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter. His reason is very far-fetched and ridiculous.
Uncle Liu is over sixty years old this year. He is a man in Luozhaigou who can see yin and yang and understands Feng Shui. If anyone has a wedding or wedding, they all like to ask Uncle Liu to see the good time.
Rural people are superstitious and think that doing so will bring them good luck and peace.
However, as soon as Ye Yongjun finished speaking, Sixth Uncle came out: "Yongjun, although I missed that time just now, four quarter past four in the afternoon is a good time, and it is suitable for your Juanzi to be buried."
Ye Yongjun ignored this sixth uncle and kept staring at Lu Ziqian.
Although Lu Ziqian was young, he could tell at a glance that in Ye Yongjun's eyes, he was the only one in his heart, and his wife and children were just excuses for him to ask for money.
He suddenly felt sympathy for Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter.
"Give me your bank card number and mobile phone, and I'll call someone to send you money right away." Lu Ziqian looked at him with disdain.
Ye Yongjun was stunned for a moment: "Hey, do you really think you are the young master of a certain consortium or company?"
But even though he said that, he still took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat ID is my mobile phone number. You can have someone transfer 4,000 yuan to my WeChat!"
"Then let Uncle Luo punch you first!" As he said that, he looked back at Luo Guangqi and motioned for him to seek justice for himself.
However, Luo Guangqi waved his hand: "Forget it, they are all from the village, no need."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qi, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly came out. Without anyone reacting, he rushed directly in front of Ye Yongjun and slapped him.
"If you dare to hit my husband, I will beat you to death." Wang Qi, with messy hair, glared at Ye Yongjun angrily.