While Shen Jingbing was thinking of killing someone with a knife, Ye Fan's convoy was driving into the Wangyue Cemetery.
Under the location guidance provided by Gongsun Qian, the car soon arrived at Chen Chuge's 31 Cemetery.
When Ye Fan was pushed out of the car by Gongsun Qian, he saw dozens of people gathering in front of Shen Chuge's cemetery.
He also saw Chen Hua and Shen Qin, four maids, wiped their tears and completed the grave relocation ceremony.
"Mr. Ye? Miss Gongsun?"
"Mr. Ye, are you here?"
As Ye Fan and Gongsun Qian slowly approached, the four women of Chen Hua subconsciously turned their heads when they heard the movement.
They were both stunned when they saw Ye Fan appear, and then rubbed their eyes hard together, as if they couldn't believe that Ye Fan would show up.
After confirming that it was Ye Fan, the four girls Chen Hua got up and rushed to Ye Fan and hugged him.
The pear blossoms are covered with rain, and they are pitiful and can't help but care.
"Don't cry, don't cry, today is a good day, don't cry."
Ye Fan was held by the four girls and struggled, so he gently patted their backs to comfort him: "Ms. Chen doesn't want to see tears."
He vaguely returned to the time when he took the four girls through the mountains and ridges to the border. Although it was dangerous, it was also happy.
Chen Hua wiped his tears and squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Ye is right, today is a good day, don't cry."
Chen Qin and the others also wiped away their tears, their eyes lit up and looked at Ye Fan, as if they had found their backbone.
Although Ye Fan never treats them as maids, in their hearts, Ye Fan will always be their only master.
Ye Fan whispered: "You are determined. I should have done this, but it turned out that you worked hard."
In terms of emotion and reason, Ye Fan, the boss behind the scenes, should give Chen Chuge a clear attitude and a soul destination.
"Ye Shaoyan is serious."
Chen Hua's voice was soft: "We used to be the lady's maids, and we have received favor from the lady, so it is appropriate to move her tomb."
Chen Qin nodded and agreed: "That's right, there is no noise when we move the grave. Ye Shao's move the grave is prone to being fussed."
Ye Fanyi stroked the tears from the corner of the woman's eyes: "No matter what, I have lost a little humanity..."
Just as Ye Fan was talking to the four girls of Shen Hua, the dozens of relatives and friends of the Shen family next to him were in a panic:
"What are you doing? It's been doing so for so long, hurry up and shovel the soil and leave. When will this ceremony be done?"
"Yes, I just said it was almost done, but I ended up going to whispering to the wheelchair boy for most of the day, is it going to get dark?"
"Yes, I've been struggling for a long time, and I haven't finished it. I wouldn't have come if I had known it. It would be too difficult to make these 20,000 yuan."
"Fortunately, there was only one wheelchair boy coming, otherwise there would be a few more guests, and I would probably have to mutter for three days and three nights."
"Chen Hua and the others are really in their brains. The Shen family is defeated, so why are they moving graves? It's just a brain that is in their brains."
"That's right, the Shen family has become a rat crossing the street. They are still thinking about the grand burial of the glory. Didn't they see that the veterans of Donglang have not appeared? Funny!"
"It's really useless to send all the money to relocate the grave. How great is it to send it to us."
While shouting impatiently, the relatives and friends of the Shen family urged Chen Hua to finish the final payment immediately.
Each person has 20,000 yuan, and they only get half of it, and the other 10,000 yuan will be distributed after the funeral.
Ye Fan looked up and glanced at the Shen family’s relatives and friends: “Chen Hua, you don’t need to let them come.”
Chen Hua lowered his head slightly: "Miss likes fun, and I am afraid that the grave will be too deserted, so I got some people together."
Although Chen Chuge did not like to be indulged in luxury during his lifetime, he liked a bunch of people to gather together and work together, wanting to attract the heroes of the world like Tiemu Wuyue.
This made Chen Chuge get used to and liked the lively life.
Ye Fan smiled softly: "Let them go. There is no need for these feelingsless people in front of Chu Ge's grave. I've called me..."
"Get it out!"
At this moment, there was a sound of high heels knocking on the way, which was rapid, sharp, and with a sense of domineeringness.
Then, a dozen men and women surrounded a young chiffon woman and appeared in front of Ye Fan and others.
"What's going on in the cemetery? Why are there people holding funerals here? Clear the ball here."
"Hey, your family, please make the funeral faster. Everyone is dead and still crying and procrastinating. Don't you think you're fooling around?"
"I'll give you another ten minutes, and get out of the matter quickly."
"Otherwise, when the time comes, don't blame me for compulsory clearance of you all. If you don't want to eat toast, you will be punished."
The chiffon woman held her hands in front of her chest with arrogant hands and scolded Ye Fan and Shen Hua.
Clearing the market?
Chen Hua, Shen Qin and others couldn't help but be stunned, as if they didn't expect to be driven away by someone after having a funeral.
"This is a cemetery, not a private garden. How to do our funeral and how long it takes is our business. You don't need to point fingers."
"If you want to have a funeral, then you will do yours. We will do ours. What are you doing to force us to leave?"
"Also, we applied for the cemetery management office, and we had four hours of authority and paid the money. No one could drive us away."
Chen Hua stood up and retorted with a reasonable and reasonable point of view: "In ten minutes, we will not leave!"
Chen Qin also took out the receipt from the cemetery management office and handed it over: "This is the receipt we paid, four hours..."
"Thorn!"
Before Chen Qin finished speaking, the chiffon woman grabbed the cemetery receipt and tore it into pieces and shouted angrily:
"Four hours, that's the rule of the cemetery management office. The rule of my Zhao Xiaoyan is that you will get out in ten minutes."
"Because in fifteen minutes, there will be a high-level funeral opposite you."
"The visitors are either rich or noble, and there are many media reporters. You trash staying here will affect our funeral status."
"So you get out of here as soon as possible so as not to cause unnecessary trouble for yourself."
The chiffon woman hit Shen Hua's cemetery receipt on the face: "Hurry up and do things!"
Chen Hua shouted angrily: "Your funeral is a funeral, but our funeral is not a funeral? Why should we give way to you? Dead people can distinguish between high and low?"
"The dead are no different from the high or low!"
The chiffon woman raised her head slightly and snorted: "But living people are divided into noble and low!"
"I tell you that the funeral of Queen Yang Qihua's grandmother will be buried opposite you later." ωωw..net
"What are your identities? What is your identities? What does your tiny family have compared to the luxurious funeral of the Yang family?"
"Does of funerals attended by dogs and cats, are you embarrassed to mess with hundreds of powerful people?"
She said arrogantly: "You can finish the matter if you are tactful, so as not to get angry, and you guys can't afford to take care of it."
Ye Fan's voice turned cold: "I dare to sing my teeth and claws with a mere queen background. Has the Yang family lived enough?"