Bai Twelve slowly opened his eyes. His already slightly pale face was very ugly, and his eyes were filled with pain, but most of them were regrets.
The regret of not seeing my grandpa for the last time.
He opened the quilt and stood up from the bed, and said to Bai Wanjun who was sitting aside to take care of him: "Wanjun, I will take care of grandpa's funeral."
Bai Wanjun was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently: "Okay."
Bai Twelve strode out of the room and walked to the living room.
There were many people in the living room. In addition to the Yanjing faction who stayed behind at the Bai family headquarters, there were also many group executives who had traveled thousands of miles from all over the country and even abroad. When everyone saw Bai Twelve, their faces were full of compassion and compassion. It's a pity that Mr. Bai is gone, where should the eldest young master of the Bai family go?
In their hearts, they would rather treat Bai Wanjun as their master than treat Bai Twelve as their boss.
Even if you stand at the top, if you always do things mediocrely, you will still not be convinced by anyone.
This is Bai Twelve's situation at the moment.
But he didn't mind this. What he wanted to do was to properly handle his grandfather's affairs. He didn't care about anything else at the moment.
"Thank you all for coming all the way from all over the world." Bai Twelve stood in the middle of the living room with a haggard face, bowing deeply to the dozens of people in the living room, "I thank you on behalf of grandpa."
"Young Master Bai is serious." An old man in his seventies hurriedly stepped forward, took Bai Twelve's hand and said, "We are all promoted by the old man. Don't worry, young master, no matter how much the price is paid, , we will all find the murderer."
Bai Twelve said sadly: "These things are not important now. What is important is to bury grandpa in a grand manner."
"The young master is right." The old man sighed, "The old master was very popular back then. Even if he is gone now, no one can find anything to say about him."
Bai Twelve knew this old man.
When he was a child, this old man would often come to play chess with his grandfather. He was one of the oldest members of the Bai family. Now that he is older, he is retiring in a financial town in the south. By the way, he can help the Bai family with some potential projects. people.
"Mr. Tang, I will instruct people to arrange accommodation for everyone, and invite everyone to attend grandpa's funeral in three days." Bai Twelve Qiang said calmly.
"Master, although I am old, I can still do something for you." Mr. Tang said softly, "You can tell me anything you want. As long as I can do it, I will not shirk it."
"No need." Bai Twelve shook his head euphemistically but decisively, "I will handle grandpa's affairs alone."
"Okay then." Mr. Tang nodded heavily.
After leaving the Bai family house, several old guys who were also veterans of the three dynasties came to Mr. Tang and asked in a low voice: "Old Tang, find a place to drink tea."
"That's exactly what I meant." Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang said with a solemn expression.
Although these old guys are in a semi-retired state, they are all loyal to the Bai family. This has to be said that Mr. Bai has reached the pinnacle in managing people.
A few people chose a teahouse with excellent confidentiality to drink tea, because these people were famous figures in Yanjing twenty or thirty years ago, and everyone in the teahouse arranged the best private rooms when they saw them.
After entering, one of the old men, who was about sixty years old, said straight to the point: "Old Tang, there is something fishy about this."
"There's something fishy." Another old man, who was about the same age as Old Tang, answered.
"How do you say that?" Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly and took a sip of tea calmly. The tea was good tea, and the cup was also a good Jingdezhen teacup. During these years of retiring in the south, Mr. Tang had learned to enjoy life.
"You should know that I have Wan Hai by my side." The old man who was about the same age as Old Tang said, "With the Bai family's security system and Wan Hai's protection, let alone Yanjing, even in the whole country, there are
Several people can assassinate the master."
"I shouldn't say it. I was killed by a knife. I am old and old. But Mr. Tang, you have forgotten that my skills in the early years were not even inferior to those of Wan Hai." The old man said seriously.
Old Tang's eyes narrowed deeply.
"Mr. Tang, tell me who assassinated me and for what purpose."
"As the young master said, these are not the important points." Old Tang shook his head and said, "The important point is to take care of the master's affairs."
"Don't you want to take revenge?" one of the old men said coldly, "I have been a hero for a lifetime, but I was assassinated when I was old. I can't swallow this breath."
"Even if we really want to get to the bottom of it, we should figure out one thing first." Mr. Tang slowly opened his eyes and said word by word, "Green Goblin, why did you leave me?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was silent.
The word "Green Goblin" has completely disappeared from the minds of these old people.
How many years has it been?
This terrifying master has never shown up. People always think that he will appear when the old man is in crisis. But for so many years, no one has dared to touch Mr. Bai’s brow. As a result, the old Green Goblin
The elderly are gradually forgotten by people.
Now, when the master was assassinated, where was he?
Why, like Wan Hai, disappeared together when the master died.
The fog is heavy.
For these elderly people, the master's death is full of suspense and it is impossible to resolve it all at once.
"Things are urgent. For now, let's focus on the master's death." Mr. Tang said slowly, "We will talk about other things later. Anyway, my son and grandson are on the road, and I am an old man.
I haven’t been active for a long time, so I’ll stay in Yanjing first.”
After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but agree: "We think so too."
Finally, the old man who was equally respected as Old Tang frowned and said, "The last question tonight is, what will happen to the Bai family after the funeral is over?"
"What do you think?" Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, "The Bai family, of course, is the one surnamed Bai. No one can take it away."
"But these years, the Bai family has been controlled by Bai Wanjun." The old man said hesitantly.
"So what." Mr. Tang said solemnly, "You are afraid of her."
Everyone was silent.
Afraid.
Not to mention.
But this woman's methods are really amazing. If Bai Wanjun hadn't taken care of them in recent years, the Bai family would have declined at least in decline, and Bai Twelve would have declined.
Apart from playing the piano at home and writing, what else does he do?
Most of the heirs of the elders present hold positions in the Bai family. Some have even climbed to the first echelon and are closely tied to the interests of the Bai family. It can be said that one will be prosperous and one will suffer. Of course, they do not want the Bai family to go downhill.
, and Bai Wanjun's strength has been recognized by them. If the Bai family follows the current path, it will only get better and better and more prosperous.
And to replace people,.
"Do you really think that Mr. Bai is a useless person?" A glimmer of light appeared in Mr. Tang's eyes.
Everyone was silent.
In fact, they did think that Bai Twelve was a loser. No matter how good-tempered and well-educated the young master who was born with a golden key was, they could not change their opinion of Bai Twelve.
"When the funeral is over, I will do what I should do." Mr. Tang said calmly.
Everyone was still silent.
...The Bai family is busy preparing for the funeral of Mr. Bai. It is also when all eyes are on the Bai family, a piece of news once again shocked Yanjing.
When this news spread like wings and flew all over the streets of Yanjing, some good people even commented: This is an era when a superstar has fallen.
Mr. Xue is gone.
The morning after Mr. Bai left, Mr. Xue never woke up again, and he went to hell with the old enemy he had fought with for most of his life.
The departure of two centenarians who were extremely influential in Yanjing and even China not only attracted public attention, but also created a certain shock at the top of the pyramid.
