As the car roared, black Rolls-Royce drove in one by one.
The car was standing next to the road in front of Chen Chuge's cemetery.
Then the car door opened with a thump, and men and women wearing black clothes and white flowers appeared one after another.
More than two hundred people have a solemn expression and extraordinary temperament, and are filled with a trend of wealth and honor.
Then ten more interview cars drove in, and more than a dozen cameras and more than a dozen reporters appeared.
They just took photos of the scene.
Before Ye Fan and the others could react, wreaths and bunches of lilies were brought in.
The sides of the road were quickly filled with wreaths and flowers.
Finally, a hearse with a portrait drove over.
The salute sounded, and the sky was covered with flowers.
When the hearse drove to the front, dozens of men and women of the Yang family with white cloth wrapped around their heads stepped forward to help the spirits.
Walking in the front was Yang Qihua, the first actress wearing plain clothes and pretty face, who was sad.
Queen Yang, who had just risen but had the highest traffic, did not have many actions or actions, but still gathered the eyes of everyone in the audience.
"Carry the coffin!"
With the command of the master, the hearse opened.
Eight black men put on black hats and white gloves, then carried out a pair of coffins.
The coffin is thick and heavy, with dragons and phoenixes inlaid with silver wire, gold foil and fine diamonds.
Extremely bright and brilliant.
At the same time, the salute sounded again, and the sky was filled with paper flowers.
"ah--"
"Ninety-nine bunches of Lingxiao flowers that soar in the sky!"
"Ninety-nine bouquets of wreath made by Master Saint Hand!"
"Ninety-nine Royal Three Thousand Mile Salutes!"
"Rolls-Royce Limited Edition Special hearse!"
"The nine-star nanmu in Liuzhou has been collected for a hundred years!"
"The eight top black men in the world carry coffins!"
"This...this...this...this funeral is too luxurious and classy, with an ordinary person's ceiling."
"I'm afraid there is no such luxury when the governor dies. Queen Yang is really rich and powerful!"
Seeing this scene, the relatives and friends of the Shen family were all stunned.
They lived for so long and saw such a grand, luxurious and solemn funeral scene for the first time.
At this moment, they wished they were lying in the coffin.
Several young people wanted to take out their phones to take pictures, but found that the phone had been confiscated by Zhao Xiaoyan and the others.
They regret not bringing more mobile phones, otherwise this scene would definitely attract hundreds of thousands of fans.
The four girls of Chen Hua also bit their lips slightly, and their pretty face felt a hint of melancholy and sadness.
In their hearts, Chen Chuge lived a wonderful life than Old Lady Yang, and his status was higher than that of the queen, but the funeral was very different.
Ye Fan saw their sadness and grabbed their palms with a smile: "Don't worry, Chu Ge will be more glorious."
The four girls' eyes lit up slightly.
When Shen's relatives and friends were shocked, Zhao Xiaoyan also opened her mouth:
"Why did Miss Yang and the others come here ten minutes in advance? I thought they would enter the park on time only at twelve."
"It's over. I've been delayed by these penis. I really shouldn't have given them a deadline. If I throw it out, it won't be a mess now."
"These crooked melons and jujubes have killed people."
"I tell you, from now on, you all shut up and make ostrichs for me."
"Whether it is an eighty-year-old lady or a three-year-old child, I will not make any sound with my tails."
"If you make trouble and cause media writing, or make Tian Hou and the others angry, I, Zhao Xiaoyan, promise to make you regret it for the rest of your life."
"Although I am just a follower of the queen, I'm more than enough to clean up all these penies."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that my brother is the second-person of the Crazy Eagle Group. He knows best how to kill you trash."
Zhao Xiaoyan viciously threatened Chen Hua, Ye Fan and others, and did not forget to show off his identity and put pressure on him.
"ah--"
When the Shen family heard that Zhao Xiaoyan had an affair with the Kuangying Group, their relatives and friends were even more trembling and dared not speak too much.
Gongsun Qian raised her head and looked at Zhao Xiaoyan.
She didn't expect that this agent was related to the Kuangying Group and the person she knew was not low.
Ye Fan was also interested: "Your brother is the second person in the Crazy Eagle Group?"
Zhao Xiaoyan raised her chin: "That's right, my brother is a senior executive of the Kuangying Group. He is known as the scar of the crying kid in Guijianchou. Are you afraid?"
Ye Fan smiled: "It turned out to be him, the dog beside Chen Jingbing, the dog with little life."
Zhao Xiaoyan narrowed her eyes: "Dog thing, do you actually know Brother Bing?"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Of course I know him. I interrupted his fingers and both hands."
Zhao Xiaoyan was shocked: "What? Did you interrupt Brother Bing's hands?"
Then she was furious again: "Dog guy, you are a trash. You are a wheelchair waste. Use a hammer to break Brother Bing's hands!"
"Don't think that if we search for Brother Bing's name online and use it to bluff and scare us, we will be afraid of you."
"I tell you, a waste like you, let alone interrupting Brother Bing's hands, there is no chance to interrupt Brother Bing's two hairs."
"You should thank the Queen of Heaven for coming here in advance, otherwise I would yell at you just now, and I would cut off your hands for Brother Bing."
Zhao Xiaoyan snorted coldly: "But this account, when the funeral is over, I will still make good calculations with you."
For some reason, when Zhao Xiaoyan saw Ye Fan's indifferent and disdainful expression, she wanted to slap him twice and then use her high heels to slap Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "This account should be calculated."
Zhao Xiaoyan thought Ye Fan was afraid and smiled contemptuously:
"Dog guy, are you scared? If you are afraid, get out of here."
She waved her hand to her companion: "Cover all these hanging silks, don't let the queen and the guests see it."
She really wanted to beat Ye Fan and others to clear the scene, but now she couldn't drive out these dozens of people.
There is only one way to come. Once she drove Ye Fan and others, she would definitely be seen by the queen and guests. If she accidentally did, she would be made into a big fuss.
A dozen companions immediately dispersed with a rush, took a row of wreaths and tried to block Ye Fan and the others.
But they tried their best to block Ye Fan, but they still attracted the attention of the Yang family guests.
There is no way. Compared with all the Rolls-Royce and white flowers in the suit, the shabby and sorrow of the Shen family's relatives and friends is too eye-catching.
The clothes that cost dozens or hundreds of yuan, as well as the cheap paper flowers and chrysanthemums, are too abrupt and out of place in the Yang family's team.
Many guests shook their heads slightly and showed sarcasm.
I don’t choose an ordinary day for burial. I am buried in the same cemetery as Mrs. Yang on the same day. What’s wrong with me?
Yang Qihua also saw Ye Fan and others, and glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhao Xiaoyan suddenly touched the corner of her mouth, sweat oozed out of her forehead, feeling the truth about Yang Tianhou.
"The auspicious time has come, Old Lady Yang has been buried."
At this time, the voice of the Yang family host resounded again: "The farewell ceremony begins, please ask Miss Yang to lead the family to spread soil..."
Yang Qihua's pretty face turned dim, and then he led a group of Yang's nephews to step forward three steps.
They reached out and grabbed a handful of soil...
Ye Fan took out his cell phone to check the time, then looked at the four girls of Chen Hua and smiled: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and Chu Ge should be buried..."
"What kind of burial is buried?"
Before Chen Hua and the others could respond, Zhao Xiaoyan's pretty face sank:
"Don't you understand human words? Let you stay calm and don't move, just stay calm and don't move!"
"Before the funeral of Old Lady Yang, you are not allowed to touch a handful of dirt."
Zhao Xiaoyan threatened: "I'll make trouble for me and I'll let you go with it."
Gongsun Qian laughed angrily: "For your funeral, we will not let our deceased rest in peace, are you still reasonable?"
"It's the truth to have money!"
Zhao Xiaoyan glared at Gongsun Qian in a fierce manner: "A group of penis tell us fairness and reasoning. Are there any qualifications and capital?"
"Also, a little bully made a funeral, just dig a place to bury it, and make people laugh so much."
"I warn you not to make trouble, otherwise I will interrupt your hand."
She shouted softly: "Even the people buried inside, I will dig out the bones and stir up ashes."
"Bang!"
This time, Ye Fan did not talk nonsense anymore and raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xiaoyan on the cheek.
It was crisp and loud, and strong, Zhao Xiaoyan screamed and fell straight and flew out.
She knocked over two companions and fell heavily to the ground.
She got up and covered her face and roared forward: "Dog thing, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you..."
"Bang!"
Ye Fan slapped Zhao Xiaoyan again, and his voice resounded throughout the audience:
"Chu Ge's funeral, I start whenever I want, and I can do it as long as I want."
"You, an agent, are not qualified to point fingers at us."
Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped his hands: "If you didn't want to kill someone today, you've all your heads fall to the ground now."
Zhao Xiaoyan was very angry: "Bastard, you slapped me twice, and you can't save both hands."
Ye Fan turned his head slightly: "Sister Qian, write it down for me. After moving the grave, I will remind me to break her hands!"
Gongsun Qian glanced at Zhao Xiaoyan: "Okay!"
Ye Fan then turned his wheelchair and walked forward a few steps:
"The ceremony of Chen Chuge's grave relocation of the Shen family has officially begun!"