There were a lot of cars on the road, and a group of motorcycles whizzed by.
Suit Lin also looked out the window. He pointed at the convoy passing us and introduced:
"Did you see that the convoy that just passed by is all Huang Abo's cronies in Guancheng. They drove here. It seems that they have just arrived..."
As I listened, I couldn't help but sigh.
In Guancheng, Huang Abo is definitely a very important figure.
He never imagined that his funeral would become a stepping stone for his little wife to deliberately ascend to power.
At the parking lot halfway up the mountain, everyone got off the car.
The boy in the suit went to the back to get the wreath, and a group of us just walked to the steps.
I saw two teams of bodyguards wearing black shirts and short sleeves, standing solemnly on both sides.
When a manager saw us coming, he immediately stepped forward, raised his hand, and said seriously:
"Everyone, excuse me. Thank you all for coming to see Uncle Huang off for the last time. But there are too many people coming and going today, most of them are people from all walks of life. They may also have grievances with each other. In order to prevent accidents and disturb Uncle Huang, my sister-in-law said, today
Everyone who comes will be searched. If you have weapons, we will keep them temporarily. After the funeral, we will return them to you..."
I'm not afraid of them searching me. If I let them search me, they wouldn't be able to find my playing cards and knife.
Several men and women were searched separately.
At this time, Xiaoduo had already disappeared.
When the mute was found, the bodyguard touched the mute's lower back and immediately asked warily:
"Sir, I'm sorry, what is this?"
The mute didn't say anything, and pulled out the sickle with a "swish" sound.
The bodyguard pointed to a box next to him and said:
"Please put the weapons there for now, we will return them when we come down the mountain..."
The mute was not happy. He held the sickle and made a harvesting gesture in mid-air.ъìＱＱＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ
"You, you, your family is responsible for this. This is called a weapon? This is a fucking sickle to cut, cut, cut wheat. This is called a farm tool..."
In one sentence, the bodyguard didn't know how to respond.
The mute then muttered to himself:
"Only, just, I can cut, cut, cut my neck by the way, that's all..."
As he said that, the mute looked at me.
I nodded towards the box, and then the mute put the sickle inside.
Zou Xiaoxian has been preparing for today for so long.
Even if we go up with a knife, it will definitely be of no use.
I'm still very clear about this.
Climb the steps and enter the funeral parlor.
Sometimes, having money makes things easier.
The funeral parlor is divided into two floors, the front and back. Unexpectedly, Zou Xiaoxian actually took over the entire back floor.
From the road paved with rain flower stones to both sides of the door.
There are bodyguards everywhere in suits and leather shoes, with solemn expressions and black cloth tied on their arms.
Watching this battle, Lao Hei whispered beside me.
"Hey, even if you don't have money, you have to queue up behind the rich even for cremation. My grandma often said that if your life is not good, you can't afford to die. I didn't believe it before, but now I see it is really like this..."
Lao Hei comes from a poor family, so this sentiment is naturally normal.
After entering the funeral parlor, there were also many people standing on both sides.
On the opposite side, there is a red solid wood coffin.
Behind the coffin, there is a black and white photo of Uncle Huang.
At this moment, Zou Xiaoxian has a filial piety cloth on her scalp and a filial piety belt on her waist.
He was kneeling aside, lowering his head, sobbing slightly.
Before I could look any further, I heard the steward yell:
"We have guests arriving!"
Our group was divided into front and back, and stood solemnly in front of the coffin.
"Bow once, bow twice, family members respond..."
After bowing a few times, I looked up.
I saw several rows of seats placed next to the coffin.
The ranking is not big, but I can see it clearly.
There were black and white photos posted on it. When I saw the first one, I sighed in my heart.
The person in the photo turned out to be Mr. Zou, Zou Xiaoxian’s father.
The first tablet placed at the back has no name or photo on it.
The photo on the next tablet shows a thin face and a pair of sinister eyes.
This photo turned out to be of the second eldest son of the Zou family, Zou Tiancheng.
The tablet placed at the end was actually that of Zou Xiaoxian herself.
Looking at these tablets, I felt sad.
It seems that Zou Xiaoxian is going to do something big today.
They actually moved out all the memorial tablets belonging to the whole family.
As for our appearance, Zou Xiaoxian didn't express anything.
He bowed and walked to Zou Xiaoxian.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and the moment she looked at me, her eyes became cold.
"Mrs. Huang, please express your condolences!"
I bowed slightly and said softly.
Zou Xiaoxian raised the corners of her mouth and sneered disdainfully.
"You also express my condolences. Yes, I'm afraid I won't have time and won't be able to tell you in person. I'll tell you in advance..."
I know that Zou Xiaoxian is referring to Su Mei.
I didn't say anything more, but someone else arrived at the door.
Zou Xiaoxian ignored us and knelt beside the coffin again.
A group of us stepped aside. Lin in a suit looked at Zou Xiaoxian infatuatedly and muttered:
"This is the first time I discovered that someone actually wears mourning clothes and looks so beautiful..."
I glanced sideways at Xixi Lin, but Mr. Hong said nonchalantly:
"You don't understand, it's never the wallet that determines what clothes a woman looks good on, but her figure..."
As he said this, Mr. Hong felt something was wrong. He turned to look at Lin Xixi, frowned and said:
"You are so fucking perverted. In this situation, you would actually think of such a thing in your mind..."
Suit Lin laughed dryly, the mute tugged on his chest hair, and then said:
"This, this, this kind of thing is okay to think about. But you can't say it, say it out loud..."