Chen Zongheng stopped slowly, turned around, and said calmly, "My white flower may have fallen."
"Hurry up and bring it with you to attend the farewell banquet of Mr. Huang. How can you not bring white flowers with you?"
The waiter looked a little solemn and handed a white flower to him.
"Remember, bring it with you before entering. Otherwise, if the Huang family finds out, you may be beaten out." The waiter said solemnly.
This sentence is not a threat.
If you attend the farewell banquet of the Second Young Master Huang and do not know the etiquette, then it is disrespectful to the Huang family.
In the current situation, on such an occasion... if you disrespect the Huang family, then... you are asking for death.
"Oh, no problem." Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and quiet, he took the white flowers handed by the waiter, and then walked towards the hotel corridor calmly.
The entire hotel corridor is... covered with white linen.
As far as the eye can see, it is white.
There are paper-carved golden palaces, paper slaves, horse-drawn carriages... mansions... all the items that should be buried with death.
Such a funeral scene is truly magnificent.
Chen Zongheng walked through the corridor and came to the door of the tofu banquet hall.
At this time, the entire banquet hall was already filled with guests, and there was an endless stream of guests.
Chen Zongheng gently spread his right hand, and the white flower in his hand instantly turned into powder and blew to the ground.
How could he wear a white flower for a mere Daoist prince?
On his shoulders, he carries something more honorable. It cannot be touched unless it is the great cause of the territory and Jiuzhou Guangmu!
He polished his leather shoes, stepped on the white powder on the ground, and just... walked into the banquet hall.
Looking around, Chen Zongheng glanced around the banquet hall, then slowly walked to an empty dining table in the corner and took a seat.
According to regulations, the seating order of the table must be reserved in advance.
However, Chen Zongheng came uninvited and didn't care about this.
I randomly found an empty table and sat down.
…
At the same time, outside the Peace Hotel, a nanny car drove slowly through the rain.
The car stopped.
Host Zhou Ruotong stepped out of the nanny car helplessly.
She was wearing a white dress, her long black hair was tied up, her pretty face was delicate, and she seemed to have no makeup.
Wearing high heels, she walked into the Peace Hotel.
She was invited to attend the funeral of Mr. Huang.
Although, I really don’t want to in my heart.
However, the Huang family is extremely powerful. As a well-known local host in Shanghai, she can't shirk it at all.
Moreover, there are also requests from the leaders of Dongjia TV Station behind the scenes.
She simply couldn't refuse.
"Ruotong, don't put on such a face. If the Huang family sees it, I'm afraid it won't be good. You should be more natural and smile, okay?" Manager Sister Huang reminded her carefully from the side.
Zhou Ruotong was really helpless.
"Okay, Sister Huang, I understand." After saying that, she reluctantly walked into the hotel on her high heels.
…
At the same time, in the huge banquet hall of the hotel.
There was a huge flow of people and constant chatter.
Chen Zongheng was wearing a white shirt and was sitting neatly at the dining table in the corner, which did not arouse the suspicion of the people around him.
He lit a cigarette and looked around quietly with his eyes.
The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming... seems not to be at the scene?
He glanced over and saw no sign of Huang Zhengming.
"Um, you seem to be sitting in my seat?" Suddenly, a magnetic voice floated from behind.
Chen Zongheng was stunned, turned his head slightly, and saw a beautiful figure in a white dress.
Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes looked puzzled at the man occupying his seat.
"Maybe they forgot to put my name in the queue, don't mind, let's go together?" Chen Zongheng said with a slight curvature, which was considered friendly.
"Oh, okay." Zhou Ruotong didn't mind. Anyway, he was forced to come to this dinner.
She didn't want to participate in the first place, so there was nothing wrong with being alone.
So, she gently picked up the skirt of her dress and sat on the seat next to Chen Zongheng.
A few minutes later, several more guests in neat suits found the dining table in the corner and took their seats.
Obviously, those who came to the tofu banquet today are all celebrities.
The small dining table in the corner was instantly filled with guests.
However, due to the addition of Chen Zongheng, the location seemed a bit crowded.
In front of the dining table, several guests were chatting with each other. Some took the opportunity to flatter the Huang family, while others lamented that the second young master Huang died at an early age, and God was not kind...
Then, several people chatted about the gifts given at the banquet.
"Second Young Master Huang passed away at an early age. I, Ding, felt sorry for him, so I gave him a gift of jade of everlasting quality and glass species. I hope that Second Young Master Huang can patchwork blue clouds under the spring."
"I have always been on good terms with the Huang family. Now... the second young master passed away early, and the sky has no eyes, so... I specially present a pair of Ming Dynasty night pearls that have been treasured for a hundred years..."
At the dinner table, the guests exchanged remarks, and everyone knew that they were trying to flatter each other.
Zhou Ruotong sat aside and frowned slightly when he heard this.
A... evil young master who committed many evil deeds... passed away, and there were so many guests paying homage to him?
This is too ridiculous.
In the entire Jiangnan City, who doesn't know about the evil deeds that Huang Ergong has done?
But at this moment, all the guests...are still expressing regret and remembrance?
The atmosphere in this city... is simply outrageous and disgusting.
However, Zhou Ruotong glanced around and suddenly discovered that the young man in a white shirt beside him was not talking to anyone.
He just sat there indifferently, and Zhou Ruotong and Zhou Ruotong seemed to be the most out of place in the banquet hall.
"Hey, what's your relationship with the Huang family?" Out of curiosity, Zhou Ruotong leaned closer and asked.
Chen Zongheng was stunned for a moment and took a deep breath from the cigarette ring.
"Enemy." He only said two words.
"Ah?" Zhou Ruotong was stunned.
"My enemy, are you still here to eat?" Her beautiful eyes became even more confused and strange as she looked at the young man beside her.
"Why not?" Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark and he sat calmly at the dining table.
"Everything must be done from beginning to end, and when it is given to others, it must be sent to the West."
What he was referring to was, of course...Huang Honghui.
Huang Honghui was the one who killed him. Since he killed someone... then naturally, he had to send someone on his last journey. Send the Buddha to the West and the corpse to hell.
However, Zhou Ruotong on the side was confused and confused.
And, at the same time.
The crowd in the banquet hall suddenly began to boil.
I saw an old man in white robe walking slowly...from the gate.
He is vigorous and full of strength.
He has a deep aura, like a real dragon.
Huang Zhong, the housekeeper of the Huang family, arrived.
"Senior Huang is here."
"Xiaosheng, Zhou Jian of the Zhou family, meet Senior Huang!"
"Wang Deshan of the Wang family has met Senior Huang."
With the appearance of Huang Zhong, all the guests in the banquet hall came forward respectfully and scrambled to salute!
This is an existence that is inferior to one person in the Huang family and superior to ten thousand people.
The Huang family and Huang Zhong are extremely powerful.
Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he is... extremely powerful and holds great power in the south of the Yangtze River.
This is a true tycoon.
Huang Zhong looked around with calm and deep eyes, and then stepped onto the stage in front of the banquet hall step by step.
"Everyone, today, my second son, is having his last farewell banquet. Thank you for being here."
"Today, I, on behalf of Master Huang Zhengming, would like to express my gratitude to all of you for coming here to see me off." Huang Zhong said slowly with a hoarse and dignified voice.
Today, the head of the family, Huang Zhengming, was not present in person, nor did he attend the banquet.
Everything is hosted by Huang Zhong.
Hearing Butler Huang's words, all the guests present were shocked and confused?
This, the second young master’s tofu banquet...the head of the Huang family did not attend?
How is this going?
People have speculated...but they don't know the reason.
"Birth, old age, illness and death are all sorrowful with the sky. With all the guests present to see you off, the second young master will definitely have a good journey under the underworld." Huang Zhong's eyes were deep and his voice was lonely.
Today, after all, was a farewell party for the dead. His heart was filled with mourning and his words were solemn.
After the opening remarks, Huang Zhong walked off the stage and began to take his seats.
On the stage, a group of Taoist masters invited from Wutai Mountain began to play Erhu music to give the deceased a final farewell.
Accompanied by the leisurely and melancholy erhu music, this tofu feast finally started.
The waiters brought plates of sumptuous and sumptuous dishes to the table.