In front of the Jiangbei Branch of Xuanwu Group, the atmosphere was solemn and solemn. The entire road was closed. The roadside was full of high-end black cars. As far as the eye could see, there were staff wearing black suits with white flowers on their chests, holding walkie-talkies to command and dispatch.
Behind the vehicle, several cameras were set up at vantage points, with photographers wearing vests and reporters holding microphones whispering.
Most of Chen Runing's friends during his lifetime have arrived. Most of these people are elites in the business world. Even the five-star hotels in Jiangbei City have been full these days. Now these people are upstairs, and their drivers and bodyguards are also here.
They all put on black formal clothes and leaned against the car, smoking and chatting.
A black Bentley drove slowly, with a huge portrait of Chen Runing on the front of the car, surrounded by black gauze, which made it particularly solemn and solemn. A stretched Mercedes-Benz followed closely behind. The staff picked up the intercom and said: "The car has arrived.
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The door of the company opened, and a group of well-dressed people surrounded Mai Kangmei, Chen Xuanwu, mother and son as they came out. The reporters who had been waiting at the door immediately swarmed up. The microphones were stretched out like a forest. Before they could get closer, Chen Xuanwu was stopped by the staff.
Wearing a slim-fitting black suit, he helped his mother down the stairs. When he saw so many ignorant reporters, he became furious and was about to step forward to scold him when Mu Lianheng stopped him. He stepped forward and explained to the reporters in a low voice.
After a few words, the reporters cooperated and put away their long guns and short guns.
The driver opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz S600. Mai Kangmei calmed down and bent down to sit in the car. The round beads of black Mibiki pearls exuded a dull black light on her well-maintained neck skin. Chen
Xuanwu also sat in. Mu Lianheng helped them close the car door, walked to the front and sat next to the Bentley, and other relatives and friends also got on the car. The motorcade started slowly, and two rows of staff trotted beside the motorcade.
We boarded several Hummers and drove out first.
After the funeral convoy, consisting entirely of black high-end cars, left the Jiangbei Branch Building of Xuanwu Group, reporters from various media also put away their equipment, got into their cars and followed.
Today is Saturday, and there is not much traffic on the street. At a T-intersection, a Hummer rushed up and braked suddenly, crossing the intersection and blocking all the vehicles. Several private car owners lowered their windows angrily to question, and the Hummer got on
A few strong men with big shoulders and round waists jumped out, with cold eyebrows and a cold look on their faces. The private car owners suddenly stopped and retreated without uttering a word.
Then everyone saw a huge car queue, all composed of black high-end luxury cars. Even the BMW 7 Series and Mercedes-Benz S-Class were too embarrassed to participate. The car at the beginning was even more awesome, it was a Bentley sedan from the provincial capital.
The license plate, with four 8's on it, was extremely eye-catching. A huge photo showed the heroic remains of Chen Runing, chairman of the Xuanwu Group's board of directors. The cars following behind were playing sad music. All the vehicles were flashing double, one after another, slowly.
Passing slowly through the intersection, it seems to be endless.
"mlgbd, you have to torture people even if you die." The onlookers cursed in low voices.
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Wei Shumin's funeral convoy has entered the city center. Some vehicles left, but more vehicles joined in, forming a spectacular long queue, marching slowly on the driveway. Some elderly people who had gotten up for morning exercises also joined the funeral procession.
After arriving, they stood on the roadside, took off their hats and watched the motorcade silently, seeing off Wei Shumin in their own way.
Baina sat in the cab of the truck. Regardless of the severe cold weather, she opened the window and clicked the shutter with her SLR camera to record the touching scenes. The whole road was filled with people carrying out spontaneous funerals.
, private cars, taxis, motorcycles, bicycles, Wei Shumin's deeds seem to have penetrated into thousands of households and into the hearts of every Jiangbei person. At this special moment, everyone unanimously expressed their respect to Mr. Wei
.
Suddenly, traffic control was implemented at the intersection ahead, and the long red light blocked all vehicles from east to west. The traffic flow in the north and south directions gradually became thinner, but the red light was still on, and two police motorcycles were speeding.
He came, stopped on both sides of the intersection, stretched out his hand and made a no-passing gesture.
Liu Ziguang was about to get out of the car to ask, when suddenly there was the sound of mourning in the distance, and a police car opened the way in front, followed by a Bentley carrying a portrait of Chen Runing, and behind it was a long line of black cars, also with double flashers.
Come slowly.
The funeral convoy of the Xuanwu Group slowly passed through the intersection in full view of everyone, and the procession seemed to be endless. The accompanying photographers leaned out of the sunroof of the car and clicked the shutter.
Liu Ziguang was furious, but he didn't want to cause trouble on this day, so he honked the horn. Someone immediately responded, and the whistles rang out. Finally, all the cars on the road were honking for a long time, and the sound resounded through the sky.
It was so deafening that the traffic police couldn't control it even if they wanted to, so they had no choice but to shake their heads and pretend not to hear.
In the car behind, the chairman of the labor union of Hongqi Factory saw the momentum of the Chen family's funeral convoy, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "The Xuanwu Group is really more arrogant than others, even if they want to die."
When Lu Tianming heard this, he suddenly felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
Although the sound insulation effect of the Mercedes-Benz was very good, I still heard the noise outside. Mai Kangmei asked her son: "Xiao Wu, what are they doing?"
"Maybe it was arranged by Mu Lianheng. Didn't they also blow the whistle in mourning on May 12?" Chen Xuanwu guessed.
"Xiao Mu is very capable, you should use him more in the future." Mai Kangmei said.
"Of course."
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After leaving the downtown area, the road became wider. The Xuanwu Group's funeral convoy accelerated slightly, and suddenly a group of wheeled armored vehicles painted in military green drove out from the diagonal, blocking the way.
The Bentley was forced to stop, and the Humvee in charge of security immediately drove up from behind. Several young men with short hair jumped out of the car, kicked the huge tires of the armored vehicle, and shouted: "Which unit are you from?"
No one paid attention to them. The armored vehicles had rough skin and thick flesh. Not to mention kicking twice, even automatic rifle fire could not penetrate the armored steel plates. The crew-cut young men had no choice but to call the police. The police learned that there was an army armored vehicle blocking the road.
They immediately said that they didn't care about this matter. Although the crew-cut youths were always arrogant, Jiangbei was not their home field after all, and the opponent was a soldier with a tougher background, so they had no choice but to swallow this tone.
A few minutes later, another funeral convoy appeared, passing in front of everyone in the Xuanwu Group like a mighty dragon. For one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, the Xuanwu drivers couldn't help but get out of the car and watch.
Fifteen minutes later, this huge funeral convoy, composed of all kinds of social vehicles, finally came to an end. There were no less than a thousand cars in total, all passing by at a constant speed with double flashers. This magnificence made the well-traveled driver
They were all amazed.
It wasn't until no more convoys with double flashes passed by that the armored vehicles started up and drove off. Mai Kangmei, who had been waiting anxiously, asked people to ask whose convoy it was. After asking around, no one knew the answer.
"These Jiangbei guys." Mai Kangmei said bitterly.
The funeral convoy finally arrived at the Jiangbei Funeral Home. The crematorium and the cemetery are connected together. They are both high-efficiency and efficient units under the Civil Affairs Bureau. The funeral home is built against the mountain and is magnificent. All the buildings are made of antique-style buildings with golden glazed tiles.
Chen Runing's body was placed in Hall No. 1. The memorial ceremony started on time. The specially invited emcee recited the glorious history of Mr. Chen's life amidst the sounds of mourning music. Then relatives and friends spoke. The first person to take the stage was Chen Runing's business partner.
, a certain heavyweight in Jiangdong Shopping Mall. When he took out the manuscript and read it in tears, Mu Lianheng raised his wrist and looked at it with some irritation.
According to the pre-arranged plan, several important leaders in the city should be present, but so far, not even a decent leader has come, only a few deputy director-level little shrimps have arrived, which does not reflect Mr. Chen's status at all.
Come.
Mu Lianheng quietly winked at Yin Zhijian, and then the two of them walked out of the hall one after another.
"What happened? None of the city leaders arrived?" Mu Lianheng asked bluntly.
Yin Zhijian was slightly unhappy. Mu Lianheng was only a senior assistant, while he was at the level of vice president. Before Chen Runing was alive, this assistant Mu had a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority and did not dare to make mistakes. Now the bones of his old employer are still cold, and the crown prince has not officially ascended the throne.
, Mu Lianheng seemed to regard himself as a hero of Conglong and did not take these superiors seriously.
But Mr. Yin, who was extremely well-educated, did not know him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I have said hello to Minister Yin. Others dare not tell her, but she will definitely come."
As soon as he finished speaking, several Audi A6s drove up from the foot of the mountain. They did not drive into the parking lot, but drove directly to the vicinity of the funeral parlor. Those who got out of the cars were Hu Yuejin, the mayor of Jiangbei City, and Deputy City Manager Sun, who is in charge of industry.
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"Why is he here?" Mu Lianheng was wondering when he saw Mayor Hu and others walking into Hall No. 2 in the distance, accompanied by the staff of the funeral home, without even looking here.
"It seems that Wei Shumin from Hongqi Factory is holding a memorial ceremony." Mu Lianheng glanced at it from a distance and said thoughtfully.
Yin Zhijian realized that something seemed amiss, so he quickly picked up his cell phone and dialed his aunt Yin Weihong's number.
"Zhijian, there is a sudden emergency in the province. I can't attend Mr. Chen's memorial service. Help me say hello to Mr. Chen's family. That's it. I'm still in the meeting. I'll hang up now."
Over there, Mu Lianheng was also calling Secretary Qin. The secretary's cell phone was turned off, but the secretary's phone number was connected, and the answer he got was the same. Secretary Qin was holding a very important and urgent meeting in the provincial capital, so he could not attend Chen's meeting.
A total memorial service.
Mu Lianheng knew well that since Secretary Qin couldn't come, no one else would come. He quickly returned to the hall, whispered a few words to the host, deleted the arrangement of the leader's speech, and went directly to the farewell ceremony.
program.
Chen Runing's body in a suit lay in a crystal coffin. His face was carefully made up and lifelike. Everyone walked past the body one by one and shook hands with his family members after bowing three times. The Chen family is an official businessman, and all the social connections they have are in the officialdom, but the memorial service
The meeting was held in Jiangbei, and many officials from the provincial capital could not come, so only a few dozen relatives and friends could attend.
Chen Xuanwu and Mu Lianheng supported Mai Kangmei and accepted the condolences from relatives and friends. Seeing those people weeping and mourning on the crystal coffin, Mu Lianheng's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible contempt.
It didn't take long to walk around, and the ceremony ended half an hour later. Mai Kangmei walked out of the hall with the help of everyone. When he turned around, he happened to see a sea of people outside Hall No. 2 in the distance. The queue went all the way down the mountain. It was conservatively estimated to be several thousand people.
There is always something.
Mai Kangmei was unhappy that her boss did not attend her husband's funeral. Seeing this scene, she became even more unhappy and asked, "Whose family is holding the funeral?"