Chapter 159

Twenty one.

It was a very ordinary day, but countless Donghai citizens have witnessed a scene they may never forget.

On the street, a hearse takes the lead, and countless vehicles follow behind. The black Audi spreads hundreds of meters long, almost invisible.

Magnificent momentum, amazing scene!

The passers-by stopped in shock, looking at the endless funeral procession, wondering which great figure had died.

Police on both sides of the street vigilance, maintain order, virtually for the dead added a bit more domineering color.

If you can have this kind of ostentation when you die, it's not in vain.

Along the way from Wangjia manor to Lidong funeral home, countless Donghai citizens have almost the same idea.

Lidong funeral home.

As early as yesterday afternoon, this place was under martial law by a group of big men in black. Now, it is difficult for ordinary people to get close to the street in front of Lidong funeral home.

All the shops in the vicinity were closed. The whole funeral home was full of people from inside to outside. There were black suits and black leather clothes, white scarves tied on the right arm, and no one spoke.

The air here seems to solidify, and the atmosphere is extremely depressed.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, under the eyes of countless shock and awe, the hearse slowly drove into the street in front of Lidong funeral home. Thousands of suit men scattered on both sides at the same time, facing the hearse and bowing.

The funeral procession stopped with the hearse, and the street in front of the funeral home was full of cars.

With the sound of the car doors, the mourners from all over the country get off the car one after another. Yongxing takes the helm, and Gu Qingcang helps the coffin with his own hands and strides into the door of the funeral home.

Behind him is a group of high-rise Yongxing, but there is a very eye-catching face mixed inside.

Not only was he not from Yongxing, but it was rumored that Wang had a deep grudge with him before he died.

Yes, Li futu also attended the memorial service, and stood beside Gu Qingcheng under Gu Qingcang's personal arrangement!

Gu Qingcheng, as a young lady of Yongxing, naturally can not be absent, but why does Li futu appear here?

"You shouldn't have come."

Gu Qingcheng, a black dress, whispered.

When all the people died, all the gratitude and resentment would be eliminated. Li futu, also in a solemn black suit, expressed his basic respect for the dead.

"I don't want to come, either, but your grandfather invited me personally. I can't even give up face, can I?"

He smiles and whispers, "don't worry, I won't make trouble. It's over."

The hall had already been arranged. Looking at the picture of Wang Dengfeng in the middle of the huge wreath, Li futu's eyes were calm.

Mournful music sounded, and there were eminent monks chanting sutras.

"Here comes Mr. Liang!"

"Mr. Kong is here!"

"Mr. Shangguan is here!"

"Here comes Mr. Yan!"

……

One by one, the big guys entered the arena one by one, their faces heavy, and they perfumed Wang Dengfeng in turn. As they passed by Li futu, Yan Donglai nodded to him slightly, and Li futu also nodded his head in response. It was not convenient to talk on this occasion.

"Here comes Mr. Tang!"

"Here comes Mr. Feng!"

"Mr. Deng is here!"

……

One by one often appears in the network magazine's face appears unceasingly.

Not to mention other places, most of Donghai's local bigwigs arrived, and the real bigwigs gathered. Through Wang Dengfeng's funeral, Yongxing showed its still strong influence to the outside world.

Looking at Gu Qingcang who is talking with some big men, Li futu's eyes are flashing.

It is worth pondering whether Yongxing's grand funeral for Wang Dengfeng is out of morality or not.

"Here comes Miss Yang!"

"Here comes Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Dong is here!"

"Mr. Qiu is here!"

The announcement did not stop from the beginning to the end, and some of Li futu's acquaintances also appeared.

Yang Yuqing of Yirenfang, Dong Zhiyuan of Shimu prince, Qiu Ze of peerless entertainment, and many young men of gelushan racing car all showed up.

But almost all of them followed their own Laozi, even Dong Zhiyuan.

When they saw Li futu standing with Gu Qingcheng, they were obviously surprised, but they didn't say anything rationally.

"Miss Song is here!"

"Miss Gong is here!"

……

The two figures entered the hall one after the other, and soon attracted everyone's attention.

Song Luo God.

Gong Zhengyu.

One is beautiful in Beijing, the other is awed by Sichuan.

Two amazing women!

Even the big guys present, I'm afraid most of them can't lift their heads in front of them.

When the two girls appeared, the whole hall seemed to become bright in an instant.Li futu's eyes narrowed slightly.

When he met in Pujiang, he knew that he would definitely meet Gong Zhengyu at the memorial service, but he didn't expect that song Luoshen would also appear.

According to Yan Donglai, Wang Dengfeng was obviously forced to die by her, and the other party could still appear at the other party's funeral as if nothing had happened

Sure enough, time is the greatest magician in the world.

"That young man is called song Luoshen. He was born in the Song family. His family has passed on for a hundred years. No one knows how much wealth he has accumulated in the past 100 years. She is the real proud girl of heaven!"

Gu Qingcheng lowered his voice and simply introduced Li futu.

"The woman with a red rope tied on her wrist is Gong Zhengyu, but her uncles like to call her Zhuyeqing. I heard that she is moody. Although she looks like a gentle lady, in fact, she kills people without blinking an eye. Few people dare to provoke her in Sichuan and Sichuan."

Li futu nodded and did not say that he knew each other.

"Thank you all for coming to the funeral. Lao Wang worked hard with me in his early years. Without him, there would be no Yongxing today."

With that, Gu Qingcang bowed deeply to Wang Dengfeng's coffin.

All the people listened quietly, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they looked the same solemn.

"But there are unexpected events in the sky, and people are in danger all the time. Life, old age, and death are predestined and beyond human control. The dead are gone, but Lao Wang's will needs to be inherited!"

Hearing this, the people present seemed to notice something.

"The Warring States club is Lao Wang's painstaking effort. I can't let it be abandoned like this. As the saying goes, the country can't be without a monarch for a day, and the family can't be without a owner for a day. After business, I hereby announce that the Warring States club will be entrusted to Mr. Li futu and Mr. Li will be in charge of the business from now on."

Thunder in silence!

The whole audience was silent for a moment. After all the people were stunned, they immediately looked toward Gu Qingcang's line of sight.

Discussed?

When did the steering discuss with us?

The faces of Yongxing's senior officials were at a loss.

The big guys from other places may not know, but who of the big people in Donghai doesn't know the grudge between Li futu and the Wang family.

This is a call in the face of danger.

Or has it been planned for a long time?

Wang Dengfeng's body is not cold yet.

Looking at Li futu, who was the focus of the audience, Yan Donglai frowned heavily.

In the whole hall, only music and chanting could be heard.

When everyone was stunned, Gong Zhengyu's eyes swayed and clapped first.