What the Jiang family in Beiping didn't know was that the inheritance war of FJ's Sun family, who were thousands of miles away, had officially begun, and it was in full swing, tearing the bloody wind and rain.

At 10 o'clock in the morning on March 17, Jiang Feng was absentmindedly doing his own work in the back kitchen, while peeking at the old man who was making a boxed lunch, always ready to send food to the hospital.

The back kitchen basically can't hear the sound of talking, only the rumble of the machine and the sound of the smoking machine, which seems very quiet in the noise, and there is a bit of silence and embarrassment in the quiet.

"Jiang Feng. ”

Just when Jiang Feng was blatantly peeking at the luxurious lunch box that the old man had prepared for Director Zhong, Ji Yue had already rushed in front of him, still holding the mobile phone that was maintaining the call state in his hand.

"Sun Jikai's phone, looking for you. Ji Yue sent the mobile phone to Jiang Feng, and Wu Minqi immediately looked at Jiang Feng.

"Hey. Jiang Feng took the phone.

"Hey, I'm Sun Jikai. Sun Jikai said, his voice was very steady and he couldn't hear any fluctuations, "My grandfather's funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, although the time is very hasty, you are far away from us, but I still hope that you and Grandpa Jiang can come to attend, and I will help you arrange accommodation." ”

"Okay, my grandfather and I will definitely go. I'll see if I have a ticket for today, and if there is, my grandfather and I will go today. Jiang Feng said.

"Thank you, I should have informed you yesterday, but there are some things on my side that have delayed the specific matters, and they have only been finalized today, and I will send you the specific time and place on WeChat later. Sun Jikai explained.

For some reason, Jiang Feng felt that the background sound on Sun Jikai's side seemed to be two people arguing, or it could be one person scolding people unilaterally. He could clearly hear a shrill female voice yelling in a dialect he didn't understand, not very well-invoiced.

"By the way, how is your third grandfather doing now, is he feeling better?" asked Sun Jikai.

"I recovered well, and I guess I will be able to get out of bed and move the day after tomorrow. Even though Sun Jikai couldn't see his expression at all, Jiang Feng still subconsciously showed a smile.

"That's good. Sun Jikai said politely, and had the meaning of hanging up the phone, "I have other things here, don't say it in advance, hang up." ”

"Hmm. After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he felt that he should say something comforting, after all, Sun Jikai had just experienced the sad blow of the death of his loved one.

"Condolences. ”

End of call.

"How is it?" Ji Yue and Wu Minqi said in unison.

"Grandpa Sun's funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Jiang Feng said succinctly, "Qiqi, you call your mother at noon to confirm whether Sun Jikai has notified your family, if you are sure that you go, we will book the ticket at noon, it is best to go today to avoid rushing." ”

Wu Minqi nodded: "I'll call my mother at noon." ”

"Hey. Ji Yue sighed.

Although she has a good relationship with Sun Jikai, she has no intersection with Sun Guanyun at all, and it is impossible for her to attend Sun Guanyun's funeral. All she could do was send a pale and weak sentence or two through WeChat, and even some old-fashioned comforting words without an echo.

In addition, her writing is not good, and her words seem even more pale - but it can be seen that it is original, after all, if you can't search for it so badly on the Internet, no one will copy it if you search it out.

"If you are sure of the time, remember to tell me, Xia Xia wants to make a peach cake for you to help bring over. Ji Yue said.

"Peach Cake?" Jiang Feng looked puzzled, unable to think of what Peach Cake had to do with this matter.

Xia Xia didn't know what article I read on the WeChat public account a few days ago, saying that sweets can make people feel happy, maybe it was an advertisement for a dessert shop. Xia Xia was convinced, so she wanted to make a peach cake for you to help bring over, even if it was her heart. Ji Yue said.

"Have Xia Xia and Sun Jikai met?" Jiang Feng felt that his memory might have been wrong, he didn't remember any intersection between Ji Xia and Sun Jikai at all.

"Yes. Ji Yue said with an affirmative expression, "Xia Xia told me last night. Didn't she run away from home and go to work in a textile factory on Sun Jikai's side? Sun Jikai helped to arrest the people together, because he caught them in the morning, and he also bought two beef buns for Xia Xia. ”

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that the friendship between the two beef buns.

On the other side, after Sun Jikai finished calling one by one at home, he had the time to go downstairs to see his biological parents who were already arguing downstairs.

This matter is also a rare thing in their family, after all, who has a good relationship with the Sun family does not know that Sun Changping (Sun Jikai's father) has a good personality and loves his wife, and he will not quarrel with anyone, let alone his wife.

To put it nicely, Sun Changping has a good temper and a soft temperament, and to put it badly, he is an angry bag without opinions.

Sun Jikai rubbed his temples with a headache, tried to restrain his desire to rush downstairs and yell at the two of them to get out, and slowly walked downstairs, suppressing the irritability and anger in his heart as he walked.

Since the day Sun Guanyun died, the Sun family has not stopped.

Even if Sun Guanyun's will has not been announced by the lawyer, Sun Jikai feels that the company and Jubaolou are already in the bag, and he can't wait to start a drastic transfer and layoff on the first day, replace all the people in Sun Changning (Sun Jikai's second uncle), and then install his own henchmen.

But she doesn't want to think about it, where does she, a person who only spends money on weekdays and tears up over trivial things from time to time, have henchmen.

Typical good days, however, you have to live your life as a brain-dead business war drama.

Sun Jikai walked to the living room.

The living room was in a mess, all kinds of debris were scattered on the ground, and the shelves, bottles, and baskets had also fallen a lot, and it was obvious that the battle was raging.

Sun Jikai's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to beat someone.

She looked at her real parents.

Sun Changping sat on the sofa, his face very gloomy. His mother stood in front of Sun Changping, like a victorious rooster.

"No, I can't. Sun Changping said.

"Why can't you!" Sun Jikai's voice was a little hoarse - this is normal, it's no wonder that he hasn't been dumb after arguing for almost an hour.

"Sun Changping, who am I working so hard for? Isn't it all for you, for our son! If it weren't for the fact that you haven't cultivated a few capable subordinates in the company for so many years, would I be like this? Xiaowei, what's wrong with him, he is also a graduate of management and our nephew, and now no one asks him to help first, what's wrong?"

"That Qian Lin is Sun Changning's person at all, how can this kind of person be the manager of Jubaolou, isn't this sending his own things into his Sun Changning's mouth? Do you know how many people Sun Changning has contacted now? If you don't hurry, it will be too late!" Sun Jikai is vibrating.

"I can't say no, it's not okay!" Sun Changping suddenly roared, not only Sun Jikai, but even Sun Jikai was startled.

"Most of the funeral tomorrow is in charge of him, and he is not allowed to change it!"

"Lin Cuihua, let me tell you, you are not allowed to do anything now! Don't even think about anything else before my father's funeral is over, if you don't want to, let's divorce now." After saying that, Sun Changping didn't care about the mess of this place, and went upstairs angrily.

Lin Cuihua also angrily picked up her bag and slammed the door out, as if Sun Jikai standing in the living room was an invisible person.

Looking at the tragic situation in the living room, Sun Jikai could only take out his mobile phone and call the housekeeping company to come to deal with it, and it was too difficult for her to let the cleaning aunt clean up such a living room.

Sun Jikai sat in the living room and suddenly remembered what their family looked like when they were children.

At that time, the Sun family was certainly rich, but it was only ordinary rich, there was no listed company, only a treasure building, and it was not as rich as it is now.

The love story of his parents was also talked about for a while, the young owner of Jubaolou fell in love with the waiter in the store, a rich man and a poor woman, an ordinary prince fell in love with an ordinary Cinderella, and a little change can make an idol drama in which a domineering president falls in love with me.

Sun Jikai still vaguely remembers that when he was a child, their family and the second uncle's family had a good relationship, the house was not as big as it is now, but the two families often interacted, eating together or traveling together, although it was not as good as the Jiang family, but at least it was not as bad as it is now.

It's a pity.

The story of Cinderella and the prince is a fairy tale after all, or a series, after all, no one knows whether Cinderella will gradually be corrupted into a vicious queen by money and lust after marrying the prince.

He only hoped that the prince would not be like his father, who only quarreled and did nothing.

I have time to quarrel with my wife downstairs and smash the house to the ground, and I don't have time to go up and rummage through the roster to check if there is any omission that has not been notified.

Sun Jikai closed his eyes with a headache and wanted to lie on the sofa for a while, but suddenly remembered a very serious matter, suddenly opened his eyes and began to flip through his phone frantically.

Sun Guanyun asked him to call Sun Maocai for the second time before he died, because he didn't know Sun Maocai's phone number and asked Assistant Wang to send it to him through WeChat, Assistant Wang didn't have Sun Maocai's phone to check the delay for some time, so he called others first.

As a result, there were too many people who sent him WeChat later, and the tearing between his mother and his second uncle came too quickly and suddenly, and he forgot about it.

Sun Maocai doesn't know about it yet!

Sun Jikai was shocked into a cold sweat.