Da Chuang ran towards the gate, and at this time, the miners were running out of the compound in a steady stream.

Da Chuang picked up the gang, and then saw Duan Xiaobo running out of the panicked crowd with Shen Gongzi, whose hands were tied.

"Xiaobo!" Da Chuang's eyes widened and he shouted at Duan Xiaobo.

"Brother!" Duan Xiaobo shouted at the same time, and pushed Shen Gongzi hard, "Come over!"

Shen Gongzi quickly ran to Da Chuang.

"Get in the car!" Da Chuang shouted, and ran to the car with Duan Xiaobo in tow.

"Xiaobo, my uncle is still inside!" Shen Gongzi was just about to get into the car, and turned around and shouted at Duan Xiaobo.

"Let me tell you, if you go back now, it will definitely be fine! There is someone in front of your uncle, and you may not be able to get out!" Duan Xiaobo shouted at Shen Gongzi.

When Da Chuang heard this, he looked at the gate, and at this time, there were so many people running out of the door that he couldn't see who was with whom.

Da Chuang turned around and ran to the car, shouting at Shen Gongzi: "What the hell are you hesitating, get in the car! Don't let my brother save you in vain!"

Hearing Da Chuang's shout, Shen Gongzi got into the car, and then, Fat Wu started the car, turned the front of the car, and drove out directly.

At this time, in the compound, there were six or seven people guarding Shen Baoju, only Xing Wubin and the other person were left, and they followed him and squeezed out.

"Is the heavens out?!" Shen Baoju shouted at the people around him at this time.

"I just saw him out!" said a man next to him.

"Really, are you sure!" Shen Baoju asked uneasily.

"Brother, I just saw that the red hair was squeezed out!" Xing Wubin said at this time.

"Get in the car and drive out!" Shen Baoju saw the congested scene at the door, and shouted directly at the group of people who followed him.

"BROTHER, OUR CAR HAS A FLAT TIRE!" A YOUNG MAN SHOUTED AS HE POINTED TO JEEP PARKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YARD.

"!" Shen Baoju grinded his teeth, scolded, and then was crowded towards the gate of the compound.

At this time, Zhao Shanhe, who was standing in the courtyard, squinted at Shen Baoju in the crowd and was silent.

Shen Baoju was about to follow the crowd out of the gate, when suddenly, there was a chill from his lower back, and he bared his teeth in pain.

"Huh!" Shen Baoju turned his head sharply, and at this moment, a sharp knife pierced his abdomen again.

“...... Is it you!?" Shen Baoju looked at the person who stabbed him with a knife in front of him, and couldn't believe it.

The man was expressionless, drew his knife, and stabbed him in the stomach again.

Shen Baoju's hand instantly grabbed the collar of the person in front of him, but soon, he put it down, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

One by one, big feet stepped on Shen Baoju's body, again and again, at first, Shen Baoju still had a faint breath, but soon, he was motionless, but his two eyes were still staring unwillingly, although his gaze was already gray.

......

Shen Baoju died, dying in a stampede.

As for who stabbed him, there is no way to verify.

Forty-eight hours after Zhao Shanhe was taken to the police station, he was released due to lack of evidence.

In fact, Zhao Shanhe did not do anything at that time. The law does not hold the public accountable, and the stampede accident cannot be investigated at all.

On the day of Shen Baoju's funeral, because Shen Baoju had no son, Shen Gongzi wore linen and filial piety and knelt in the mourning hall.

Da Chuang, as the shareholder of Xinglong Company, attended the funeral.

Deng Qian and the company's Lao Zhao, together with him, also made a special trip from Jiangdong to offer condolences.

Shen Gongzi knelt in front of the spirit and cried vigorously, crying deeply, sadly, and muttering a sentence in his mouth, "Uncle, I'm sorry for you, it's all because of me, Uncle ......"

After Deng Qian and Lao Zhao bowed in front of the mourning hall, they were led to a seat by Xing Wubin and others.

Da Chuang saw Deng Qian coming over, and stood up with the fat five and two.

Deng Qian walked up to Da Chuang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen here." ”

"Brother Qian, maybe if I don't come, there won't be these things. Da Chuang said.

"It's none of your business. Afterwards, Deng Qian pointed to Shen Gongzi, who was kneeling in front of the mourning hall and crying, and said to Da Chuang: "Did you see that young man? He thought it was because of him that his uncle died." ”

"Otherwise?" Da Chuang frowned, looked at Deng Qian and asked.

Deng Qian took a long breath and said: "Actually, it's just an opportunity, if this thing is going to happen, then the result will be the same, and it has nothing to do with anyone, because they are just a medium that contributes to this matter, not the ultimate cause." ”

"Brother Qian, I think you're becoming more and more philosophical in your speech!" Da Chuang said with a pinch of face.

"Oh, what, I've been reading Tolstoy's books lately. Deng Qian said slowly.

"Oh, the evolutionary one?" replied Da Chuang.

After Deng Qian heard this, he patted Da Chuang's shoulder affectionately and said: "Chuang, it's okay to read more books, there's no harm, knowledge determines fate, this is not false at all, it can be put anywhere......"

At around 11 o'clock in the afternoon, an elongated black Cadillac drove outside the mourning hall, and behind this car, there were more than a dozen private cars.

After the car stopped, Jiang Jizu and Zhao Shanhe and others walked down from the car, and the young men in black suits also walked down from the car one after another.

Jiang Jizu and Zhao Shanhe were in front, followed by young people in their twenties who were in their thirties with green stubble, and a group of people walked towards the avenue leading to the mourning hall.

"There's a guest here!"

More than 30 people stood outside the mourning hall and were about to bow.

At this time, Shen Gongzi suddenly stood up, pointed at Zhao Shanhe and scolded: "I am a grass mud horse, it is my uncle who you killed, you still dare to come!"

At the same time, Shen Gongzi's group of friends also quickly stood in front of him.

At this time, Xing Wubin, who was talking to Deng Qian, saw this and hurriedly led a few people to run over.

"God's best!"

Xing Wubin shouted, leading people to stop in front of Shen Gongzi.

"Wu Bin, get out of the!" Shen Gongzi shouted at Xing Wubin, and at this time, the friends who followed Shen Gongzi also glared at Zhao Shanhe and the others one by one.

"God, today is your uncle's funeral, there are so many people, don't make an accident!" Xing Wubin shouted as he dragged Shen Gongzi, who was about to rush forward.

Shen Gongzi pointed at Zhao Shanhe and scolded across Xing Wubin: "I'm a grass mud horse, I'll chop you!"

At this time, the people who followed Zhao Shanhe carried a wreath and placed it outside the mourning hall.

Zhao Shanhe smiled at Shen Gongzi and said: "You, you are still too young, I am condoling for your uncle, and you will leave as soon as you stick incense, you kid doesn't know how to count etiquette!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Shen Gongzi was about to jump forward while struggling with Xing Wubin.

"Mountains and rivers, we adults don't remember villains, don't let them in, just bow a few times here. At this time, Jiang Jizu said to Zhao Shanhe.

After a brief bow, the group turned to leave.

It wasn't until the gang got into the car that Xing Wubin let Shen Gongzi go.

"!" Shen Gongzi was furious and pushed Xing Wubin hard, then rushed to the wreath sent by Zhao Shanhe just now, kicked the wreath down, and then stomped on it several times, crushing the flower hard.