The Bentley Continental Flying Spur on the highway really slammed the throttle into action.

Everything outside the window was swept away, and only the gloomy sky like a gray curtain was forever covered over everyone's heads, making people a little breathless.

It was probably Xia Yunbai who finally felt Xia Ruxuan's dazzling light and began to let him work hard in the family industry. So there is the title of Xia Ruxuan, the assistant to the chairman of Xia Rong Real Estate Group, but Xia Ruxuan understands that no matter how respectful and optimistic the directors of various departments are when he follows Xia Yunbai in the company, it is only because he is Xia Yunbai's son and Xia Rong's prince...... If such a title is removed, in the eyes of those people, he is just a little brat, maybe not even a fart.

Probably in Xia Yunbai's eyes, his friend's company is also like this 'fart', so he has never asked anything about it. Xia Ruxuan knew that he had a lot to learn, and he also understood how scarce and humble he was at this time, so he needed to absorb all kinds of knowledge like a sponge.

Although he is not familiar with the real estate industry, in Xia Yunbai's words, the meaning of his existence is not to manage the company - but to manage the 'people who manage the company'. So Xia Ruxuan doesn't have to know how this industry works, what Xia Yunbai wants him to learn is just to control people.

In this world, all boards exist for the same reason, and as long as they invest a lot of money, there will naturally be someone who will step in to help them make that money self-inflate. And those who really rely on their own efforts to grow their money can only get a very small part of it. And the upper-class people who sit on a large amount of money simply watch the number of their bank accounts increase one by one, and they are never tired of it, and money is just a number for them after all.

Xia Ruxuan finally came to this point on his own, and began to understand what kind of rules of the game existed in the upper echelons of this world.

"Xuan Shao, it's here." The driver's voice interrupted Xia Ruxuan's thinking, he parked the car, and then took out an umbrella and walked out of the car to help Xia Ruxuan open the car door.

Several luxury cars were parked in the humble parking lot, all of which Xia Ruxuan knew, and all of them were the cars of the Xia family. And the most flamboyant one present at the moment is Li Shaoyu's dazzling Lamborghini, and several other cars are solemn black Audis for the occasion.

I don't know when it started, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and this light rain broke out again at the moment when Xia Ruxuan walked into the cemetery, as if it had been suppressed for a long time, and hit the umbrella like a splash, and for a while, the rain that adhered to the umbrella bones gathered into a curtain from the original drops, blurring the road ahead.

August 28th. This is Xia Ruxuan's grandmother's sacrifice. On this day every year over the years, Old Man Xia will come to the cemetery in person, and the juniors will rush here no matter what they are or where they are, surrounding this old man who is like a legend in the eyes of his children and grandchildren.

The road to the cemetery is neatly paved, but the steps seem to never end. After spanning several areas, I finally saw the Xia people who were surrounded by professional bodyguards. It was not the first time Xia Ruxuan had seen such a situation, but every time the bodyguards who occupied various points and were dressed in formal clothes with expressionless faces would make him feel a chill, and it would also make him think about his grandfather, what kind of story was behind that legendary old man. It's just that my father never mentions this.

A huge umbrella helped the old man shield himself from all the wind and rain, and his not tall body stood a little majestically beside the tomb at this moment, and everyone was silent.

The sound of Xia Ruxuan walking on the stone steps and stepping on the puddle made Mo Wenhui, who was standing behind, look back at him and nodded to him, Mo Wenhui was wearing a black suit and skirt and leather shoes, and her graceful and luxurious temperament was faintly revealed.

Xia Ruxuan walked past Mo Wenhui and walked to his grandfather under the giant umbrella. It was Summer who was supporting the old man, and he was whispering something to the old man, and the old man bowed his head slightly, not saying much.

This brother of his own, who has now become a symbol of the underground forces of this city, has changed from the former 'black. Dao Gongzi summer' gradually became 'God'. This kind of change was also mentioned by Xia Ruxuan in the Isle of Man Club by chance, the expression on Su Mohan's face was a little strange at that time, Xia Ruxuan had always wondered why there was no one caring about such a huge underground force that could be accommodated in today's society, which made him feel a little unbelievable.

However, Summer had explained to him, and although he didn't understand it very well, he could only accept it silently.

"Grandpa, Ruxuan is here." The afterglow swept to Xia Ruxuan, and Xia nodded slightly to greet him. At this moment, even the most out-of-the-box Li Shaoyu didn't dare to squeeze his eyebrows and make a little smile on his face, but only dared to raise his eyebrows at Xia Ruxuan. And Xia Ruoxi and Xia Ruoling stood side by side, and at this time, Xia Ruoling's height had reached nearly one meter eight, which was the same as Xia Ruoxi. He could no longer shrink behind Xia Ruoxi like before, and when he saw Xia Ruxuan, he gently pushed Xia Ruoxi.

Xia Ruoxi turned her head and glanced at it, without any indication. Probably only now he still regards Xia Ruxuan as a potential opponent, but the rise of this once 'unpromising son' at this time is too fast and fast, which makes everyone feel dizzy, and gives him a lot of pressure. And at this moment, Xia Ruxuan's words in the Xia clan easily surpassed Xia Ruoxi, Xia Ruoling no longer dared to speak coldly to Xia Ruxuan, and even had enough awe when facing him as if facing Xia.

"Hmm." The old man nodded a little slowly, now he was eighty-one years old. It was very inconvenient to move, but as long as Xia Ruoxi's support made Xia Ruoxi's face a little ugly, he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and pointed to the ground, Xia Ruxuan lowered his head and saw the barrel that was still burning with fire, and there was black paper ash and unburned paper money inside. Turning his head and glancing, there was incense burning in a small incense burner next to him. It was raining at the moment, so everything had to be done under an umbrella.

Xia Ruxuan squatted down and picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and then bowed three times to the tombstone respectfully and reverently, and inserted the incense into the incense burner. Then he took the last bag of paper money left for him in the bag, and opened it one by one and threw it into the bright, glaring bucket.

The rain kept falling. I don't know if this sound of rain represents the silent sorrow in the old man's heart. The old man's weather-beaten face looked at the tombstone expressionlessly, and he stood quietly in the wind. Without him speaking, everyone stood quietly around him.

At this moment, we can see the historical precipitation of such an old family, and the majesty of the elders from the depths of their souls makes these bigwigs from all walks of life surrender so silently.

Xia Ruxuan squatted next to him like this, burned the bag of paper money one by one, and squatted until his legs were numb.

From beginning to end, the old man stood without any change, and there was a silent sense of pathos lingering among the crowd. Sometimes you really don't need to cry, you don't need to shout, silence is enough to express.

Until the countless pillars of incense in the incense burner burned out, and the incense ash fell all over the incense burner. The old man raised his head slightly and looked up at the rain-filled sky.

"It's raining." He whispered a word, and there was not a word left.

After a half-minute pause, he raised his hand and pointed to the wheelchair being pushed by the servants. The old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, so he is really not suitable for walking this step.

When everyone had already gone down one after another, Xia Ruxuan came back to his senses with some hindsight and turned around.

Li Shaoyu specially dragged it to the end, and when he saw Xia Ruxuan, he immediately stretched out his thumb and whispered, "You are really good, I want to hold a girl for two years, but I am only mixed to the second line, and I am still mixed in the entertainment industry." If you have time, you can also help me write a few songs, so that I can have more chips in the circle in the future, I am really convinced of you! You cow! ”

Xia Ruxuan grinned at him, noncommittal.

"I'll get back in touch, I'll have a flight to the capital in a while. Went first. Li Shaoyu didn't care about Xia Ruxuan's attitude, said hello, and quickened his pace to keep up with the large army in front. Xia Ruxuan was a little lazy step by step, the rain was indeed getting heavier and heavier, Rao was someone to help him hold an umbrella, and his entire lower body was also wet with the rain that was drifting.

The rain in the middle of summer is so annoying, either it doesn't come or it comes vigorously. But it's always a little unprepared.

After standing like this in the cemetery for more than half an hour, his mood was Qingning that he had never felt before, and it also made him feel that he had suddenly figured out a lot of things. This world is really not as complicated as imagined many times, and when he saw the silent and somewhat sad back of the old man, he realized that those things outside his body were so powerless at this moment.

Those people who have pursued the rights and wealth of their whole lives are probably not as good as the treasured Peking Opera records and the rattan chair in the hearts of the old people.

It's just that Xia Ruxuan can't stop his steps, everything he is doing now is also for the future of this family, so he has his own reasons why he must work hard.

Rain can always purify people's hearts, Xia Ruxuan raised his head and shouted softly, let the heavy rain come more violently.

"Huh?" Xia Ruxuan suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"What, Xuan Shao?" The driver behind him thought there was something wrong and hurried up to ask.

"Nothing...... There...... It's a person, right? Xia Ruxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to a black figure in front of the tombstone on a certain step far below.

This sentence is somewhat weird to say in a place like a cemetery, and Xia Ruxuan also knows it...... It's just that the figure is really strange, under such a pouring rain, there is no umbrella and standing motionless in the rain. Even if a normal person doesn't bring an umbrella, they will run away when it rains, right?

"Yes." The driver didn't think much about it and replied, could it be that it would be haunted in the middle of the day?

Xia Ruxuan nodded and continued to walk down the steps, ready to turn around and walk to the avenue, and when he left, he turned his head with interest and glanced at the figure standing motionless. Only this time Xia Ruxuan suddenly frowned, "Huh? ”

He turned his head to look at the driver, "Give me the umbrella, you go and start the car first, and I'll be here in a moment." ”

The driver was stunned, but he didn't think much about it, handed him the umbrella he was holding for Xia Ruxuan, and then left with another umbrella.

(To be continued)