In front of the Jiangbei branch of Xuanwu Group, the atmosphere is solemn and solemn, the entire road is closed, the roadside is full of high-end black cars, there is no end in sight, there are staff wearing black suits and white flowers everywhere, holding walkie-talkies to command and dispatch vehicles, several camera racks are in a favorable position, photographers wearing vests and reporters holding microphones are muttering quietly.

Chen Runing's friends basically came, most of these people are elites in the business field, even the five-star hotel in Jiangbei City has been full for the past few days, and now these people are upstairs, and their drivers and bodyguards have also changed into black formal clothes, leaning on the side of the car to smoke and chat.

A black Bentley car drove slowly, with a huge portrait of Chen Runing on the front of the car, surrounded by black gauze, particularly solemn, followed by an extended Mercedes-Benz, the staff picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "The car has arrived ......"

The door of the company opened, a group of well-dressed people surrounded Mai Kangmei Chen Xuanwu's mother and son came out of it, the reporters who had been waiting at the door immediately swarmed up, the microphone stretched out like a wood, and before it could get closer, it was stopped by the staff, Chen Xuanwu was wearing a black slim suit, helping his mother down the stairs, seeing so many unknown reporters, he was immediately furious, and was about to step forward to scold, but was stopped by Mu Lianheng, stepped forward and explained a few words to the reporters softly, and the reporters cooperated to put away the long guns and short guns.

The driver opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz S600, Mai Kangmei settled down, bent down and sat in the car, the round bead body of the black imperial wood pearl emitted a dull black light on her excellent neck skin, Chen Xuanwu also sat in, Mu Lianheng helped them close the door, walked to the front Bentley and sat in, the rest of the relatives and friends also got into the car, the team started slowly, and the two rows of staff followed the team and trotted, got into a few Humvees, and drove out first......

After the funeral convoy, which was composed entirely of black high-end cars, left the building of the Jiangbei branch of the Xuanwu Group, reporters from various media also put away their equipment, got into the car and followed away.

Today is Saturday, the traffic on the street is not very much, T-junction, a Humvee rushed up to brake sharply and stopped, straight across the intersection to block all the vehicles, several private car owners angrily lowered the window and questioned, Humvee jumped down a few strong men with big shoulders and round waists, horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes as if no one was around, private car owners suddenly died down, retracted back and did not dare to squeak.

Then everyone saw a mighty car dragon, all composed of black high-end luxury cars, BMW 7 series Mercedes-Benz S-class under are embarrassed to participate, the first car is more awesome, is a Bentley car, provincial license plate, four 8 extremely dazzling, a huge photo is the Xuanwu Group Chairman of the Board of Directors Chen Runing's heroic remains, followed by the car with mournful music, all vehicles flashed, one after another, slowly passing through the intersection, seemingly endless......

"MLGBD, if you die, you have to toss people." The crowd of onlookers cursed in a low voice.

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Wei Shumin's funeral convoy has entered the city center, some vehicles have left, but more vehicles have joined in, forming a spectacular long queue, slowly moving on the roadway, some old people who got up for morning exercise also joined the funeral procession, they stood on the side of the road, took off their hats and silently watched the convoy, and saw Wei Shumin off in their own way......

Bai Na sat in the cab of the truck, regardless of the cold weather, opened the window, clicked the shutter with a SLR camera, and recorded this touching scene, the whole road, full of spontaneous funeral crowds, private cars, taxis, motorcycles, bicycles, Wei Shumin's deeds seem to have penetrated into thousands of households, into the hearts of every Jiangbei person, everyone at this special moment, invariably expressed their respect to Mr. Wei.

Suddenly, traffic control was implemented at the intersection in front of me, and the red light blocked all vehicles from east to west for a long time, and the traffic in the north-south direction gradually became scarce, but the red light was still on, and two police motorcycles came at a gallop, stopped on both sides of the intersection, and stretched out their hands to make a no-traffic gesture.

Liu Ziguang was about to get out of the car to inquire, when suddenly there was a sound of mourning music in the distance, a police car opened the road in front, followed by a Bentley sedan with a portrait of Chen Runing, and then a long line of black cars, also coming slowly with double flashes......

The funeral convoy of the Xuanwu Group slowly drove through the intersection in full view of everyone, seemingly endlessly, and the accompanying photographers leaned out of the sunroof, crackling and flashing the shutter.

Liu Ziguang was furious, but he didn't want to make trouble on this day, so he honked the horn, and someone immediately responded, and the horn sounded into a piece, and finally it developed to the point that all the cars on the whole road were honking for a long time, the sound resounded in the sky, deafening, and the traffic police couldn't manage it if they wanted to, so they had to shake their heads helplessly and pretend not to hear.

In the car behind, the chairman of the trade union of the Hongqi Factory shook his head and smiled bitterly after seeing the momentum of the Chen family's funeral convoy: "The Xuanwu Group is really more magnificent than others ...... even if they die."

When Lu Tianming heard this, he suddenly felt like a knife in his heart.

Although the sound insulation of the Mercedes-Benz was very good, I still heard the noise outside, and Mai Kangmei asked his son: "Xiao Wu, what are they doing?" ”

"Maybe it was arranged by Mu Lianheng, didn't he also sound the horn to mourn at 512." Chen Xuanwu guessed.

"Xiao Mu is very capable, you have to use him more in the future." Mai Kangmei said.

"Of course."

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Out of the downtown area, the road became wider, and the funeral convoy of the Xuanwu Group slightly increased its speed, and suddenly a group of wheeled armored vehicles painted in army green came out of the oblique thorns, and forcibly blocked the way.

The Bentley was forced to stop, and the Humvee in charge of security immediately drove up from behind, and several flat-headed youths jumped out of the car, kicked the huge tires of the armored car, and asked, "Which of your troops?"

No one paid attention to them, the armored car was rough and thick, not to mention kicking two feet, even the automatic rifle strafing could not penetrate the armored steel plate, the flat-headed young people had nothing to do, so they had to call the police, the police learned that there were army armored vehicles blocking the road, and immediately said that they didn't care about this matter, although the flat-headed young people have always been arrogant, but Jiangbei is not their home field after all, and the other party is a soldier with a more advanced background, so they had to swallow this breath......

A few minutes later, another funeral convoy appeared, like a mighty dragon passed in front of the Xuanwu Group, one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, the drivers of Xuanwu couldn't help but get out of the car to watch, a full fifteen minutes later, this huge funeral convoy composed of all kinds of social vehicles finally finished, a total of no less than a thousand cars, all of them passed at a uniform speed with double flashes, this style, so that the well-informed drivers were amazed......

It wasn't until there was no longer a convoy with double flashes passing by that the armored car started and drove away, and the anxious Mai Kangmei, who had been waiting for a long time, asked people whose convoy it was, and asked around but no one knew the answer.

"These Jiangbei Yankees." Mai Kangmei said hatefully.

The funeral convoy finally came to the Jiangbei funeral home, the crematorium and the cemetery are connected together, all of them are the high-efficiency units of the civil affairs bureau under the fat flowing oil, the funeral parlor is built on the mountain, the momentum is magnificent, and all the antique buildings with golden glazed tiles are used.

Chen Runing's body was parked in Hall 1, the mourning ceremony started on time, and the specially invited master of ceremonies read the glorious history of Mr. Chen's life in a low tone in the mourning music, and then relatives and friends made a good speech, the first to come to the stage was Chen Runing's business partner, a certain heavyweight in the Jiangdong shopping mall, when he took out the manuscript and read it with tears in his eyes, Mu Lianheng raised his wrist and looked at it with some irritability......

According to the pre-determined plan, several important leaders in the city should have been present, but so far, not even a decent leader has come, only a few small shrimps at the deputy department level have arrived, which does not set off the identity of Mr. Chen at all.

Mu Lianheng quietly glanced at Yin Zhijian, and then the two walked out of the hall one after the other.

"What's the matter, none of the city leaders have arrived?" Mu Lianheng asked unceremoniously.

Yin Zhijian was slightly displeased, Mu Lianheng was only a senior assistant, and he was at the vice president level, before Chen Runing's death, this Mu assistant was still respectful and humble, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, now the old club's bones are not cold, and the prince has not officially ascended the throne, Mu Lianheng seems to regard himself as a dragon hero, and he doesn't take these bosses seriously......

But Mr. Yin, who has excellent cultivation, did not have the same knowledge as him, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "I said hello to Minister Yin, others dare not say, she will definitely come." ”

As soon as the words fell, several Audi A6 drove at the foot of the mountain, did not drive into the parking lot, but drove directly to the vicinity of the funeral home, and it was Hu Yuejin, the mayor of Jiangbei City, and Vice Mayor Sun, who was in charge of industry, who got off the car.

"Why is he here?" Mu Lianheng was feeling strange, and saw Mayor Hu and the others, accompanied by the funeral home staff, walk into the No. 2 hall in the distance, and didn't even look at this side.

"It seems that Wei Shumin from the Hongqi Factory is holding a memorial ceremony." Mu Lianheng glanced at it from a distance and said thoughtfully.

Yin Zhijian realized that something seemed to be wrong, and quickly picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of his little aunt Yin Weihong.

"Zhijian, there is a sudden emergency in the province, and 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 a meeting, hang up first."

Over there, Mu Lianheng was also calling Secretary Qin, the secretary's mobile phone was turned off, the secretary's phone was open, and the answer he got was the same, Secretary Qin was holding a very important and urgent meeting in the provincial capital, so he couldn't attend Mr. Chen's memorial service.

Mu Lianheng knew in his heart that since Secretary Qin couldn't come, then the others wouldn't come, so he hurried back to the hall, whispered a few words to the host, deleted the arrangement of the leader's speech, and directly entered the body farewell procedure.

Chen Runing's body in a suit was lying in the crystal coffin, his face was carefully made up, lifelike, everyone walked past the body in turn, and shook hands with his family after bowing three times, the Chen family is an official businessman, and the social relations that can be used are all in the officialdom, but the memorial service is held in Jiangbei, and many officials in the provincial capital can't come, so the relatives and friends who can be on the stage are just dozens of people.

Chen Xuanwu and Mu Lianheng supported Mai Kangmei, accepting the condolences of relatives and friends, seeing those people lying on the crystal coffin weeping and mourning, Mu Lianheng's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible disdain.

It didn't take long to walk around, and the ceremony ended after half an hour, Mai Kangmei walked out of the hall with the support of everyone, and when he turned his head, he happened to see a sea of people outside Hall No. 2 in the distance, and the line was lined up to the bottom of the mountain, and it was conservatively estimated that there were always thousands of people.

Mai Kangmei was unhappy that the leader did not attend her husband's funeral, and she was even more unhappy when she saw this scene, and asked, "Whose family is doing the funeral?" ”

[Dedication]