He said so, and the people at the property didn't have much to say.

After all, Zhao Yongan is also a famous professor all over the world, even if he loses fame and fortune in old age, there is no denying his past contributions.

If a person like this doesn't even have someone to do after his death, it's too sad to look down on.

So Huo Bufan stood up and was willing to take the lead, and the property was also happy to see it.

As for the sealing of items, just like Huo Bufan said, you can find someone to do it.

Subsequently, under the leadership of the community and the property, the doctor did not say much and put the body down.

After the low-temperature crystal coffin was pulled, the old man's body was put in, and at the same time, the funeral home also specially sent people to help set up the funeral shed.

found an old photo of Zhao Yongan in the house, enlarged it and made a posthumous photo.

Everything seemed to be in order, and many people living in the community came to see the excitement or to see if there was anything they could do to help.

Regardless of whether Zhao Yongan is a professor or not, at least he lives in this community, and an old man dies without even a child to see him off, which can easily arouse the sympathy of others.

Huo Bufan did not wear linen and filial piety, because he believed that he was not qualified to replace Zhao Yongan's children and grandchildren.

Standing in front of the mourning hall, Huo Bufan was the first to put on three sticks of incense and burned two handfuls of paper money.

After Ning Xueqing got the news, she also came with Tangtang.

Huo Bufan led the little girl to the front of the spiritual shed and said, "Burn some paper for grandpa and kowtow three times." ”

Tangtang was very obedient, she walked to the crockpot and looked at the posthumous photo on the table, not afraid at all.

Huo Bufan stood next to him and said to the body in the crystal coffin: "Old man, my daughter is a step too late to let you see it with your own eyes." I'll ask her to kowtow to you three times, shout grandpa, and make amends. You can rest assured, I will not forget any of the things I have explained. ”

Ning Xueqing stood beside him, looking at her husband's seemingly calm appearance, she slowly stretched out her hand and held Huo Bufan's fist.

When he spoke, Huo Bufan's hand was clenched very tightly, showing that his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Without too much consolation, Ning Xueqing knew that Huo Bufan respected this old man very much, and now that the old man died, it was inevitable that he would be sad.

Not to mention others, even if it is her, she doesn't have much contact with Zhao Yongan, but she still feels sad to see that no one cares about such a respectable old man after he dies.

The people who come to burn paper are basically residents of the community.

When they came, they always glanced to the side and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, carefully sanding a few pieces of wood.

Everyone knows that this person has a good relationship with Zhao Yongan, and he is the first to take the initiative to take charge of the old professor's posthumous affairs. Such a friendship is admirable.

Everyone who came to burn paper, Huo Bufan would bend down slightly, and then continue to devote himself to the rest of the wood.

At this time yesterday, he was only thinking about getting the wooden box out quickly, and the workmanship was not very good. But now, he has a lot of time, and if he thinks about it, the old man won't be in too much of a hurry.

So, he wanted to do his best to make the wooden box more perfect.

Three hours after the tent was erected, a middle-aged man in a suit and eyes walked in.

He glanced at Huo Bufan, and then asked, "Are you responsible for handling Professor Zhao's aftermath?" ”

Huo Bufan glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Hello, my name is Dong Liangcai, and I am a lawyer hired by Professor Zhao before his death." The middle-aged man said, took out a document from his handbag, and said, "I have a will here, which was also left by the professor before his death, and I specially asked it to be the first person to handle his posthumous affairs. To put it simply, if you do these things for the professor, you are his heir. ”

The middle-aged man handed over the document, but Huo Bufan didn't mean to take it.

He did this, not to inherit Zhao Yongan's legacy, but to reduce the guilt in his heart.

Huo Bufan didn't move for a long time, which made the middle-aged man slightly embarrassed, he had to take the document back, and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't take it, the content of the will has been confirmed by me and the professor in person, and it has also been notarized and has legal effect." According to the content of the will, all the assets in the professor's name will be inherited by you, including this house, the homestead of the old mansion, stored in the safe of the National Bank, with a total value of about 400 million antique toys. In addition, the will requires that all cash must be donated to Project Hope through legal procedures, and the process will be supervised by me. Finally, Professor Zhao called me two days ago and said that if you are in charge of his posthumous affairs, you can help him relay it. ”

When the middle-aged lawyer mentioned those inheritances, Huo Bufan didn't look up, and he didn't even pause the movements in his hands.

Unlike Ning Xueqing, everyone is a little stupid, this house in the community is nothing, and it is worth 1.8 million, but the homestead of the old house is expensive.

It covers a large area and is the main urban area, and it is said that there were developers who spent 300 million yuan to buy, but the old man did not sell it.

And antique toys with a total value of about 400 million?

Didn't it mean that all his antiques were burned down with the old mansion?

This is the real big pie that fell from the sky, and Ning Xueqing was a little stunned.

Huo Bufan looked at the middle-aged lawyer and asked, "What did the professor ask you to paraphrase?" ”

Dong Liangcai, a middle-aged lawyer, glanced at the wood in Huo Bufan's hand, and then said, "Professor Zhao asked me to tell you, I hope that one day, you can learn how to fill this wooden box with water." ”

Huo Bufan was stunned when he heard it, this sentence was a little strange and incomprehensible.

The wooden box filled with water may seem strange, but it's actually not too difficult. In ancient times, there were no tin buckets, and all wooden barrels were used, which could also be filled with water.

As long as the craftsmanship is delicate enough, there will be no gaps in the water supply coming out of the barrels.

But Huo Bufan knew that what Zhao Yongan asked people to relay was definitely not to let him use the wooden box as a bucket.

This sentence should be telling him some kind of philosophy of life.

It's just that the professor's words are too complicated for people to understand for a while.

Dong Liangcai saw Huo Bufan's doubts, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know what Professor Zhao means by this, he just asked me to relay it." ”

Huo Bufan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the will and all kinds of documents." ”

Dong Liangcai did not hesitate, handed over the things to him according to his words, and then asked seemingly unintentionally: "If you want to exchange these things for cash, I know a few good auction houses, including homesteads, which can be ......."

"I didn't say I was going to sell it." Huo Bufan looked at him and said, "I won't sell it now, and I won't sell it in the future." ”

"And these things ......"

"They used to be taught, and they still are. The old man has no children and grandchildren, no one to inherit, and I will not be greedy for this cheapness. These things will always belong to him personally. I will build a small museum on the homestead, put all the antique toys in it for people to see, and let all the people who come to see it remember that in this world, there was an old man named Zhao Yongan who lived. Huo Bufan said categorically.

In the eyes of ordinary people, stopping the heartbeat is considered death.

In the eyes of doctors, the disappearance of brain waves is considered death.

In the eyes of philosophers, only one person who has really been forgotten by history, no longer has any traces left in this world, and no one will mention his name, then he is truly dead.

Huo Bufan admits that he is not a philosopher, but he thinks Zhao Yongan is.

So, a philosopher should not want to be forgotten.

He wants to establish a pure land for Zhao Yongan, and he wants his name to be preserved in the long river of history for as many years as possible.

Money is not important to the former young master of the Huo family at all, what really matters is to find his own meaning of existence in this new life.

Ning Xueqing was sitting next to her, and she looked at Huo Bufan's eyes, gradually with a deep admiration.

This is his own husband, a man who is not greedy for money.

A person who is indifferent to the hundreds of millions of dollars sent to his door, can you say that he is not noble?

Before this, Ning Xueqing had never seen noble people, and the people she could see and even heard about around her were all laymen.

Huo Bufan, beyond this level, is something she has never seen and heard of.

Luckily for her, such a person is her husband.

Being able to be this man's wife, she felt that she might have really saved the banking system in her previous life.