He was telling the truth.

Special operations, all-terrain military vehicles.

The maintenance of such special military vehicles is not something that ordinary insurance companies can afford.

When Zhao Manyu heard this, his pretty face was stunned.

"Did you talk like that? If I say pay, then pay! One yard to one yard! Zhao Manyu's face was a little angry, and he threw the business card into the car.

She is a TV host, and in this Jiangnan area, she is still a little famous, so she is short of this amount of compensation? How can anyone look down on people so much?

After losing the business card, Zhao Manyu clasped his hands on his chest, stepped on high heels and walked into the wreath store depressed. She's really unlucky today!

Walking into the wreath shop, Zhao Manyu looked around and asked, "Boss, order me two best big wreaths for the funeral." ”

"Huh... Isn't this Host Zhao? The owner of the funeral parlor, who was over fifty years old, recognized the TV hostess at a glance and immediately greeted her with a smile.

"But... Miss Zhao, the two largest wreaths in our store today have been booked, you can only... Bought a small wreath. The boss said helplessly.

"Booked? By whom? Can you be accommodating? I'm going to attend the funeral tomorrow, so I'm in a hurry. Zhao Manyu pleaded softly.

"I booked it." At this moment, a deep voice came from behind him.

I saw Ning Gang's face calm and slowly walked into the wreath shop.

He handed a stack of red bills to his boss and wrote down an address.

"In the early morning of tomorrow, send two wreaths to the gate of Yuyin Temple." Ning Gang instructed the boss.

The boss took the money, glanced at the address, and nodded.

"That's... Can you, give me the wreath? I'm going to the funeral tomorrow... There is an emergency. Zhao Manyu stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of consultation and pleading.

"I can compensate you with double the money."

Ning Gang glanced at her and said calmly, "No, my husband, I have to attend the funeral tomorrow." ”

"Little brother, will you be accommodating? You see... There are also other small wreath styles, and you can buy other small wreaths. Zhao Manyu lowered his tone and pleaded softly.

Attend the funeral of Mr. Qian... If you want to buy a big wreath, it is also required by the radio station leaders, and Zhao Manyu can only comply.

But Ning Gang said with a serious face, "The things that my husband has booked are unavailable." If it is based on your status, you should give it up. ”

Zhao Manyu: ......

She's really never seen such a domineering person.

Who are these people? Speak so arrogantly?

Her anger also came up a little, and she retorted dissatisfiedly, "Why should I give it up?" Everyone is an ordinary person, why is your husband special? ”

"People in the battalion are the first to take the lead. Flood fighting, disaster relief, and conquest of the frontier...... Where my camouflage army green is, Guotai Min'an! Ning Gang's face was solemn, word by word, and he said generously, "So, my husband... When there is this special. ”

Zhao Manyu was speechless when he was refuted.

Her pretty face was a little depressed, and she didn't know how to refute it.

Ning Gang's face was calm, and he turned to leave.

looked at the figure that left indifferently...... Zhao Manyu's beautiful eyes are complicated, for a long time... Only then did he mutter, "Inexplicable..."

……

The sun is setting, and the night is approaching.

In this Jiangnan City, a silent whirlpool is gradually surging.

It's night, Qian Family Manor.

A huge golden glazed coffin is still quietly placed in the center of the manor's compound.

The Qian family's titanium, Qian Xuyang's corpse, was lying quietly in the ice coffin.

According to the customs of Jiangnan, three days after death, the body must be cremated.

Tonight is the last day of the memorial storage of Qian Xuyang's body.

The entire Qian family manor is full of white flags.

White lanterns adorn the entire estate.

In front of the golden ice coffin, it was almost full of people.

These are all disciples and members of the Qian family.

There are also some guests who have a good relationship with the Qian family.

Everyone was dressed in white cotton and linen as a tribute to the dead.

Tonight will be the last day of vigil for corpses.

After tonight, Qian Xuyang's body will also be buried in the ground...... There was no such person in the world again.

Father Qian Peng, his face was calm and indifferent, and he sat beside the ice coffin. He's been with the 'corpse' for several nights.

Life and death, father and son have a deep relationship.

However, at this critical moment, Qian Peng's face was extremely calm.

Such a power of emotional control makes people have to sigh and admire.

This Qian Peng is worthy of being the chairman of Qianjiang Bank, and can be called a hero.

"Honghui, after tonight, you go all the way."

Qian Peng's eyes were deep and dark, looking at the ice coffin... The body of his son, muttered.

It was as if it was the last goodbye between father and son.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

The saddest in the world.

Qian Peng endured his emotions and lit the last incense stick for his son.

Afterwards, the funeral band played mourning music.

The Taoist priests, dressed in yellow robes, began to gather in front of the golden coffin, performing services on the corpses, and according to superstitious customs, the souls of the dead were exceeded.

Throughout the manor, mournful music echoed in the dark night sky.

Qian Peng put his hands on his back and slowly walked to the door of the house.

He stretched out his hand and gestured to the old butler.

The old butler's face was solemn, and he stepped forward cautiously, "Master, what do you command?" ”

"Order, use all forces, and blockade the whole city." Qian Peng put his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and he couldn't see his expression at this time.

Tonight is the last night of the eldest son.

He wants to let this Qianjiang City be blocked by the whole city.

No one can get out of the city!

He wanted to let the murderer who dared to kill his eldest son...... Unable to escape.

Tomorrow, after the funeral, he will wash the whole city with blood.

"Understood." The old butler looked solemn and nodded respectfully!

Dotted with stars.

The night in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be as prosperous as never extinguished.

And in this dark night, the entire Qianjiang City... It is being caught in an unprecedented huge siege blockade!

Black Volkswagen cars are speeding through the streets of Shanghai in the middle of the night.

Countless members of the Qian family are dispatched!

The major ports, terminals, airports, highways, and provincial highways in Qianjiang City ...... Everything, the road out of the city, is shrouded in blockade!

The night stretches on, and the Qian family's power is exhausted!

Blockade the whole city...!