The dish came up very late.

When Xia Chenghao was carelessly chewing on a piece of Yarman steak that Fang Yaoqiang highly recommended, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes in a suit and leather shoes walked over, a large piece bulging in his arms and faintly glowing, and headphones were still stuffed in his ears.

Xia Chenghao frowned, and from the sound of his footsteps, he could hear that this was not a person in the securities industry who often worked here, but Fang Yaoqiang, who was extremely verbose and always brought him a lot of trouble.

"Sorry, late." Fang Yaoqiang sat across from Xia Chenghao in a big way, and the black girl smiled and handed him a menu.

"The same old way." Fang Yaoqiang waved his hand, and the black girl left with a smile.

"Do you know why you chose this place?" Fang Yaoqiang asked, Xia Chenghao shook his head.

"The prices here are top-notch, but the food is of a third-rate standard. It is said that at that time, the decoration cost was as high as 100 million grams, and there were only 300 seats in the restaurant, which means that the business philosophy of this restaurant is not to seek the best but to seek the most expensive. Fang Yaoqiang glanced at the entire hall and whispered a word, it was a joke that only a small number of Zion people could understand.

Fang Yaoqiang wanted to talk more, but Xia Chenghao had no choice but to frown.

"However, no one comes here just for the food, the people who come here for the style, for the guests, for the view. Seating is limited for members only, and seats are available by reservation, and if you can stay up until 9pm, you can also see live performances. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Xia Chenghao asked impatiently.

"There's something good to show you." Fang Yaoqiang pulled open his clothes and took out a player that was so old that he lost his teeth from inside, and there was still a show on it.

"What is it?" Xia Chenghao asked.

"Ning Zhiyuan's funeral just began." Fang Yaoqiang put the small screen in front of Xia Chenghao. took off one wireless earphone and handed it to Xia Chenghao.

"Oh?" Xia Chenghao raised his eyes and looked at the picture on the palm-sized screen.

CBS's host is doing a live stream: "Eight bodyguards carrying a gilded coffin. More than 1,000 luxury fleets. There are also black suits and red umbrellas, and there are hundreds of thousands of white carnations, such a grand private funeral is rare in the whole of Yarman. ”

The camera pans to behind him, where there is a long funeral procession.

Ning Xiaona helped her mother to walk at the front of the team, her wide sunglasses covered half of her face, she was still dressed in black, and a small white flower hung on her chest.

In the corner of the picture, the host said loudly into the microphone: "This is the funeral scene of the patriarch of the Green Ying Ning family, the largest gang in Yarman. Lying in the coffin was Ning Zhiyuan, the former godfather of the Ning family. He died of a heart attack in prison this month at the age of 61. It is known that he was sent to federal prison last month, and although he was sentenced to life in prison, he only spent less than a week in prison, which is not known to be fortunate or unfortunate. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Xia Chenghao's mouth, and Fang Yaoqiang also grinned and smiled silently.

The host continued: "Ning Zhiyuan's body was placed in a gold-plated coffin tailored for him, and was sent back to Yarman by a low-altitude shuttle, and then returned to Yarman in an extended luxury X7 aerokinetic car, where Ning Zhiyuan lived since childhood. According to the custom of the Masu people, the body needs to be parked for three days before it is officially buried. ”

"The Ning family of the Green Camp is still in charge of Ning Xiaona for the time being. invited a lot of big-name forensic doctors to evaluate the cause of death for Ning Zhiyuan, but the result was a heart attack. Fang Yaoqiang said proudly. The mouth movements were deformed due to the interference of a piece of meat, but fortunately, Xia Chenghao finally understood what the other party meant.

"You can't eat it before you talk." Xia Chenghao said with a frown.

Fang Yaoqiang shrugged his shoulders and closed his mouth, his gaze returning to the picture.

"Today, the whole Yarman is filled with the special atmosphere of the funeral, five armed low-altitude shuttles began to hover over the funeral home early in the morning, the avenue leading to the Ning family's private cemetery is empty, and many overpasses and buildings along the street are hung with huge photos of Ning Zhiyuan." The host sighed and pointed to the portraits around him.

"There are thousands of funeral convoys, whether it is an X7 air kinetic energy car or an X8s, they are all black, and each car is crowned with a wreath made of flowers, spelled into a pattern that Ning Zhiyuan liked before his death. Hundreds of members of the Ning family, dressed in crisp black suits and wearing red umbrellas, walked on both sides of the convoy to see off their godfather, while his widow and daughter Ning Xiaona walked at the forefront of the procession. ”

Xia Chenghao's gaze stopped at the young woman, the woman in the low-altitude shuttle.

"She is Ning Zhiyuan's youngest daughter Ning Xiaona, and the Ning family is now at the helm." Fang Yaoqiang nodded at Ning Xiaona in the picture.

"The cemetery is where Ning Zhiyuan lived, and the successive godfathers of the Ning family were buried there. According to Ning Zhiyuan's will, he will lie next to his son Ning Weixiong. A few years ago, Ning Weixiong was killed in a traffic accident caused by a neighbor of Ning Zhiyuan's family. A newspaper appeared in the host's hand, and on the cover of the newspaper was a news headline printed in huge bold letters: "The green camp boss lost his beloved son, where will the Ning family go?" ”

"Since that year, Ning Zhiyuan has been deliberately cultivating his daughter, wanting to use her university background to bring the focus of Ning's family business to the sun." Fang Yaoqiang said slowly, but Xia Chenghao remembered the face posted on the window of the low-altitude shuttle, there was a fanatical light in his eyes, he believed that this woman had such an ability, if she really made up her mind to do so.

Soon after, the neighbor disappeared, and the police have not found him. Ning Zhiyuan misses Ning Weixiong very much, and there are only two photos on his desk, one is a photo of him when he took office, and the other is his son Ning Weixiong. ”

The two photos appeared in the host's hand again, the camera zoomed in, and Ning Zhiyuan, who was meticulously combed with white hair, was hugging his shoulders and smiling.

"It's all dead, and it's still doing so many tricks." Xia Chenghao said coldly.

"After all, he is the godfather of Yarman, and the scenery doesn't matter at all, and now there are places in Zion where even a petty official dies is bigger than this." Fang Yaoqiang said with a smile.

The convoy has entered the cemetery.

"Do you know why the Ning clan wants its own cemetery?" Fang Yaoqiang asked suddenly.

"Cemeteries naturally bury people." Xia Chenghao replied lightly.

"Yes, so Ning's also has a funeral parlor that also operates a cremation business." Fang Yaoqiang smiled mysteriously, "It's complete, right?" ”

It is a large cemetery with patches of cypress trees and only a few palm trees.

Low green shrubs grow at the entrance.

The tombs are magnificent, in the shape of a church, with stone pedestals almost a meter above the ground, and some of the tombstones have a few miscellaneous flowers on them, which look desolate after yesterday's rainstorm. (To be continued.) )