Chapter 300: Monk Xiao's farewell

When Lawyer Wang spoke, Grandpa's eyes widened, and when they heard that Monk Xiao had left him more than three million, Grandpa's mouth was open. He said to himself: "This old guy has eaten me for half his life, I can't imagine that he can save money so much...... Later, after hearing that my father and third uncle also got Monk Xiao's real estate and gold, his surprised expression was even more indescribable.

Later, after hearing that Monk Xiao had handed over an incredibly large fortune to me to inherit, my grandfather looked at me as if he was looking at a monster. Finally, after Lawyer Wang finished speaking, my grandfather looked at me and said, "Little Lazi, didn't you hide from us and pass yourself on to Monk Xiao, right?" ”

"How can anyone succeed themselves?" I glanced at my grandfather with a smile and a smile, and then said: "I used to look at your face and call him Grandpa Xiao twice, but he didn't do it, so I had to call him Old Xiao ......."

I'm not done yet. The second uncle suddenly squeezed to the front, he looked at Lawyer Wang and said, "Did my Uncle Xiao mention me, my name is Shen Weidang, you can help me see, what did he leave me?" ”

After listening to the second uncle's words, Lawyer Wang smiled and took out the second article from the briefcase. Reading to the text: "My own house in the capital, as well as the Lingyunguan Film and Television Company (covering an area of 805 square meters, closed) under my name, do the following, if Mr. Shen Weidang does not ask after listening to the will, the above two houses and real estate will be inherited by Mr. Shen Weidang." If Mr. Shen Weidang inquired, the above two real estate properties will be automatically transferred to Mr. Sun Desheng to inherit ......"

Speaking of which. The expression on Lawyer Wang's face became strange, and after a pause, he continued to read: "Shen Xiaoer, during the Chinese New Year, you spit and foamed into the chicken stewed mushrooms in my bowl, thinking I didn't see it?" In the summer of '94, your father asked you to send me watermelons, but you said that you didn't hold it and fell, but in fact, you took it home cheaply for your wife and children, right? In ninety-seven years, you spread rumors that I and Widow Zhang in Hetou Village were not clear, and the widow Zhang scolded the street in Lingyunguan for three days, thinking that I didn't know that it was your nonsense? I know you're bothering me, you're welcome. Continue to bother me, ha, ha, ha" I have long known that the second uncle and Monk Xiao do not deal with each other, and I can't imagine that I will not deal with this kind of Cheng dΓΉ......

After reading it, Lawyer Wang looked up at the second uncle and said, "Mr. Shen, this was written by Mr. Xiao, I just read it out, I hope you don't misunderstand." When he spoke, the second uncle's face turned red, and he wanted to say something, but his grandfather kicked him in the back and scolded: "Second brother! Isn't that shameful enough? Roll the calves! The second uncle was afraid of his grandfather all his life, and he didn't dare to fight back at the moment, so he stomped his feet. He walked out without looking back......

Monk Xiao's memorial service will be the same as when Gao Liang left the morning after tomorrow. It began to rain that morning, and unexpectedly, there was an endless stream of people who came to see Monk Xiao on his last journey. Huang Ran, needless to say, early in the morning, the golden blind man in Hong Kong arrived at the scene with the support of the secretary, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes that he could no longer see. He trembled and touched Monk Xiao's body, and said with a crying voice: "Brother Xiao, if you leave, the old man at the beginning will be completely withered." At the beginning, you and Gao Liang both lobbied me to join the special office, and I still remember your affection...... Good along the way...... Go all the way. ”

After the blind man was helped down, two more people, a man and a woman, appeared in front of the portrait of Monk Xiao. This pair of men and women are both sixty or seventy years old, I have never seen a man, but the old lady in a wheelchair next to him, my image is still very profound. She showed up at the memorial service. Jia Biyao, a veteran of the committee and a vice president.

After seeing Jia Biyao appear, Huang Ran and Reserved came over. After Meng Qiqi and Zhang Zhiyan saw it, they just nodded, and after meaning it, there was no intersection. After saying a few words, Huang Ran took the two to the statue of Monk Xiao, bowed, Jia Biyao took a bouquet of yellow roses from the hand of the man next to him, and then with the support of the man, he reluctantly stood up, and put the bouquet next to Monk Xiao's body with his own hands, and then the tears were like pearls with broken threads, and he was helped back to the wheelchair with a sob.

When Gao Liang left, this Jia Biyao was eyebrow-to-eye with Monk Xiao. Now that Monk Xiao is gone, Jia Biyao has come out like this again, which makes me begin to doubt the relationship between the two of them. I glanced at the expressionless, grieving fat man. The fat man saw my question, and immediately whispered: "Do you remember the widow who scolded in front of Lao Xiao's door for three days?" It's not for me to say, if the widow's surname is Jia - Lao Xiao won't be wronged......"

There are also a lot of people coming from behind, Ma Xiaolin, who used to do business with Monk Xiao. Boss Lin, the head of the Malaysian Spruce Group, and countless people who have dealt with Monk Xiao. The scene of this memorial service is a little more grand than a few years ago, when Gao Liang was sent away.

After the memorial service, the light rain suddenly stopped, and then the sky began to clear .......!

After the qiΔ“ was over, Sun Fatzi and I sent Grandpa and them back to the hotel. According to Monk Xiao's last wishes, his ashes will be brought back by his grandfather and buried on the edge of the Qing River. I don't know if Monk Xiao is buried here, is he reluctant to let go of my grandfather, an old buddy, or to guard the position of Xiao Sanda under the Qinghe River for decades......

After sending my grandfather and them on the plane back to their hometown, they suddenly received a call from lawyer Wang Bingzhu. He said on the phone that Monk Xiao left me dozens of safes, one of which was about to expire, and the bank could not find Monk Xiao, so he could only find lawyer Wang Bingzhu and ask him to ask me to go to the bank to renew the fee or cancel the safe.

Only then did I remember that there were still seventy-five safes under my name, but I didn't know what Monk Xiao had left for me. I asked Lawyer Wang, but unfortunately he couldn't tell what was inside. After reading the will, Mr. Wang gave me a bank key, which is the master key. The remaining seventy-four keys were locked in the bank's safe. Coincidentally, this safe, which is about to expire, corresponds to the master key.

Sun Fatzi accompanied me to the bank, and I could see that he was also the tenant of the bank's safe deposit box. After a few words with the manager in charge of the safe, I continued to renew the rent for another year. After completing the formalities, the manager took me and Sun Fatzi to the storage place of the underground safe. After instructing the precautions, the manager left, and I opened the safe, and in a large push of keys, I found a key that was still the safe deposit box of this bank.

After looking around, Sun Fatzi first found the safe corresponding to the key. When I opened it with the key, I saw two small wooden boxes inside. After opening one of them, I saw a jade cabbage with a whole body of emerald green, this cabbage carving is delicate, and I know that it is not an ordinary jadeite at a glance, even if I am an antique idiot, I also know that it must be a priceless treasure. The woman begs for the younger brother.

Another box contained a string of beads carved from unknown wood. At first glance, there is nothing special about this string of beads, but there is a piece of paper pressed underneath the beads. Above is a line of words written by Monk Xiao himself - the Buddha beads worn by the ninth ** lama throughout his life, and the token of the reincarnation of the tenth ** lama when he passed away. Although this string of Buddhist beads is carved from ordinary wood, in terms of value, it has been thrown out of the jade cabbage in the same box for several streets.

The contents of the box even the well-informed Sun Fat Man was secretly smacking his tongue, he looked at the Buddha beads and the jade cabbage for a long time, and finally said to himself: "Such a treasure, where did Master Xiao get it?" Sun Fatzi found a bag, and after putting the dozens of keys in the first safe into the bag, Sun Fatzi glanced at me and said, "Let's change it......"