As soon as Jin Xinghua's words came out, everyone in the audience looked different.

Jin Zhenzhong stood up, pointed at Jin Xinghua, and said angrily: "Xinghua, you brute!" How can you do such a thing! ”

Jin Xinghua looked at his brother, and a hint of depression appeared on his face: "Becoming a king and defeating a king, this is nothing unusual, what do you want to do?" Did you send me to prison like Jin Zhao? ”

Jin Zhenzhong took a step forward, raised his hand high, as if he wanted to slap Jin Xinghua, but in the end he didn't fan it out, the whole person shook a little, fell back and sat on the sofa, muttering to himself, "How to deal with it?" What to do with ......"

Because he took a step forward before, he leaned on the edge of the sofa when he sat down, but Kim Jin-jung didn't seem to realize it at all.

"Dad!" Jin Yang stepped forward and straightened Jin Zhenzhong. Jin Zhenzhong seemed to come back to his senses and said to me, "Mr. Zhong, give me a cigarette!" ”

"Dad, aren't you a non-smoker?" Jin Yang said in amazement.

"You don't care!" Jin Zhenzhong took a drink, took the cigarette and lighter I handed over, lit it, and took a few deep breaths, good guy, smoking so slippery, it was definitely an old smoking gun before.

There was a deathly silence in the field, and no one made a sound, just watched Kim Zhenzhong smoke.

After smoking three cigarettes in a row, Jin Zhenzhong took out the cigarette butt and said in a dumb voice: "Since Jin Zhao went in, Lin Xuan and I have been very uncomfortable, and we are under a lot of pressure. This pressure is not only psychological, but also from the company. To be honest, those partners of mine have been pointing fingers at me these days, which is nothing more than the fault of the son and the father. In the past, I worked with my husband in some traditional family businesses, and they valued family continuity more. ”

Jin Zhenzhong suddenly brought the topic to this aspect, and we all wondered a little, is it interesting for you to talk to us about pressure now? Even if you treat us as a tree hole, you have to look at the time and occasion, and talk about business first, okay? Your brother buys murder.

"After the old man's accident, first Jin Yang was arrested, and then Jin Zhao was imprisoned, and the Jin family could no longer afford this kind of ugly thing. Therefore, I want to solve this matter within the family. Jin Zhenzhong spoke very slowly, but very resolutely, and generally speaking in this tone shows that he is very determined, and it is difficult for others to change it.

"Dad......" Jin Yang shouted in surprise next to him.

"Don't say it, it's useless to say more, Mr. Zhong, Mr. Ding, Captain Ling, I will give you a generous gift to the three of you, I hope you will leave the last fig leaf for our Jin family." Jin Zhenzhong stood up, staggered, and after being held by Jin Yang, he hugged the three of us with a fist.

The three of us hurriedly stood up, this is another generous courtesy, and another plea, I and Ding Fatzi will not object, as for Ling Feng? In his eyes, the vigilante captain was the page on his resume that was about to turn over, and if I hadn't been in it, he wouldn't have been in the mood to care about this kind of thing.

"Xinghua, I will transfer 50 million to your account, only one point, you have to sign the agreement, and you will have nothing to do with the Jin family from now on." Jin Zhen said flatly.

Tut, 50 million, an amount that we ordinary people can't reach in a lifetime, was thrown to Jin Xinghua like a radish by Jin Zhenzhong.

The corners of Jin Xinghua's mouth flashed a hint of mockery: "Okay, thank you for the mercy of the eldest brother." When to sign an agreement with a lawyer? Otherwise, this afternoon, I will move out in the afternoon, and I will have nothing to do with the Jin family from now on. ”

And that's the end of it? This plot is moving too fast, right? It's so fast I can't believe it.

Due to the particularity of this matter, Jin Zhenzhong hoped that a few of us could be circumstantial evidence of the agreement, Ling Feng refused on the spot, and said goodbye to us with a smile.

Jin Zhenzhong asked Jin Yang to dismiss those men in black, the matter is over, he doesn't want to be watched by so many people at home, and now there are many billionaires who don't want to hire bodyguards, one is that they will leak their privacy, and the other is that kidnapping and blackmailing by their own bodyguards happens more often than kidnappers, and it is better to find a driver who can trust a little effort than anything.

I stayed with Ding Fatzi, how can I say that I and Jin Yang are still friends, and help people to the end. The fat man poked me with disdain, do you want to talk to Yang Guoer about your life ideals?

Wipe! Am I that kind of person? As I walked to Yang Guoer's room, I sternly refuted Ding Fatzi: "Don't use your A.V brain to guess my TV heart." ”

Yang Guo'er saw us coming, there was no accident, got up and poured tea, and after chatting for a while, I frowned and said: "Fatty, you go to the front spirit shed to help Qingfeng Dao Chang, how can you also be an acquaintance, you should do what you can." ”

The fat man was originally a person with raised eyebrows, did he eat Clenbuterol today? You still want me to remind you.

Despite this, the fat man still looked sluggish: "I don't know him!" "It turned out to be a good thing to ruin me.

Hey, if you don't fix you, you don't know if you're meat or fat, I laughed: "By the way, Enron told me some things about you that day." ”

Ding Fat Man immediately jumped up: "I'll go now!" ”

Ding Fat Man was chasing An Ran, An Ran didn't show his attitude towards this, he didn't say that he agreed or objected, which made the fat man's heart itch unbearable, and often asked me what An Ran thought of him, damn, I'm not a gossip man, it's my business. At the critical moment, he took it out to threaten the fat man, and it really worked.

Watching the fat man run out with a stream of urine, I looked at Yang Guoer and smiled, chatting all over the world.

Within ten minutes, the fat man rushed in again, with a panicked face.

"What's wrong?" I was surprised.

"Coffin...... "The ......fat man seems to be running too fast, and he can't catch his breath."

I handed him a glass of water, and the fat man took it, took a deep breath, and drank it in one gulp. Only then did he say: "There is movement and sound in the coffin. ”

Yang Guoer and I both looked at him in amazement, and the fat man took a deep breath again, and then said the matter.

Just now, the fat man walked to the mourning shed, and first exchanged a few words with the head of Qingfeng Dao, he naturally didn't really help, and he didn't care about anything, walked to the back of the mourning hall and sat down, leaned his head on the coffin, and took out his mobile phone to play.

First on QQ, unfortunately, these years QQ is used to stealth, and occasionally not invisible is also a work need, and I have no time to pay attention to you. After being on QQ for a while, I felt bored, so I opened WeChat, searched for people nearby, and suddenly saw a person named Turtle.

(When the fat man said this, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Turtle? ”

The fat man looked at me in amazement: "You know?" ”

I said, "Go ahead, I'll tell you later." The fat man thought it was funny, so he applied to be a friend. After a while, he heard a faint WeChat prompt. So fast? The fat man hurriedly checked his phone, but found that the phone did not receive any prompts.

After being stunned for a moment, the fat man's head still turned quickly, and he immediately thought, I must be sure that this turtle is the WeChat number of which Taoist priest in the spirit shed, the turtle and turtle, the four great divine beasts of ancient Taoism, Qinglong Bai/Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, Xuanwu is not a turtle? That's right.

Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but be curious, how nice it is to call Xuanwu, and the partial life is called a turtle, this is simply a fighter in stupidity/force, and a VIP in the mentally handicapped. I'd like to see who it is.

At the moment, he kept sending friend requests on his mobile phone, and then wandered around the Taoist priest to see who would hear the prompt sound.

There was no voice coming from any of the Taoist priests, it was strange, could it be an illusion, the fat man sat down in the place just now, and at this time, he heard a faint prompt again.

"Grass! The voice of WeChat came from inside the coffin! The fat man concluded in shock.

"You mean Jin Manyuan is playing WeChat?" I asked, confused.

"Ahh Yang Guo'er on the side had been listening to the fat man, and her face was a little wrong, and when she heard me say this, she couldn't help but scream.

"How else can that be explained? Could it be that there is someone else in the coffin? After the fat man told me what had happened, he felt a lot less frightened and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

Damn, look at me/What are you doing, I'm not Baidu, I can't give you the answer you want. Besides, even Baidu doesn't know the answer to this question.

"You don't mind if you smoke a cigarette, do you?" I took out my cigarette and was about to smoke it, when I suddenly remembered that it was in Guo'er's boudoir.

"Smoke it, I'll smoke one when I'm bored." Guo'er pulled out an ashtray from the drawer and gave it to me, and sure enough, there were a few thin white cigarette butts in it.

I lit a cigarette, thought for a while, and asked, "Guo'er, were you present when Old Man Jin was buried?" ”

"Yes, I'm there." Yang Guo'er nodded.

"Did he put his phone in as a funeral gift?"

"That's the thing." Yang Guo'er frowned and thought: "However, it was turned off at that time." ”

"It's possible that when I was fiddling with/playing with the body, I accidentally touched the boot button." I said, "So, the first question, there is a cell phone in the coffin, so that's it for the time being. ”

The fat man and the fruit nodded, and it seemed that they also thought that this was the only explanation.

Then I told them about Jin Yang's events that day, and that night the turtle sent a text message to Jin Yang to remind him not to wear red clothes.

Hearing this, and then thinking of the WeChat prompt in the coffin, the fat man said astringently: "You mean, this turtle is the old man Jin Manyuan?" ”

"This is not unusual, the old man may have been frightened by Jin Zhao's ghost a few days ago, and then he had a fear of red, and it is reasonable to specially remind his grandson not to wear red clothes." I'm going to explain it in the past.

Yang Guo'er frowned and said, "No wonder Jin Yang wore a red shirt that day and made the old man so afraid." However, how could the old man be scared to death? It doesn't make sense. ”

"What doesn't make sense?" I asked curiously.