After driving for more than half an hour, Director Sun and Fang Yi entered an inconspicuous small village, and as soon as they entered the village, they heard mourning.

As soon as the two arrived at the door, Director Sun saw two peers.

"Yo, isn't this Director Sun? Are you passing by? A thin-looking middle-aged man asked knowingly.

"Lawyer Li, look at what you said, you are allowed to come, and I am not allowed to come over to condole!" Director Sun said angrily.

"That's different, I'm a real relative, but my grandmother's distant cousin died. What are you doing here? It won't be a funeral. The thin middle-aged man said.

After listening to this, the middle-aged man with glasses standing on the side showed a look of contempt, and looked at Director Sun and Fang Yi with a smile, and Fang Yi had a little fever on his face.

"I said this, although I don't have relatives, but my grandmother's family is from this village, and when I was a child, I often came to visit relatives and knew the old lady of this family.

As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Director Sun smiled, beckoned, Fang Yi took the wreath and walked in behind Sun Zhengyi.

"Lawyer Li, is his grandmother really from this village?" The man with the eyes lifted the black-framed eyes and asked.

"Don't listen to him, he's a big fool, he's seventy, and his grandmother is from that year! Who knows where.

Believe it or not, if he meets with the president of a beautiful country, dare to say that his grandmother is a neighbor of the president of a beautiful country! The thin middle-aged man sneered.

If you want to say that it is still Director Sun, that cheek is really thick, I am afraid that Dongfeng Express will not be able to slap him in the face.

Fang Yi didn't know if Director Sun had a grandmother who was a neighbor of Mr. Zhou's mother, but he knew that Director Sun would definitely not be able to fight with the Zhou family for one hundred and eighty poles, otherwise with Sun Zhengyi's temper, he would have already hollowed out his mind to tie the knots and hug his thick legs.

There are many relatives of rich families, people from the village, people from the city, inside and outside, people in and out, and people at the door.

Fang Yi followed Director Sun into the door, there were many stewards at the door (there were many rich people in charge), and when they saw that they were sending wreaths, a man in his thirties dressed in black and with a mustache hurriedly greeted him.

"Which unit are you two from?" The bearded man asked.

"We are from the county justice law firm, didn't we hear that the old lady was not there, so we came here to offer condolences." Son said with a serious face.

"Oh, put the wreath over there, and sit in the house." may think that this law firm has never heard of it, and it is a local law firm, and the bearded man has a lukewarm attitude, and points not far away after speaking.

Fang Yi followed the gesture and looked, good guy, there were wreaths large and small, there were more than thirty of them, and a few men in black clothes were moving inside.

Sun Zhengyi saw the piles of wreaths, and sighed in his heart, seeing Fang Yi put down the wreaths and walked back, he said in a low voice: "The wreath we bought is too small, inconspicuous, I knew it would have been made big." ”

Fang Yi glanced back and felt that what Director Sun said made sense, the wreath he had just put down was like a wreath, and there were all tall guys around.

I don't know how many courtyards the Zhou family entered, anyway, Director Sun, they are not qualified to pass through the second gate, and now someone is leading them to the south house on the side.

"This brother, can we go to the mourning hall to have a look?" Seeing that the young man in his twenties who led the way seemed to be very talkative, Son Masayoshi took out a box of Huazi and stuffed it.

"I'm so sorry, old sir! There are words above, there are too many people who came today, and they can't take care of it, except for the people on the list, the rest of the people can only be sorry, your mind is our general leader Zhou! The young man pushed away the Huazi that was stuffed over, and said sharply.

Get! Hit a soft nail.

Director Sun's heart, wow cool, wow cool, I can't even see Mr. Zhou's face, it seems that this thing can't be done today.

It's all here, let's come in and sit down!

As soon as he entered the house, Director Sun's mood immediately improved, it turned out that there were many people sitting in the room he knew, including those engaged in construction in the county, partners in law firms in the city, and directors of many law firms in the county.

Although we can't see Mr. Zhou, it's good to sit together and chat, maybe we can talk about some business.

Fang Yi sat in the corner, listening to a group of people knocking melon seeds, holding teacups and talking loudly, teasing each other, to be honest, he didn't know what the point of sitting here and listening to people bragging, but everyone had no intention of leaving, and Director Sun didn't want to leave, as if he would miss something if he left.

After a while, Fang Yi's stomach gurgled and screamed, he didn't eat in a hurry in the morning, and now it wasn't noon, he planned to go out and find something to pad his stomach, anyway, it was nothing to sit in the house.

"Director, have you had breakfast?" Fang Yi leaned into Sun Zhengyi's ear and whispered.

"Eaten, you didn't eat?" Son was stunned and asked.

"I came from my hometown in the morning, and I didn't bother to eat. I'll go outside and pad it first. Fang Yi said in a low voice.

"Go ahead, it's okay here, I'll wait for you here." Son Masayoshi crossed Erlang's legs and said with a teacup.

Fang Yi walked out of the house and walked outside, there were many people coming in and out of the yard, and no one noticed him at all.

Outside the gate, there is a steamed bun shop diagonally opposite, probably because of the Zhou family's business today, there is still a steaming drawer on the stove at the door of the steamed bun shop, and the steaming drawer is bubbling with white gas, as if to tell the hungry Fang Yi: Come on! Big buns, freshly steamed.

Walking into the steamed bun shop, Fang Yi asked for two big buns and a bowl of wontons, and sat by the window and bowed his head to eat.

After a while, a handsome man in his thirties with gold-rimmed glasses, polite, and handsome walked in: "Boss, let's have a bun and a bowl of millet porridge." ”

Fang Yi glanced up inadvertently, not paying much attention.

The boss sandwiched a steaming bun for him, and brought another bowl of millet porridge on the tray.

"Can I scan the code? I didn't bring any change. The handsome man asked with a look at his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Scan the code? What code to scan? You are going to Zhou's house, if you don't have change, forget it, a bun is not worth much. The boss said with a smile.

In recent years, the people in the village have not yet had the habit of scanning the code, and naturally the steamed bun shop does not have the conditions to scan the code to pay.

"It's embarrassing, it's not easy for you to do small business. I'll send it to you in a moment. The handsome man said with an embarrassed face.

"I've got some change here." Fang Yi swallowed the bun in his mouth, got up and took out ten yuan, and handed it to the boss: "You also came to the Zhou family to condole, it's not easy, just treat me." ”