Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

"Mengzi, you are responsible for notifying the people who should be notified. Anyone who is in or out of our company or has any dealings with us should be notified."

"Sir, please choose a date, see me off, and set up the mourning hall... I will leave this matter to you, the third child."

Li Laosan nodded and agreed.

"Guanghua, you have no problem with welcoming guests."

"no problem."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

It was also his first time to organize a funeral for someone, and he was not too clear about some of the procedures.

"No." Everyone shook their heads. In fact, all the rules for weddings, weddings, and weddings are made by people, and each place has its own interpretation.

Even if someone says something one by one, you don't know where his rules come from, but basically it's pretty much the same.

That's right, Huang Zhongfu's death at this age is called a happy funeral, not a happy event.

"Okay, that's it. Let's all work separately. By the way, the leaders in He Guanghua Township and the county will also notify them, just in case someone comes..." Jiang Xiaobai suddenly remembered.

Huang Zhongfu is not an ordinary villager. He can also be considered a cadre, although our country's system has never included village cadres.

"Okay, I'll inform you about this." He Guanghua nodded.

"Okay, let's talk about the rest after the invited Mr. Yin and Yang arrives." After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, everyone went to work.

Jiang Xiaobai lit a cigarette by himself, sat on the sofa, and listened to the cries of people in the next room.

More and more people came to see the old party secretary on his last journey in the yard.

Jiang Xiaobai came out to help maintain order, allowing people to come out at a glance, either in the yard or at the door.

Because there were so many people in the room, I could hardly stand.

Soon, Mr. Yin-Yang arrived, Mr. Yin-Yang. In the past few years, no one dared to call themselves Mr. Yin-Yang. In recent years, things have gotten better, but they are also very low-key.

Calling myself the officiant means that I understand some of the traditional culture of funerals, so I come to help. I am not Mr. Yin Yang.

"Well, that's it." Jiang Xiaobai pondered, took out a thousand yuan from the drawer, put it on the table and said, "Originally, I was planning to hire Mr. Yin Yang.

But I didn’t expect...I’m sorry, I invited the wrong person, so I’ll give you a hundred yuan for travel expenses, I’m sorry..."

Looking at the one hundred yuan in Jiang Xiaobai's hand and the one thousand yuan on the table, how could Mr. Yin Yang not know which one to choose?

The travel expenses are only 100 yuan, and the hiring fee is 1,000 yuan.

Are you kidding? Although I knew Jianhua Village was rich, I didn't expect it to be so rich.

Usually, when someone has something to do, let him help, which is ten yuan and twenty, and he can take care of the food, which is good enough.

But a thousand yuan is a huge sum of money.

"Director Xiaobai, I am joking with you. From all over the country, no one dares to claim to be the first after being second. My master is..."

Before Mr. Yin Yang finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai threw the money in his hand.

"You take the money, I have no other requirements. Just host it as normal. It doesn't need to be too much, but don't be less than what you should have.

We, the old party secretary, have been together for a lifetime, and this is our last journey. Do you understand? Jiang Xiaobai looked at him and said seriously.

"I understand, I understand." Mr. Yin Yang nodded.

In the evening the mourning hall was set up and the coffin was returned.

During dinner in the evening, the township leaders and several county leaders arrived.

Huang Zhongfu's achievements in Jianhua Village are obvious to all. Now that he is gone, it is time for them to pay a visit to the coffin.

Jiang Xiaobai personally received the leader, and at the dinner table the leader proposed collecting Huang Zhongfu's deeds.

They have already reported Huang Zhongfu. Such a model is worth learning from.

This was a matter of posthumous reputation. Of course Jiang Xiaobai had no objection and promised to arrange for people to collect it immediately.

After dinner, and just after seeing off the leader, a black Santana drove into the village.

Song Weiguo arrived. He had been dealing with Huang Zhongfu for a long time. He had been responsible for the specific affairs of the Educated Youth Cannery.

"Old Song." Jiang Xiaobai asked Song Weiguo to sit down.

"Xiaobai." Song Weiguo's face was also full of sadness. He had long lost contact with Jianhua Village, and no one informed him.

After Huang Zhongfu passed away, Jiang Xiaobai asked Wang Meng to notify everyone, and he was notified.

After receiving the notice, he was still in the city and drove back immediately.

"My condolences." Jiang Xiaobai didn't know how to persuade him. After Song Weiguo went to the mourning hall to pay incense, he simply took Song Weiguo for a walk in the village.

"This is the Jianhua Village of the old party secretary, and it is also our Jianhua Village." Jiang Xiaobai said.

That night, Song Weiguo stayed in Jianhua Village without leaving.

Early the next morning, Li Xiaoliu returned from the capital. Fortunately, he did not go to the Baikonur Cosmodrome in the north during this time.

Otherwise, there is no way to come back.

A few days later, the old party secretary was buried amidst the sound of playing and playing suona, which represented the end of an era in Jianhua Village.

Also at the entrance of the village, the big words written on the signs are "Unite and work hard, win-win cooperation."

It represents the beginning of a new era and the spirit of Jianhua.

This time, many people who came to express their condolences to Huang Zhongfu noticed the Jianhua spirit.

"Xiaobai, I'm leaving first. Come to the county when you have time. Let's talk in detail." Song Weiguo shook hands with Jiang Xiaobai, and he was about to leave.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay longer, but Wang Chao sees him as the enemy who killed his father, so he feels uncomfortable staying here for the past two days.

It was probably Jiang Xiaobai who was here, otherwise Wang Chao might have to beat him.

But how could he still explain all the grudges and grudges in the past clearly? Of course, he was sorry for Wang Chao's sister first, and it was right for Wang Chao to dislike him.

"Okay, Lao Song, be careful on the road." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and warned.

Song Weiguo drove away in his car. Wang Chao came over and stared in the direction of Song Weiguo's retreat and said, "Brother Bai, why are you talking to him? He is no longer the same person."

"Haha." Jiang Xiaobai didn't say much. Everyone was changing, not just Song Weiguo.

Speaking of it, the only immoral thing Song Weiguo ever did was abandoning his wife and children.

There are not many faults in other aspects of life. As for leaving Huaqing Holding Company and doing something on his own, Jiang Xiaobai believes that it is a personal choice.

People who were together back then were leaving one after another, and Huang Zhongfu was just the first one.

So Jiang Xiaobai's mentality has also changed, it's not necessary.

Things that can be cherished and people that can be cherished should still be cherished, because one day they may leave forever.