Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 7: The mournful music plays and the red flag enters the scene!

In front of the tombstone, the sound of mourning and music sounded, adding a bit of coolness to the current atmosphere. Combined with the sound of weeping, it was like a knife, piercing deeply into everyone's hearts.

"Today, everyone is welcome to attend Zhao Li's funeral. I am Zhao Li's nephew, Zhao Ergen, and I am also the host of this funeral." Zhao Ergen was wearing a black suit, with a low expression and standing on one side holding a microphone.

"Zhao Li, my uncle, is a good man, a respected man, upright and kind, and has never done anything bad in his life..."

Zhao Ergen spoke in a choked voice and raised his hand to wipe his tears with a tissue.

Everyone in the venue was also affected by such emotions and burst into tears.

Zhao Na had already burst into tears and was lying on the ground, shaking all over. Her son and Zhao Yi's daughter were also crying quietly at the side, but the reason why the children were crying was because the adults were crying.

These cries were mixed together, as if they were going to penetrate the sky, and seemed to be reaching the ears of the smiling old man on the tombstone.

In the crowd on the sidelines.

Zhao Li's four comrades consciously stood behind the Zhao family.

Today they are friends, even if they are in high status, this is how they should be.

This is the rule.

After hearing the speech, tears welled up in their eyes again.

"Go and call those boys over." Zhang Zheng, as the eldest among the four, said to Liu Wenyuan, the youngest.

Liu Wenyuan wiped his tears and nodded.

Leaving the crowd, Liu Wenyuan walked toward the car.

When they came to the car, the driver bowed slightly and saluted, and the officer nodded.

Liu Wenyuan raised his hand to signal one by one, and then looked at the four grandchildren.

"Okay, stop talking." Liu Wenyuan said in a low tone.

"Grandpa Liu."

"Grandpa Liu."

"Grandpa Liu."

"grandfather!"

When the four grandchildren saw Liu Wenyuan coming over, they immediately stopped talking and playing games and said hello.

Liu Wenyuan didn't care about them now. He was immersed in the sadness of Brother Zhao's death.

"The four of you come with me, it will be time to worship later."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the tomb.

The words fell.

The faces of the three boys suddenly darkened, and their little faces that had been so excited just now suddenly collapsed.

Only the girl looked better.

Youxin couldn't think about it, so he left immediately after the funeral.

But do they dare? They dare not.

He could only follow Liu Wenyuan obediently.

"Today is the death anniversary of Mr. Zhao Li. He has left us forever and also left this world forever..."

Back in the crowd, the speeches are still going on.

Liu Wenyuan and his brothers stood aside.

And their grandchildren, according to the rules, should stand in the last row.

But these four grandchildren stood five meters away from the crowd and never came forward.

"Just stand here, they all smell." Liu Yewen pinched his nose, deliberately pretending that the smell was very strong, and whispered to the friends next to him.

Wang Jian also stretched out his hand, waved it in the air, and looked at the people crying in disgust: "My ears are about to explode if I keep crying."

Zhang Haoran held his hands in front of him, with a face full of reluctance: "I still don't understand why I should attend the funeral of such a person."

Looking up at the sun hanging high in the sky, Zhang Haoran blocked it with one hand and squinted: "I'm dying from the sun. Let's finish it quickly."

After a few simple complaints and venting their grievances, they stopped complaining.

There was no other reason than that they were afraid that their respective grandfathers would hear them.

If your pocket money is deducted because of this, or you're put in solitary confinement or something like that, it's not worth it.

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"At the end of my speech, on behalf of the Zhao family, on behalf of Zhao Li, my uncle, I would like to thank you all again for coming to attend his funeral today." Zhao Ergen bowed deeply to the crowd.

In the crowd, the sound of crying was already very small, and the sound of mourning and music was also reduced to a minimum.

Zhao Yi and Zhao Na, together with their respective children, have always been kneeling beside the tombstone.

Next, people came forward to place plain flowers and said their condolences, and the whole funeral was about to end.

After all, in order to respect Zhao Li's last wish, the funeral does not need to be elaborate, just a simple process.

Buzz——

Just when everyone was about to step forward to give flowers.

Not far away, in the Ling Cemetery, the roar of a car sounded.

Everyone present had no intention of paying attention to this.

But the four grandchildren looked at the sound.

"Hey, look, there are cars coming, three cars." Wang Jian pointed to the three black cars approaching.

The other three people didn't care about the funeral. Something would attract their attention and they immediately turned around to look.

“Wait a minute, does the car at the front have no license plate?” Liu Yewen squinted his eyes and asked in surprise.

Zhang Haoran made a sound: "You are really not afraid of being caught. How dare you drive a car without a license plate? Wait..."

The next moment, Zhang Haoran opened his eyes and exclaimed: "That's an old Hongqi! Damn it!"

Originally, they were still talking in low voices, but with Zhang Haoran's words, his voice immediately rose an octave.

Suddenly.

All the people attending the funeral were attracted by Zhang Haoran's exclamation.

Under the gaze of everyone.

A Hongqi without a license plate, followed by two large pure black off-road vehicles behind the Hongqi's body.

These three cars were driving towards the funeral venue.

There were doubts, surprises, and confusion on everyone's faces.

squeak--

Right in plain sight.

The Hongqi car without a license plate was parked directly in front of the military vehicle Zhang Zheng was riding in.

An unprecedented feeling immediately swept through the nerves of everyone present.

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