Wind Rises in Dragon City

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Four days later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, at the cemetery of Longcheng Paradise Garden.

The weather is a bit gloomy, with dark clouds everywhere, and light rain has been pattering for a day.

Kong Zhenghui stood in the rain with dull eyes, watching the old man's urn being slowly put into the grave.

Old Mrs. Kong stood beside her, already crying into tears, supported by her two children.

Yu Mingyuan, Zhou Tonghui, Su Tianbei, and Wawa, Wen Xiaorou, they all came and stood around the cemetery, wearing black formal attire and holding an umbrella, to attend the funeral for the old man of the Kong family.

"Fill the soil!" Mr. Yin Yang urged.

Kong Zhenghui came back to his senses, held the shovel in one hand, and shoveled the first shovel for the grave.

This is a local custom, and the duty of an eldest son, to find some peace for the old man after death.

With one hand, it is difficult to shovel the soil smoothly. Kong Zhenghui's forehead was covered with sweat, and he gritted his teeth hard.

At this time, Kong Zhengqi stepped forward and helped his cousin hold the handle of the spade, and the ceremony was successfully completed.

Only then did the children of other families step forward, pick up their shovels, and bury the tomb.

Kong Zhenghui was standing beside him, watching all this with a gloomy face, and his eye circles were red again.

The whole ceremony lasted for almost an hour. After the burial of Mr. Kong was completed, everyone walked outside and returned to Kong's house.

…

Around seven o'clock in the evening, the Confucius family compound.

Kong Zhenghui took his family, thanked those relatives who came from afar, and finally sent them all to the car.

These relatives don't live in Longcheng, many of them live in other places, or do business outside, and they come back from thousands of miles to attend the funeral.

After sending them all away, Kong Zhenghui loosened his tie and walked over to Yu Mingyuan and the others.

At this time, Yu Mingyuan and his group were sitting in the corner chatting, when they saw Kong Zhenghui, everyone stood up and greeted him one after another.

"I've worked hard for you these past few days." Here are all acquaintances of the same age, and Kong Zhenghui's attitude relaxed a bit, but he also expressed his gratitude: "The funeral is over, I'll treat you tonight, and call Dabai up, Let's eat together."

Dabai did not come because the funeral scene was crowded and chaotic.

"Okay." Yu Mingyuan thought for a while, and suggested: "Let's just stay at the Huarong Hotel. We have reserved private rooms over there, and the security is also good. After all, Dabai's status is special, so it's okay to go to other places." Very convenient."

Hearing this, Kong Zhenghui smiled and said, "Hehe, yes, it's different now, and the identity has gone up."

Everyone didn't answer, Yu Mingyuan just patted him on the shoulder, and changed the subject: "Let's go, everyone bring some umbrellas, it's been raining all day."

"Okay, I'll call Zhengqi up too."

Under the protection of the guards, the group drove to the Huarong Hotel.

…

At around nine o'clock at night, the convoy arrived at the Huarong Hotel.

Yu Mingyuan led everyone to a private room on the third floor. The private room is not big, there is only one table inside, and there are sofa seats on both sides, which is very elegant.

After all, it is a wedding, and many friends from other places will come over. In order to entertain some friends, Yu Mingyuan and Tan Mingchao had booked private rooms early in case they were needed.

After ordering something to eat casually, everyone sat here, drinking and chatting, while waiting for Dabai.

At the banquet, Kong Zhenghui was still a little depressed, so he tried his best to talk with everyone.

After waiting for almost half an hour, the dishes were ready, and Dabai also arrived.

He pushed open the door of the private room, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, brothers, I came a little late, and I was talking with some people from the administrative office."

"Isn't it low-key showing off? I know you are the Minister of Foreign Affairs!" Yu Mingyuan greeted with a smile: "Okay, sit down quickly, I'll wait for you to open the table."

"Look, you keep talking about this, and it always makes me look like I'm putting on a show. Don't talk about it in the future...!" Dabai sat down.

The doll beside him smiled and asked, "Hey, you're late, why don't you just sit down?"

"Okay, then I'll punish myself with three glasses first!" Dabai was also bold, picked up the wine glass, and drank three glasses in a row.

If it were normal, with Dabai's character, he would definitely have to joke a few words with the doll. But after all, on this occasion, some words are naturally inappropriate.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, he picked up the wine glass again and said to Kong Zhenghui: "Old Kong, I can't come to the funeral today, so I will apologize to you. I will respect you with this glass."

Kong Zhenghui also drank a lot at the moment, his face was a little red, he waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, I still respect you."

The two clinked their glasses and drank each other.

"Be careful, the old man has suffered a lot." Seeing that Kong Zhenghui was in a low mood, Dabai couldn't help persuading him.

"Oh, I was just thinking... I'm in my thirties and I've been confused until today... I'm nothing." Kong Zhenghui was in a very low mood, and kept toasting to the crowd. He was drunk and talked more: " Thinking back to the five of us starting a business together, now some have become wealthy idlers, some have become diplomats, and some are under one person, above ten thousand...Only me...shit is not, huh, huh, my hands are gone. "

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"Oh, don't say that either."

"Actually, when you were arrested by Jiang Zheng last time, Xiao Yu was also very anxious. That night, there was almost a military collision...!" Yu Mingyuan also persuaded.

"Hehe, I don't mean anything else. I just drink some wine and feel bored." Kong Zhenghui glanced at the crowd, picked up the bottle and continued to pour himself wine: "Forget it, let's not talk about it, let's talk about something happy... !"

After the words fell, Kong Zhengqi beside him also drank a lot, his face flushed, he turned his head and said to Yu Mingyuan: "Brother Mingyuan, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, we were all with you at the time, now that you don't play, we I don’t know what’s the point of continuing.”

Yu Mingyuan's face was slightly stiff, and Wen Xiaorou beside him also frowned slightly.

Everyone's expressions were not very good-looking, and Kong Zhenghui also waved his hands: "Zhengqi, you drank too much, what are you talking about!"

"Some words, I've been holding them back for a long time." Kong Zhengqi waved his hand, and poured out the complaints in his stomach through the strength of alcohol: "Brother, I am wronged for you! How easy have you been these years, hardworking, Advising and working hard for the association, as a result, the association is not reused, and a... crippled. Brother, you are not married yet!"

While speaking, Kong Zhengqi couldn't help but shed tears, and he didn't know whether he was drinking and showing his true feelings, or he was telling Yu Mingyuan and others about his inner grievances.

In his opinion, his cousin followed Yu Mingyuan. Now that Yu Mingyuan has withdrawn, Kong Zhenghui actually has little room for development.

To put it bluntly, when the Tongji Society split up, whether it was the upper-level layout or the fake show was actually done, Kong Zhenghui had a real conflict with Su Tianyu in this.

Just this kind of relationship? Is it possible for others to reuse themselves? Marginalization is certain.

Kong Zhengqi thought so, and wiped the corners of his eyes again: "Brother, I..."

"Okay!" Kong Zhenghui interrupted him again: "Stop talking, you drank too much."

Kong Zhengqi originally wanted to continue pouring bitter water, but seeing his cousin's face, he had no choice but to stand up: "Don't let me talk, then I'll pee."

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The rest of the people in the room didn't look very good.

…

After leaving the room, Kong Zhengqi staggered into the bathroom next to him, and unbuttoned his trouser waist to relieve the pressure on his bladder.

He stood in front of the toilet, his eyes were straight, his mouth was slightly opened, and his consciousness was a little dazed. At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

"Drip Lingling!"

Kong Zhengqi pulled up his trousers, took out his cell phone to check, it was an unfamiliar number, and answered the call drunkenly: "Hello? Who is it?"

A polite voice rang on the phone: "Hello, Mr. Kong, I am from the Discipline Inspection Team of the Bureau of Statistics. Your funeral should be over by now. Please come to the Bureau of Statistics tomorrow morning."