Chapter 585: Funeral without tears (3)

On October 20, the rain and rain remained. Today is Qin'an's funeral. No newspapers, no gold, no public sacrifice, no sunrise, everything is simple.
Qin An was born in Luoyang. He was born in an old industrial area in the 1960s, so the funeral was held in Luoyang.
The large and small wreaths are filled with the inside and outside of the Lingtang. The names of Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling and others are listed.
In the funeral hall, Cipri Polombescu's violin "narrative music" is playing in a loop. People wearing corsages talked to each other and kept their volume deliberately.
On the white table clothes are long bright lamps, incense burners and several popular Romanian old film films.
The old man in the old Zhongshan suit greeted every guest who came to pay homage in person and talked. Many people for the first time saw this two-spotted old man, they couldn't believe it. This is the candle-ninth candlestick that has the same reputation as Yan Fu.
Li Yan and his party also came to pay condolences to Qin An. After meeting with Zhu Jiuyin, the three saluted the statue, then led by An Jing and arranged to sit in the corner.
"Your flower."
An Jing passed a white corsage to Dan Niang.
Two or more seats, as well as Yan Zhaohui representatives who are qualified for the reserve, do not need to wear corsages in advance. These people are often the best in Yan Zhaohui. No matter whether they have a nepotism, their personal hard power must be very good. Yan Zhao held an important position at the meeting. There is no need to participate in the battle.
An Jing smiled to Li Yan and Cha Xiaodao: "We last met at the shooting range, you should remember."
"Of course, Miss An Jing."
"Just call my name."
Li Yan bowed his head lightly, with a more restrained manner.
Some of these people present have one side, such as Zhao Jianzhong, Zhan Yuejin, and Wen Wenji. Some people have dealt with him but haven't met before. They must be recognized by An Jing, such as Su Ling and Houtu. .
The funeral had no suffering master, and Yan Zhaohui was in full charge of the funeral. The people present were, without exception, Yan Fu walking.
Those who are banquet members, deacons, and men and women accomplices are even relatively domineering agents. There are also two representatives with six divisions.
"Sit down first. I'll say hello to other guests."
After speaking, An Jing walked away.
In sadness, three or two groups of guests have complicated eyes to look at the people coming and going, some smirk each other politely, some are anxious to explore their old friends or partners, and some bow their heads in their seats and contemplate. Most people are of course the old faces at the Yan Zhao conference, but the number of new people still exceeds the expectations of many people. No one was crying at the funeral, but it was terribly depressed.
Zhan Xiaodao sniffed, and then punched Li Yan's arm: "I went out to smoke a cigarette."
Li Yan nodded, Cha Xiaodao got up and left, Li Yan's eyes passed the crowd unconsciously.
To be honest, Qin An's funeral is much simpler than Li Yan imagined. The waves that set off were only in Yan Fu's circle. Apart from bringing several large accidents without heads and tails to Luoyang, they hardly caused any chain reaction.
One of the reasons is, of course, that Qin An has traveled for thousands of years, and the high-level representatives who were buried with him are a group of people with a loose and free personality. Many people have not even returned for several years and have been included in the missing population.
More is the result of deliberate suppression by Yan Zhaohui's senior management.
"what?"
Li Yan's eyes were frozen, and he saw a pair of familiar men and women.
"Mr. Qin is an amazing person. You've seen him before, and he shouldn't have died like this."
Yang Yan's palm was shaking with the violin's rhythm. He stared at the long light not far away and said to Bai Xiaoru beside him.
"Go back and talk, don't think about the trouble."
Bai Xiao glanced at Yang Yan.
Yang Yan smiled: "I won't."
Suddenly, he felt Li Yan's gaze, as opposed to Li Yan's four eyes, for a while, the two smiled at each other, and looked away invariably.
The music of "The Narrative" is like a stormy wind.
Zhu Jiuyin sat beside Zhao Jianzhong, scratching his red eyes with his rough palms: "It's almost here."
Zhao Jianzhong didn't answer. He listened to the music carefully and nodded for a long time: "I'll rest assured Xiao's funeral will be taken care of by you."
"what I should do."
Zhao Jianzhong frowned suddenly, and said to Zhuo Jiuyin with a strong smile, "Are we too big? We have hired too many people?"
"People are dead, there is no reason why they should not be condemned."
Both old men bowed their heads.
The beetle came quickly: "It's almost time, Mr. Zhuo, this is an eulogy."
He handed the eulogy prepared in advance to Zhu Jiuyin.
"No." Zhu Jiuyin pushed away the hand of the worm, just about to go out. Was stopped by Zhao Jianzhong.
"Jiuyin, exercise restraint."
Zhu Jiuyin glanced at Zhao Jianzhong before picking up the eulogy in An Jing's hand.
He walked up to the stage in the complicated eyes of everyone, and looked down at the eulogy in his hand.
"Today we are deeply grieved and deeply mourn ..."
Speaking of half, Zhu Jiuyin's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the violin playing stopped in time.
After a few seconds of cold play, everyone found out that without the violin cover, the atmosphere of the funeral was so strange and awkward.
Zhu Jiuyin continued, "I deeply mourn my good friend, Qin An. Qin An and I have been good friends and brothers for decades. But not long ago, he was killed."
The old man's words suddenly turned sharply: "No matter who is doing it, I must thoroughly investigate it, and I will never let him go."
Having said that, he stepped out of the stage, and the two eulogy of paper were stopped abruptly.
a long time.
Solitary, untimely applause at the funeral.
This is a black woman sitting in the front row with scars on her eyes.
Yang Ye, the second applause, was bland.
There were tens of applause, and there were only dozens of people. Most of them came to the funeral very early, and they were not scratching their heads like other people. Instead, sit quietly from beginning to end without saying a word.
At this moment, these people applauded after a short eulogy of Zhu Jiuyin, which lasted for more than ten seconds.
The funeral scene of hundreds of people became more and more silent, everyone looked different, Su Ling expressionless, Zhan Yuejin closed his eyelids with trembling, and Zhao Jianzhong sighed softly: "Go on."
His voice had just fallen, and a huge blast came from outside the hall.
Everyone stunned in disbelief first, followed by an irresistible force, and the horrible malice and anger instantly drowned everyone present.
Maybe it was an illusion. Zhu Jiuyin added a lot of wrinkles and white hair. He stood up dumbly, and the black tide-like malicious pressure made nobody move.
Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Hou Tu, Fearless Sanzang, one with a somber face slowly got up.
No matter who it is, for whatever reason, the consequence of disturbing this funeral is to face the anger of almost the entire Yan Zhaohui.
The door was open, and there was blood all over the door. A representative in charge of welcoming the guests was pulled out of a blood hole in the chest and was vomiting blood.
Cha Xiaodao supported his body, and his neck was also torn by unknown gadgets.
A wolf howling man crawled on his knees at the door. His right leg was ripped apart to support the body and he continued to scratch his head while he was scratching his head while crying miserably.
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