Bai Wushuang was only in his twenties. According to the customs of Hua Xia, if one was not an elder, there would usually be no memorial service. Everything could be simple.
Bai Wuxia was indeed a spoiled brat at that time. But after staying in Feng Ming Mountain for more than 20 years, his temperament had long been polished.
So after Bai Wushuang passed away, the old monk who took over the Bai family only went through the motions and buried Bai Wushuang.
At the burial, Wang Qi cried his heart out.
He knew that his brother, who was about the same age as him, would no longer take him to the amusement park, and would no longer accompany him to eat junk food. He would no longer accompany him to do his homework.
No matter how outsiders criticized this ugly brother, no matter how outsiders accused him of the mistakes he had made. But in Wang Qi's eyes, Bai Wushuang was the best brother in the world.
He only had one brother.
As the king of the northeast, Linghu Duyi's reputation and influence were limited to the northeast. Outside of that black land, his reputation in Sijiu City did not achieve the desired effect.
Because in this city, there was more than one big shot who could suppress him.
Therefore, although his memorial service seemed lively, it wasn't very valuable.
Of course, it was not only because Linghu Duyi's reputation was not good enough. It also included that he had offended the Zhao family, which made many people hesitate to take action. It also included Linghu Duyi's memorial service, which was held on the same day as the famous Lord Ye.
Compared with Lord Ye, all the big shots in Hua Xia's business world were not qualified. Including Lin Laoyao.
He was a legendary old man. He was also a kind and benevolent old man. There were countless juniors in the business world who had received his kindness. Even the reason why Lin Laoyao could have today's achievements. It was also thanks to Lord Ye's mercy. He did not kill them all.
Sage?
Of course, Lord Ye did not count. Otherwise, he would not have such a deep hatred with the Zhao family.
But an old man who lived to Lord Ye's age was still respected and respected by countless big shots in the same industry. It was not just a matter of his own ability. It was also about his moral character and noble sentiments.
On the day of the memorial service, the sky in Sijiu City was very hazy. Although it wasn't to the point where one wouldn't be able to see their fingers in front of them, the driver would definitely slow down to prevent any uncontrollable accidents.
When Xiao Zheng arrived at the Ye Residence, the first person he met was the organizer of this memorial service, Ye Canghua.
"Why don't you stay in the hospital?" Ye Canghua frowned slightly. "I'm here. You don't have to worry."
"I didn't want to worry about it." Xiao Zheng's gaze fell on the coffin as he spoke in a low voice. "I just wanted to send you off."
Ye Canghua's eyes were slightly red as she lightly patted his shoulder. "Thank you."
He was just his wife's grandfather.
At the end of the day, many husbands might not have the heart. It was only out of respect for the secular world that he had no choice but to be filial.
But Ye Canghua could tell that Xiao Zheng was not a hypocritical person. He really wanted to send Lord Ye on his last journey. That kind of friendship could not be deceived.
The Ye Residence was not big. It was the old mansion that the old man had lived in all his life.
Outside the iron fence, luxury cars were constantly stopping.
The courtyard was filled with wreaths sent by the bigwigs of various fields. Most of those who could rush back were here. Those who could not rush back, except for the commissioner who came to pay their respects. They would even personally call the Ye Residence to express their condolences.
Compared to Bai Ziwen. Lord Ye's status and influence were much higher.
Even more bigwigs of the political world attended.
But the Ye Residence was really not big. Most of the bigwigs left in a hurry after paying their respects. This was also Lord Ye's intention. He did not want to cause too much of a commotion after his death. This was not in line with the old man's low-key style.
But his passing away was a sensational event to begin with. How could it be decided by a memorial service?
As Lin Huayin's husband, Xiao Zheng had the right to wear mourning clothes. So during the whole process, he received many guests.
Even though his body was not in good condition, he still maintained his politeness and did not embarrass the Ye Residence.
After paying their respects, it was the eulogy.
First, a few bigwigs went on stage to speak. They described the struggle with the Ye Residence. They also expressed their deep sorrow for Lord Ye's passing.
Finally, it was Lord Ye's eldest daughter, Ye Yuhua, who went on stage to give a eulogy.
"Thank you all for coming from afar. Today is a day of sorrow. "
Ye Yuhua bowed deeply. Not much pain could be seen on her peaceful face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
The tears that should have been shed had already dried up.
For a bigwig like Ye Yuhua, she did not like and would not show off in front of others. She went on stage to speak, not for the outsiders, but because she had a few words to say.
"When the old man was still alive, he often said that his life was worth living. What should have been his, what shouldn't have been his, he had it all. He experienced the waves of the times and also enjoyed the benefits of the reform and opening up. He had a harder life than many people, but he was also happier than many people. "
Ye Yuhua said clearly, "We, the younger generation, are disappointing. He was angry when he should be, and he also lost his temper when he should be. He did not hold it in, nor did he pretend to be magnanimous. He was a cute little old man. "
"These two years, I have been thinking about a problem. If the old man passed away one day. Who would take over the Ye Residence? That playful little brother of mine? Let him do some small business. Let him take over the Ye Residence, but I am afraid that he would be tired and not willing to do it. "
"The Ye Residence is the old man's life's work. This is not measured by money. It is also not built by the so-called benefits of connections. In the hearts of the Ye family, this is the old man's first real home in Yanjing. "
"It is also our home."
"From now on, I will take good care of this family. I do not seek to continue the glory, but I also cannot go downhill. I have hurt the old man's heart. "
The people below the stage listened to Ye Yuhua's eulogy. Their hearts were filled with shock.
Especially the last words, didn't it confirm a thought that had been speculated by countless people?
Ye Yuhua was finally going to take over the Ye Residence!
From now on, Ye Fenghuang's illustrious position would be confirmed in Sijiu City!
And Xiao Zheng, who was standing behind Ye Fenghuang, would also have a terrifying external aid!
In the hearts of countless people in Sijiu City, there was always a question.
In the end, Lin Laoyao, who was like the sun in the sky, was stronger. Or was it the world famous Ye Fenghuang?
The undefeated legend created by Lin Laoyao, would it fail in front of Ye Fenghuang?
One must know that Lin Laoyao, at that time, was only a super cook in Ye Fenghuang's family.
Now that Ye Fenghuang had reappeared in Jianghu, what would the situation in Sijiu City be like?
This terrifying woman reappeared in Jianghu, it could be said that a slight move in one part would affect the whole body. She had accumulated a lot of connections in the past, and countless elders who relied on her to become rich. But they were all still alive and in their prime!
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