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Qin Sheng had once read a sentence, "How high must a man reach in order to avoid dying a nameless death?"
Did Han Guoping count?
It seemed that his death had only caused a ripple in the upper circles, but to the majority of ordinary people, his death was like a pebble thrown into a lake. It couldn't cause a huge wave and was completely insignificant.
What about him?
If an accident really happened during this trip to Tianshui, how many people would know that he was dead and how many would cry for him?
Qin Sheng laughed at himself. He could not die yet, so he had to fight for it. It was not the first time he had encountered such a crisis in the past two years.
It was the first time for Qin Sheng to take a private jet. He was not excited at all. After all, he was not a hothead who had never seen the world. Since he was a child, he had been nurtured by his grandfather to have this kind of character, so he did not value these worldly possessions.
Han Bing, who was sitting opposite, was also staring out of the window. Maybe she was thinking about what Qin Sheng was thinking. Han Guoping and his wife's ashes were placed on the seat next to them. Chen Bei Ming and Old Wu sat behind them.
"You didn't sleep well last night, did you? I'll wake you up when we get there. There are many things to do in Tianshui," Qin Sheng said softly, feeling sorry for Han Bing.
Han Guoping's death was a huge blow to Han Bing. From that day onwards, she could not return to her former self. She felt an invisible pressure that was about to crush her.
"Okay." Han Bing nodded. She was really tired, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep soon after.
Qin Sheng looked at the exhausted Han Bing. She had lost a lot of weight these few days. Her face was pale and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was no longer the Ms. Perfect who had been arrogant when they first met.
Qin Sheng sighed.
Our fathers are our biggest support. When they fall, we who do not want to grow up have to grow up.
It took two and a half hours to fly from Shanghai to Tianshui, Gansu Province.
Tianshui was a small city, but it was considered a good city in the western region, excluding the provincial capitals. Tianshui Airport was very small and there were only a few flights to the nearby provincial capitals.
When the plane landed, Han Bing and Qin Sheng walked out of the airport with Han Guoping and his wife's urns in their arms. Han Bing took a deep breath of the dry air, gritted her teeth and said, "Dad, Mom, we are going home."
The air was filled with the smell of loess and sand. It was already the end of October. Compared to Shanghai, which was still warm, this place had already entered the rhythm of winter.
On the tarmac of the airport, the relatives of the Han Family had been waiting for a long time. When a man achieves the Dao, even his chickens and dogs rise to the heavens. Han Guoping's life in Shanghai was limitless, and these relatives of his from his hometown had also become local tycoons under his protection.
Han Guoping's hometown was some distance away from Tianshui City. It was located in the mountains 30 kilometers southeast of the city. It belonged to the Maiji District. The most famous place nearby was the Maiji Grotto, but it was still some distance away from their Han Village.
After getting used to the skyscrapers in Shanghai, looking at the endless mountains in the northwest, it actually had a special charm. This mountain was called Long Mountain, which belonged to the Qinling Mountains like Zhongnan Mountains. The Han Village was at the foot of a small mountain, which was also called Wangye Mountain. There had never been a Wangye, but the most powerful person there was Han Guoping.
This was Han Guoping's hometown. After Han Guoping became rich, he naturally did not forget about this place. The village road and the highway that led to the provincial road outside were all built with Han Guoping's money. There were also dozens of new houses in the village and a small square.
Although most of the relatives of the Han Family had moved to the city or Lanzhou, they would return to their hometown during Chinese New Year. Therefore, when Han Guoping was in trouble this time, the villagers came to help.
Qin Sheng, who had lived in Zhongnan Mountains since he was young, had a natural affinity with the mountains. He sat in the car and stared at the mountains outside. Han Bing, who was sitting in the back, asked, "Is it far from Xi 'an?"
Qin Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Not far. Xi 'an is 300 kilometers east from Tianshui. It will only take a few hours."
"Oh, I have not been to Xi 'an," Han Bing said in a low voice.
Qin Sheng nodded and said, "If there is a chance, I will bring you around."
"Why don't we go to Xi 'an the day after tomorrow?" Han Bing did not want to go back to Shanghai. She wanted to relax outside.
However, Qin Sheng did not dare to let her continue to stay because it would be more dangerous. Moreover, there were many things in Shanghai that Han Bing needed to deal with, so Qin Sheng did not answer.
After arriving at Han Village, Qin Sheng saw from afar that the small square had already been set up with red and white tents. The villagers were busy, and there were cooks and women preparing the banquet. Han Guoping and his wife's mourning hall was set up in the Han Family's courtyard, which was the same as the customs in Xi 'an.
When the motorcade arrived at the Han Family, the relatives of the Han Family surrounded them. The women began to cry bitterly, as well as Han Guoping's cousins. Qin Sheng did not know who was really sad and who was pretending to be sad.
At this time, the funeral band also started to play sad music. The atmosphere was extremely sad. Han Bing was already in tears. Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming just followed behind, they were afraid that someone would take advantage of the situation.
Han Bing's uncle was in charge of the whole funeral. Under his guidance, everyone entered the Han Family's gate and invited Han Guoping and his wife's ashes into the mourning hall. Then, they began to burn incense and kowtow.
Whether it was the Han Family or the other villagers in Han Village, their houses were the kind of bungalows that were common in the northwest. There was a door, front yard, main house and backyard.
Han Bing was wearing mourning clothes. She knelt on both sides with Han Guoping's nephews and nieces, welcoming the relatives and friends who came to mourn.
Old Wu went out for a stroll. Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming stood by the side. Chen Bei Ming said in a low voice, "You go eat first, I'll take over later."
The two had already discussed that they would not leave Han Bing's side 24 hours a day. One of them must be present at all times.
The funeral would continue until the next morning after the burial. This period was also the most chaotic and complicated. Time passed gradually. Dusk came and went, and finally, night came.
It was a little cold at night in the northwest.
At this time, Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming were even more worried. They were always on guard against unknown dangers. After the banquet in the evening, there was a simple memorial service. Han Guoping's brother was to read the eulogy.
The outside was crowded with relatives and friends. When the memorial service was over, Han Bing got up and wanted to go to the toilet. Danger finally appeared.
A man wearing a white mourning hat hid a dagger in his hand. He blended into the crowd and looked at Han Bing with a sinister look. Chen Bei Ming and Qin Sheng followed Han Bing. When the man was about to get close to Han Bing, Chen Bei Ming immediately rushed in front of Han Bing and held the man's wrist tightly. Then, he carried the man and pushed him to the corner.
Qin Sheng pulled Han Bing. Their bodies blocked everyone's sight. Han Bing still did not know what was going on.
Chen Bei Ming and the killer secretly competed with each other with the dagger. In the end, Chen Bei Ming was stronger. He directly stabbed the dagger into the killer's abdomen. After stabbing several times, he covered the man's mouth to prevent him from screaming.
When Chen Bei Ming hugged the killer and left, ready to deal with this trouble, Qin Sheng also pulled Han Bing back to the back room. At this time, it was safest to stay in the room. No one else noticed this little episode.
After the memorial service ended, the relatives and friends who were supposed to go back had already left. It was very cold outside, so the remaining people also went back to their rooms. When Qin Sheng and Han Bing walked deep into the corridor, another man directly rushed towards Han Bing with a machete.
In a split second, Qin Sheng, who was shocked, quickly pushed Han Bing away. Han Bing staggered from the push and almost fell to the ground. Qin Sheng dodged in a hurry, but the tip of the knife still cut his shoulder.
"Damn it!" Qin Sheng cursed in his heart.
After the furious Qin Sheng came back to his senses, he lifted his leg and kicked towards the side of the killer's face. However, it was blocked by the killer's arm. The killer's machete in his hand once again slashed towards Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng bent down to avoid it. Before the killer turned around, he directly hit the killer's back with his elbow. Then, he reached out to grab the killer's arm and used all his strength to knee the killer's fragile face.
Just when Qin Sheng and the killer were fighting desperately, Han Bing stared at them dumbfoundedly. She was so scared that she forgot to scream for help. However, the real crisis only appeared at this time.
Another killer rushed over from the courtyard. This time, it was not a dagger, nor was it a machete, nor was it anything else. It was a pitch-black gun.
After seeing Han Bing, the killer immediately pointed the gun at her.
Qin Sheng, who had already seen the killer, could not care less at this time even if he had the power to turn the situation around.
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