Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 510 Funeral Committee

Shi Dongchu was sent away.

Li Zaihua left the ward expressionlessly.

Before leaving, Ding Qing looked at Shi Dongchu who died with regret, and for some reason a trace of sadness arose in his heart.

Will his future be the same.

Ding Qing's face changed slightly, then he shook his head and stopped thinking, turned around and left pushing the medical cart.

The two bodyguards outside the door couldn't help but look at each other when they saw people coming out one after another.

When Ding Lu passed by, he whispered, "I'll see a doctor in an hour!"
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3:13am.

A bodyguard enters the ward.

What followed was a heart-piercing roar.

"President. President, what's wrong with you!"

Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard rushed out of the room to find the doctor on duty.

The doctor on duty shook his head after checking with an ugly face.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do!"

Hearing the sound, the bodyguard picked up the doctor's collar and asked loudly, "Tell me, how did the president die!"

The doctor swallowed in fright, and tremblingly said: "It looks like a heart attack, and the body needs to be dissected to be more specific."

Hearing the heart attack, the bodyguard let go of the doctor, and silently took out his mobile phone to dial the number.

After dozens of seconds, the call was connected.

"Director Li, the president had a heart attack in the middle of the night."

A word stirred up a thousand waves.

Shortly after.

The ward was packed with high-ranking officials from the Golden Gate sect.

One of the directors stared angrily at the body covered with a white cloth on the hospital bed.

Li Zhongjiu burst into tears even more, but there was a hint of joy in the depths of his eyes.

Director Zhang is sad on the surface, but he is very unhappy in his heart. Shi Dong died too soon, and his plan has not been completed.

Ding Qinghu had tears in his eyes, as if he was really saddened by Shi Dongchu's death.

However, behind the mourning, the directors have their own ghosts.

After Shi Dongchu died, Li Zhongjiu had the greatest power and benefited the most.

As the most promising successor president of the Golden Gate Sect, he gave orders.

"Everyone, now is not the time to be sad, we have to prepare for the chairman's funeral and set up a funeral committee"

Before Li Zhongjiu could finish speaking, a director A who had a problem with him interrupted.

"Director Li, what do you mean by that? Are you too anxious to deal with the funeral before the cause of the president's death is found out?"

I heard this.

The corner of Director Zhang's mouth raised slightly, and it disappeared in a flash.

The director A who spoke was his man.

Li Zhongjiu was furious.

He's among the people who least want Shi Dongchu to die of murder.

Because that would lead to chaos within the Golden Gate Sect, and in case of accidental internal strife, the loss outweighs the gain.

What Li Zhongjiu wanted was the complete Golden Gate School and [Golden Gate Group].

"You think someone killed the president."

"Now that you know, it looks like you made a move on the president!"

Director A was taken aback.

"Director Li, don't wrong people casually, I'm just guessing."

Li Zhongjiu wished he could give Director A a slap.

"Fart, you didn't hear the doctor just now, the president died of a heart attack."

"Don't forget, what was the reason why the president was in the detention center before he was hospitalized? It was also a heart attack."

After some remarks, Director A was speechless.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Li Zhongjiu showed complacency.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's decide on the members of the funeral committee first"

"I propose that I be the chairman of the funeral committee."

The voice fell.

Li Zhongjiu's ambition is like Sima Zhao's heart, clearly revealed.

The dog legs were defeated, and Director Zhang had no choice but to fight in person.

"Director Li, I think the chairman of the funeral committee should be someone with high morals and respect."

How could he easily give Li Zhongjiu a chance to expand his prestige.

Li Zhongjiu frowned, then pointed at himself.

"Director Zhang, am I not respected enough!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head abruptly and cast a fierce glance at everyone.

"You say, am I qualified to be the chairman of the committee!"

all of a sudden.

Eight directors stood up.

"Director Li, I support you."

"Director Li, if you are not qualified, then others are even less qualified."

"Director Li, the position of chairman of the funeral committee is none other than you."

"Director Lee"

Hearing the sound of flattery in his ears, Li Zhongjiu looked triumphant.

"Well, everyone heard it"

Not finished.

Director Zhang said with a smile: "Zhong Jiu, the burden of the funeral committee is too heavy, I'm afraid you can't handle it by yourself."

"How about this, change the chairmen of the funeral committee to three, and you, me, and director Ding will be in charge together!"

Having said that, he looked at Ding Qing who said nothing.

"Director Ding, what do you think?"

Director Zhang knew very well that he couldn't bear it alone, so he could only draw Ding Qing to resist Li Zhongjiu.

The two of them are natural allies at the moment.

Of course Ding Qing understood what the old ghost meant.

But the directors who were qualified to compete for the chairman of the Golden Gate Sect were all dead in his eyes.

In the past, Ding Qing might have fought, but now it is purely wrong to fight with a group of dying people.

"Director Zhang, you know that my casino is newly opened, and there are endless things to deal with every day"

"The funeral committee, I won't join in the fun"

If you don't fight, you won't fight, but it can't make Li Zhongjiu feel better.

"However, I think your attention is very good. Director Li cannot bear the burden alone. I recommend Director Yang to be the president of the union!"

Director Yang, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment when he saw the flames of war suddenly burning on him.

Director Zhang's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"I agree with Director Ding's nomination of Director Yang to be the chairman of the federation."

Director A jumped out again.

"I also agree with Director Yang as the president of the federation."

The cronies of Director Zhang and Director Yang jumped out one after another to support their boss.

Although the neutral directors are unwilling to meddle in other affairs, they also know that Li Zhongjiu's family cannot be dominated.

If he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from Li Zhongjiu's hand in the future, he just took this opportunity to show him some color.

A neutral director said: "I agree with what Director Ding said. Director Yang has high morals, and there is no problem in being the president of the federation!"

There was No. 1 neutrality director remark.

Among the other neutral directors, some supported Li Zhongjiu, some supported Director Zhang, and some supported Director Yang.

But in the end, Li Zhongjiu's plan fell through.

Those in favor of setting up a three-person joint funeral committee accounted for the majority.

Li Zhongjiu didn't dare to offend the public, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach.

As for how Shi Dongchu died, whether he had a heart attack or committed suicide, no one cared.

Although the market value of [Golden Gate Group] is only one-fifth of that at its peak, there are quite a lot of high-quality assets.

What they are more concerned about is to carve up the Golden Gate faction and [Golden Gate Group].

The funeral committee was established.

Director Yang looked at Ding Qing with resentment.

He originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but was pushed to the foreground.

It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, and Director Yang can't do it anymore if he wants to shirk it.

Ding Qing opened his mouth and said: "Since the funeral committee has been established, I will leave it to you to contact other gangs. I will find someone to sort out the president's body!"

(End of this chapter)