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Chapter 304 The Meng Family of Weisi (Please subscribe, please recommend a monthly ticket!)

These days are the busiest days for the Meng family. Meng Yongshou, who lives in Zhuhua City, Yannan District, is the founder of Yongshou Leather Factory, which ranks first in the local area and even in the entire Yannan District.

Orders from the tannery are pouring in like snowflakes every day. Meng Yongshou's family has entered the rich list of Yannan District for many years, and has been the richest man in Zhuhua City for the past five years.

For Meng Yongshou, he is a very busy person. He deals with business matters every day and has to manage some departments.

Otherwise, the pollutants emitted by the Yongshou Tannery Factory would have shut down the company with an area of ​​100,000 square meters and more than 4,000 full-time employees.

Not only that, Meng Yongshou's factory has solved the employment problem of nearby residents. He himself has been doing charity work, and has been focusing on investment in water source management.

As for the real purpose, maybe only he and a few people know it.

In the past few days, Meng Yongshou was not busy with business, but was busy with family affairs. His 86-year-old father passed away.

As a well-known figure in the city, the Meng family's funeral could not be handled too carelessly, and many important figures had to come to express their condolences, which almost became a social gathering.

It is estimated that it will take about seven days before and after.

Originally, the funeral parlor in the city had regulations that the remains of the mourning hall must be cremated and buried three days later, but Meng Yongshou abruptly postponed the cremation time by four days in order to maximize the relationship between various parties, and stated that he would cremate Mr. Meng in a week .

During the past few days of vigil, Meng Yongshou returned home on time at 11:00 every day, and never stayed vigil in the mourning hall.

Under his leadership, the other relatives also went to deal with it and put on a show. Basically, after Meng Yongshou entertained the last group of guests who came to express their condolences, as soon as he left, the other relatives followed.

Those who guard the mourning hall are all employees from the factory, and there are also people who Meng Yongshou temporarily invited to pretend to be dutiful sons.

Today is the fourth day of the wake, which is the day when the cremation has exceeded the regulations of the funeral home.

For Meng Yongshou, money can pass through the mind, and it's no big deal to extend the time, as long as the goal can be achieved.

After returning home on time at eleven o'clock as usual, his wife Pan Ya, who had already returned home early, was already asleep at this time. Children usually play outside at this time, and it is common to go home at one or two in the morning.

But the situation is special these days. Meng Yongshou stipulated that the two children must stay at home, so the two returned from the funeral home with their mother. They were still awake at this time. Lie on the bed in your bedroom and check your phone.

After a busy day at the reception, he didn't eat much, and Meng Yongshou's body couldn't take it anymore. He was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower first, and asked the chef Aunt Kuang to go to the kitchen to fry two fried eggs and cook a bowl of noodles at the same time.

The family villa has a front and back yard, and a swimming pool in the back yard. In the past, Meng Yongshou would go for a night swim before going to bed, but now he is really in no mood.

After taking a shower, he went back to the bedroom, and after a while Aunt Kuang brought a bowl of cooked noodles on a delicate plate, and put two fried eggs on the noodles, the aroma was overflowing.

It is said that Aunt Kuang used to be a chef in a five-star restaurant, and was recruited by Meng Yongshou with a high salary to serve the Meng family.

Afraid of waking his wife, Meng Yongshou put on his nightgown and went out of the bedroom, and started making noodles in the restaurant on the second floor.

Aunt Kuang made another cup of steaming milk for him, and said, Mr. Meng, eat first, I'll go down and clean up the kitchen, and I'll come back to collect the tableware later.

Well, you are busy with your work, go to bed early. Meng Yongshou took a bite of the fried egg and nodded.

Aunt Kuang quickly went downstairs.

Meng Yongshou's body fat is not unrelated to his eating habits, but fortunately, this man is tall, although he looks a little bloated, but it gives people an illusion of burly.

Aunt Kuang's cooking skills are very good. A simple bowl of noodles is served with a long bone soup, sprinkled with some chopped green onions, and served with freshly cooked fried eggs. It is oily but not greasy. Meng Yongshou will eat it soon over.

The aroma of the soup was very strong, he drank it in a big gulp, and it would soon reach the bottom of the bowl.

But at this moment, Meng Yongshou was stunned for a moment, he felt as if there was a figure standing not far away.

Holding the bowl in both hands, he looked up, and saw Aunt Kuang who had just left, standing at the door of the restaurant, looking at him tremblingly.

Meng Yongshou put down the bowl, and said with a surprised face: What's the matter? Aunt Kuang.

At this moment, Aunt Kuang's face was pale, her lips were blue, her limbs couldn't help trembling slightly, her hands couldn't help but grasp the door frame, as if she was afraid of falling, as if her thinking was also confused, and it took Meng Yongshou to ask this question for a while before finally knowing the answer .

Mr. Meng, Mr. Mr. Mr. He is back.

What?! Meng Yongshou stood up abruptly and threw his chopsticks on the table, You mean, I...my dad...is back?

Aunt Kuang was already unable to answer, she leaned against the door frame and nodded.

Who brought him back? Meng Yongshou said.

No. Aunt Kuang quickly waved her hand, It seems to be him. He came back and is in the kitchen.

No, it's impossible.

Meng Yongshou rushed out of the restaurant on the second floor, walked to the corridor leading to the stairs on the first floor, and said in his mouth: Wake up my wife...don't call the child first.

When he came to the stairs, Meng Yongshou's face had also turned pale. He shivered involuntarily, as if he remembered something, turned back to the dining room, and picked up the mobile phone on the table.

Seeing that Aunt Kuang was still leaning against the door frame, she said angrily, Quickly wake Pan Ya up!

Only then did Aunt Kuang react, and hurried towards the bedroom with trembling hands and feet.

Meng Yongshou dialed the phone while approaching the stairs, and after someone answered the phone, he said, Zhengping, are you still in the mourning hall?

Zhengping is the office director of the factory, surnamed Bai, and he has been leading a few people from the factory, together with invited mourners pretending to be filial sons, to keep watch over the past few days.

This Bai Zhengping hesitated, and replied: Boss, I just came out now, and I am going to have supper, and I will go back immediately, I will go back immediately.

Go back immediately. Meng Yongshou lowered his voice and roared angrily: Go and see if my father is still there...he is lying in the ice coffin, call me as soon as he sees clearly.

Ah! Bai Zhengping was obviously very frightened over there. Before he hung up the phone, there was the sound of closing the car door and starting to run back.

The guy was clearly about to drive away from the funeral home.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yongshou had already walked down the stairs on the first floor. He was holding the phone tightly in his hand, his palms turned purple, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

Meng Yongshou's gaze was fixed on the door that turned left at the stairs, which was the direction leading to the kitchen.

He looked up at the second floor, but there was no sound, and he didn't know if the damn Aunt Kuang woke up Pan Ya.

Meng Yongshou had goose bumps all over his body and his head was numb. To be honest, he didn't believe Aunt Kuang's words.

After all, there were people watching over the mourning hall. If the old man really wanted to climb out of the ice coffin and walk back home, he might not be seen during this period, so the chances were too low.

But in this era of frequent weirdness, anyone who has anything to do with this aspect will not feel frightened.

Thinking wildly, Meng Yongshou walked carefully to the door of the kitchen, stood outside, and looked into the kitchen.

The villa was brightly lit, and there were lights everywhere, so his vision was very good. Just looking at it this way, he saw a short and thin figure standing in front of the kitchen counter with his back to the door. The man moved his hands in front of him. what are you doing.

Looking behind him, the figure was wearing black clothes, but Meng Yongshou didn't quite know it. He had the impression that his father was wearing a dark shroud, but he wasn't sure about the exact style.

Before and after the old man was lying in the ice coffin, Meng Yongshou was busy with the reception. Even the shroud was arranged by Bai Zhengping, so he didn't have time to pay attention.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at the silent figure in front of him, Meng Yongshou's body became cold for a while.

Although it's a distance away, I'm not sure, but at least there is a 50% chance that the person in front of me is my father.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang, vibrating while ringing. The sound was not too loud, but in this quiet environment, Meng Yongshou sounded louder than beating gongs and drums.

He didn't need to think about it, but he knew it was Bai Zhengping's call, and he was negligent just now and didn't mute the phone at all.

At the same time as the bell rang, the black-clothed figure who had been standing in front of the kitchen counter, not knowing what he was doing, suddenly stopped moving, put his hands down, and slowly raised his lowered head.

At this moment, Meng Yongshou felt that his heart was about to stop beating, his lips were slightly parted, and he stared at the motionless figure with his back to him dripping with cold sweat.

At this time, he had already quickly pressed the answer button, the ringtone disappeared, and the call was connected, but he struggled for a long time before putting the phone to his ear.

Bai Zhengping's voice came, revealing a sense of panic: Old...old...boss, did you hear me? Master...is gone, the ice coffin...is empty, just now I went out for supper, I'm going to the bathroom , didn’t notice that there was…”

Meng Yongshou couldn't hear the next words, because the person in front of him was turning around, so frightened that he put down his mobile phone, and stared helplessly at the familiar wrinkled old face turned towards him.

dad!