The richest man Yang Fei

Moreover, Chen Mo's mother would not agree to let Chen Shengli come over.

The village party secretary asked again: "Do you want to invite people from the village? Logically speaking, the whole village will come to drink at funerals in the village."

Yang Fei said: "Let's do it! Do you need to notify the villagers?"

The village party secretary said: "No, the village is so big. Once the suona is blown, the earth gun is sounded, and there is such a big commotion in the ancestral hall, it must have spread all over the place, and they will naturally come."

Yang Fei nodded, and said: "Then I will trouble you, the people who come are all guests, and all the banquets will be arranged."

The village branch secretary asked, "Where are you? How many tables are there?"

Yang Fei was not good at making decisions, so he pulled Chen Mo aside to discuss.

Chen Mo asked three questions.

The mouse heard it nearby, and said, "Young Master Fei, if there are not many people, wouldn't it look too shabby? In the countryside, there are only two things that matter most about ostentation, one is marriage, and the other is funeral. Then two or three times!"

Yang Fei said: "Then make the show bigger!"

The mouse said: "Just post an obituary in the group. Let's just say that Secretary Chen's grandmother passed away on a certain day in a certain year, and the funeral is scheduled to take place on a certain day in a certain year, with Fei Shao's name signed. The one who should come, naturally coming."

Chen Mo was taken aback: "This? It's unnecessary, right? It's not good to make too much noise."

The mouse said: "Young Master Fei has come to attend your grandma's funeral. If you say this is not a big event, you can't justify it! It's your family's banquet, but it's supporting Fei Shao's face."

Yang Fei said: "The mouse is right. A tree has a skin, and a person has a face. Your mother just moved back to her hometown. I'm afraid that someone will look down on her. If you make the scene bigger today, the villagers will naturally know that your home is outside." If you do well, you won't dare to do anything to your mother in the future, and you'll have to treat her a little less in everything."

The mouse said: "That's the reason. On our side, people who have no money have to borrow money to prop up the scene! This is the only time in a person's life, so let's have a good time! Money is a bastard. If you don’t bring it with you when you die, what will you do if you don’t spend it?”

Chen Mo gave a wry smile speechlessly: "Yang Fei, you can make the decision, my mind is in a mess."

Yang Fei said: "Then I'll tell Ning Xin and ask her to spread the news in the company."

Chen Mo hummed, feeling very grateful to Yang Fei.

What face does Yang Fei want?

His name is face!

He did this only for Chen Mo!

Yang Fei called Ning Xin.

Ning Xin said: "I just discussed with Xiang Qiao whether we should go to the funeral or not, shall we all go?"

Yang Fei said: "Alright, you can arrange your work and arrive on the day of the funeral."

Ning Xin agreed, and drafted an obituary instead of Yang Fei, and sent it to the bosses of each branch.

The ancestral hall was very busy, and there were quarrels at the gate.

Yang Fei told the mouse: "Go and see, what's going on?"

The mouse ran out and saw a well-dressed fat man driving a BMW parked in front of the main entrance of the ancestral hall.

The fat man was leaning against the car body, and was yelling loudly: "Who opened the gate of the ancestral hall? Any cat or dog can enter the ancestral hall? If you are not from the village or your surname, you are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall for funerals!"

The village party secretary jumped out and shouted: "Xu Jie, don't make trouble!"

Xu Jie sneered and said, "Secretary, I don't know how much gift money you received from others? Are you working so hard to organize a funeral for a stranger?"

The village branch secretary blushed and waved his hands, "Don't spitting blood! Who accepted the gift money?"

Xu Jie said coldly: "If you confiscated their money, why did you work for them? Did you open the door of this ancestral hall?"

"Yes, I opened it, what's the matter?" The village party secretary put his hands on his hips and put on a majestic expression.

"This is the ancestral hall of all of us, and it's not yours alone. You can open it as soon as you say it? You are the village party secretary, not the patriarch! In the family, it's not your turn to speak!" Xu Jie completely ignored the village. The branch secretary took it seriously.

The village party secretary was furious: "Good Xu Jie, you are going to rebel!"

Xu Jie said: "I still have the guts to turn against your party secretary!"

The village party secretary pointed at Xu Jie and said with trembling fingers, "You have nothing to do here, get out of here!"

Xu Jie patted his BMW and shouted arrogantly: "You opened the door of the ancestral hall, and I have no ability to close it. However, this is our ancestral hall. You opened the door without our permission." For outsiders to use, we just parked this car here in order to express our dissatisfaction, and I will wait for a month, anyway, I have plenty of cars to use!"

The car blocked the main entrance, not to mention that it was inconvenient for people to get in and out, how could the coffin get out after three days?

Blocked for a month?

Then this funeral will be a joke!

There are more and more villagers watching the excitement, and they all have a spectator mentality. No one speaks for the village party secretary, and no one supports Xu Jie.

At this time, a stern voice came: "I'll give you 5 minutes to drive the car away obediently! Otherwise, I'll ask someone to smash it!"

The richest man Yang Fei

Chapter 1278 I'm so poor that I only have 100 million left?

This is said proudly and coldly!

In an instant, the focus of the audience shifted from Xu Jie, who was making trouble, to the person who said this.

Xu Jie also raised his head involuntarily, looking at the young man who walked out slowly.

"Who are you? Dare to say this to me? Do you know whose village this is?" Xu Jie stared at the visitor with a look of hostility.

"Bold!" Mouse snarled, "This is our boss!"

"Hahaha, boss!" Xu Jie said contemptuously, "In these days, no one dares to call himself a boss! Those who sell pork in the vegetable market, or those who sell Mala Tang on the street, which one is not the boss?"

Yang Fei looked down on him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "There are still 4 minutes."

Xu Jie said angrily: "Four you mad four! I just said to block you for a month, now I will block you for forty days!"

Yang Fei was calm and relaxed, with his hands behind his back, looking at the distant scenery with cold eyes, as if this person did not exist in his eyes.

Xu Jie raised his left hand, pointed to the watch on his wrist, and said loudly: "Do you want to time it? I will help you! This is a Swiss Rolex watch, 48 yuan a watch! It is more accurate than your watch." !"

Yang Fei shook his head slowly.

This kind of local tyrant is obviously different from what is described on the Internet in later generations!

Wearing a 30 yuan cotton T-shirt, 25 yuan a pair of big trousers, [-] yuan a pair of flip-flops, and a Swiss watch worth hundreds of thousands, this is the standard equipment of the rich!

If a reporter walked up to him and interviewed him with a microphone, uncle, if you have 100 million, what would you do?