I am a funeral anchor, and the one who pays attention to the whole network is scared to death!

The untimely death is completely different from the old man's death. The bereaved guests present are very sorry, and the atmosphere on the scene is a bit bleak.

In silence, the funeral banquet began.

Those sitting at the main table were all Xiao Zhuang's immediate relatives, and it was also the table that cried the most.

A table of banquets, almost no one moved chopsticks.

Among them, the most distressing one is Xiaozhuang's second uncle.

Uncle Zhuang is a baijiu lover, he owns a small wine shop, and usually drinks two catties a day with meals.

As the old saying goes, if you stand in front of your nephew's door, you are not considered a poor man.

Xiaozhuang's second uncle had no children, and he loved Xiaozhuang very much since he was a child, almost treating him as his own son.

After drinking half a catty of wine, Uncle Zhuang gradually choked up and began to confide in his heart.

"Hey, Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang, why are you riding that broken motorcycle? Today, a white-haired man gives a black-haired man... I don't even want to live anymore!"

As for the emotion, he even blamed Father Zhuang for this incident.

"Brother, I'm not talking about you, Xiao Zhuang wants to buy a motorcycle, why don't you agree?"

"Even if you don't agree, why don't you let him tell me, I'll just buy him a broken motorcycle!"

"You let him go out on a horizon, aren't you courting death?!"

"You are a father, why don't you let me adopt Xiaozhuang when you are young!"

"Hey, he's disobedient... I'm also to blame. I thought he wouldn't ride if I said a few words."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhuang's father was not angry, but bowed his head in shame.

For this matter, he felt somewhat guilty.

If I had known today, I would have bought a regular car for my son even if I wasted money.

"My great nephew, I haven't even drank a few bottles of good wine, and I haven't even drunk the wedding wine that my uncle saved for you... Hey... Uncle will drink it for you!"

With that said, Uncle Zhuang picked up the baijiu and directly blew the bottle.

"Goooooooo~"

Soon, the wine bottle was dried up, and Uncle Zhuang was still very upset.

Everyone knew his drinking capacity, so they didn't stop him.

So, Uncle Zhuang opened another bottle of wine, picked it up and blew it.

"Gudu~"

However, just after taking a sip of wine, Uncle Zhuang suddenly stopped his movements.

"It's not right, this wine is not right!"

Picking up the wine bottle and sniffing it, Uncle Zhuang frowned instantly.

"There is definitely something wrong with this wine!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass and poured a glass, then smelled the aroma of the wine carefully, and took another sip.

Then, he closed his eyes and thought about it carefully.

After about seven or eight seconds, Uncle Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and threw the wine bottle on the ground.

"A horse rider! For my great nephew's funeral, give him fake wine?"

"Who bought the wine? Where did you buy it?"

"Don't let my nephew go well?!"

Uncle Zhuang's move immediately attracted the attention of the bereaved guests present, and everyone turned their attention.

"Second, what are you talking about, I can drink this wine without any problem."

"Second brother, Xiaozhuang's funeral wine, don't make trouble!"

"Boss, pull him to sit down."

Several seniors tried to persuade, but Uncle Zhuang couldn't listen to a word, and roared angrily:

"fart!"

"I've been drinking this wine since I was 15 years old, one bottle a day, is it true or not, can I still drink it?"

"Drinking fake wine at the funeral, I don't want my nephew to go away!"

Seeing this, Father Zhuang's expression gradually became serious.

Although he didn't want his son's funeral to be messed up, he was very clear about his own brother's alcohol taste and capacity.

He can say that he has 100% confidence in his brother's judgment.

If the wine was fake, wouldn't the son's funeral be ruined?

But this wine...is provided by Changhong Funeral, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

After pondering for a moment, Father Zhuang said:

"Second, sit down first and tell me what's going on."

"hold head high!"

Uncle Zhuang was dragged onto the bench by Zhuang's father, and he said in a very unhappy way:

"Brother, I have been drinking this twin's wine for 30 years, and I have never lost a pound a day."

"This fragrance-type pure grain wine has a cottony taste, rich aroma, slightly sweet taste, and endless aftertaste."

"But the box I opened just now has a strong sense of aging. It doesn't look like a 15-year-old wine at all, let alone 20 years, and the taste is also very lacking."

"So I'm sure, it's definitely blended with alcohol, but there is something added in it, so I can't drink it out in one sip!"

After Uncle Zhuang finished speaking professionally, the old drunkards couldn't help it anymore.

They ran over scrambling, took a bottle from a newly opened case of wine, poured a glass and tasted it carefully.

"Hiss... is it okay? I'm trying it."

"It's okay for me to drink it, but it may have been left for a long time."

"It seems to be better than the one I drank before."

……

Everyone tasted it for a full 3 minutes, but they still didn't understand why.

At this moment, an old man suddenly fell to the ground.

"No, no, headache, headache, oops!"

'Puff! '

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?!"

"Quick, help up!"

Seeing this, the mourner next to him hurried forward to help the husband up.

At this time, the old Wang's head was already unconscious, the roots of his ears were red and purple, and a small red spot appeared on his face.

Another well-informed old man immediately issued a judgment:

"Allergies, this is definitely an allergy, old sister-in-law, what medicine did Brother Wang take when he went out?"

Mrs. Wang anxiously explained: "I didn't eat! I didn't eat anything!"

"Didn't eat? It's like this after drinking a cup. Could it be an alcohol allergy?"

"Impossible! Old Wang Tou and I have been drinking since we were young, so it is impossible for him to be allergic to alcohol!"

"There is something wrong with this wine, there must be something added to it!"

"Quick, take the person to the hospital!"

During the conversation, the mourners had come to a conclusion on the authenticity of the baijiu, and the old Wangtou's son hurriedly ran out of the funeral banquet with him on his back.

The white-haired man gave the black-haired man, and because of a glass of wine, he almost took the white-haired man away with him!

This made the bereaved guests very angry, clamoring for Zhuang Fu to ask for an explanation.

"Boss, hurry up and ask him what he means. The funeral wine for Tama was drunk with fake wine. This is to give us a pot, right?"

"Is this funeral contracted by Changhong Funeral? Don't give me an explanation and destroy his shop!"

"That's right, fake wine for the funeral, how will Xiao Zhuang live down here?"

"..."

The scene became a bit chaotic, but Father Zhuang still maintained a semblance of reason.

The funeral has already begun, so there is no reason to give up halfway.

But you must not just send your son away with a few bottles of fake wine.

"Everyone, stop arguing! Everyone sit down and finish Xiaozhuang's funeral wine first, and then we can talk about it when it's over!"

"Second brother, ask your staff to bring over ten cases of wine and give you the money back."

"Understood, you did this, hey!"

After complaining, Uncle Zhuang turned his head and left.

When the host opened his mouth, the bereaved guests of course had to show some face and sit back in their seats one by one.

Soon, Uncle Zhuang brought the wine back, and the funeral continued.

……

A little closer, the funeral banquet ended, and the father of Zhuang sent the mourners away one by one.

Several immediate family members of Xiaozhuang had nothing left to do, and were going to ask Changhong Funeral for an explanation.

Chapter 55 My dad drank away! Where do you put it?

"Today's matter, we have to seek an explanation no matter what, but we have to pay attention to one thing."

"You must not expose your short video account. It is best to log out or hide it directly. Anyway, don't let the boss of Changhong Funeral pay attention."

"Although I know that Xiao Zhuang's death has nothing to do with the attention of the boss, but now it's so mysterious on the Internet, and he's not on the watch list, so we have to guard against it."

"When things happen, we can't afford to be dumb. I've had an interview with the owner of this company. He should be a reasonable person. Maybe they don't know about the fake wine. Let's settle the matter amicably. If it doesn’t work, go to the legal process.”

"Especially you, second child, don't go in and mess around."

After calming down, Zhuang's father rationally gave a wave of advice to everyone, and then rushed to the funeral shop with his family.

Meanwhile, the crematorium.

Zhang Fan watched with his own eyes the staff cut up the homeless man's body and sent it to the cremation furnace.

After a while, a system prompt sounded in my mind.

【Ding!The client has been cremated. 】

【Profit of this order: 3888】

[System rebate: 38000 (already legally credited)]

[Life reward: 3.5 years]

[After the life span is inherited, part of the customer's memories will be archived! 】

After the prompt sounded, Zhang Fan ignored it and watched as the cremation ceremony ended, and the homeless man's ashes were buried in a nearby cemetery.

The cemetery chose the lowest grade, 4500 yuan.

After the burial is over, it's time for the funeral wine.

After opening for such a long time, he finally opened two orders, plus the system rebates, this time Zhang Fan made a lot of money.

He decided to wait until evening to take the staff out for a luxury.

But before that, he had to do what he promised Xiao Shan first.

Taking advantage of Zhao and Yong's efforts to settle the fee, Zhang Fan sat in the rest area with his eyes slightly closed, and under the guidance of the system, he entered the perspective of the homeless man step by step.