Game within game: chess player

"Mr. Ye, you are such a generous person. You turned this courtyard into a clubhouse quietly." Wang Junhe entered the Xiyuan accompanied by Ye Fang. Looking at the scenery in the Xiyuan, he sighed repeatedly that he was rich. very nice.

"It's winter now, and there's nothing visible. It's the most beautiful autumn. This ginkgo tree is the first scenery in the capital in autumn." The two came to the ginkgo tree in the middle of the yard, and Ye Fang pointed at the ginkgo tree and said to Wang Junhe.

"After the club opens, Mr. Ye will reserve a room for me. The legal fees for negotiating business here will at least double." Wang Junhe said firmly.

"I may not be able to help you with this. You have to ask the boss here." Ye Fang spread his hands and said pretending to be helpless.

"Boss, Mr. Ye, aren't you the boss here?" Wang Junhe didn't realize that Ye Fang was joking at all.

"Lawyer Wang's private room has been prepared for a long time. If you come at any time, I will make tea for you." Not far away, Xiaozhuang's figure came gracefully. Xiaozhuang specially bought himself a piece of old Beijing aristocratic cotton. The cheongsam, a simple and elegant light color, embroidered with a few pink plum blossoms, looked particularly eye-catching on Xiaozhuang's graceful body. Wang Junhe actually stayed on the spot.

"Xiaozhuang is the boss lady here? Mr. Ye, you are really a hidden beauty in a golden house!" Wang Junhe teased.

"Boss two, stop standing outside. It's very dusty here with people coming and going. Come into the inner hall." Xiaozhuang said with a smile.

"Oh, I originally thought that Boss Ye would be miserable during the New Year. I never thought that with such a beauty by his side, living in this courtyard, the life of an immortal could only be like this." Wang Junhe said with emotion.

"If Director Wang wants to hide his beauty in a golden house, he can do it here at Xiyuan at any time." Xiao Zhuangjiao said with a smile.

"Boss Zhuang, stop making fun of me, otherwise your sister-in-law will skin me." Wang Junhe said with a smile.

"It's okay, we'll keep this matter a secret from you." Ye Fang agreed.

The laughter of the three people making jokes could be heard from time to time in the veranda, which made Ye Fang feel that such a life was really comfortable.

"Such a big thing happened on New Year's Eve. You should call me. Did the Ma family make things difficult for you?" When Wang Junhe came to the inner hall and heard Ye Fang talking about the assassination that happened on New Year's Eve, he couldn't help but feel scared.

"I didn't kill the person. If I made it clear and made a record, it would be fine, so I didn't tell anyone." Ye Fang said.

Wang Junhe carefully thought about the thrilling experience. After reviewing the review, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. The timing was slightly off, and Wang Junhe estimated that he saw Ye Fang in the morgue now.

"No, I have to find you a bodyguard and driver. Your current identity security level must be raised. The security team cannot protect you all year round." Wang Junhe said firmly.

Ye Fang waved his hand and said, "No need to make a fuss, ordinary gangsters can't do anything to me."

"Just listen to me on this matter." Wang Junhe said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

Seeing Wang Junhe's persistence, Ye Fang said nothing more.

"I will accompany you to the funeral tomorrow." Wang Junhe volunteered.

"Why are you coming with me during the Chinese New Year? If you don't mind the bad luck, I can just go by myself. I will bow and come back when I get there." Ye Fang waved his hand.

"I'd better go with you. If anything happens, I can give you some advice from a legal perspective." Wang Junhe said.

"Let Brother Wang go with you, otherwise I won't worry about it either." Xiaozhuang persuaded.

When Wang Junhe heard that there was a different meaning in Xiaozhuang's words, he understood it but did not point it out.

"Okay, let's go together then."

Early the next morning, Wang Junhe picked up Ye Fang at the gate of Xiyuan and drove straight to the West Beijing Cemetery. Jingxi Cemetery is one of the four major cemeteries in old Beijing. It is the best cemetery in the capital besides Babao Mountain. Those who can have a long-term resting place here are wealthy families in the capital, so Wang Junhe is very interested in the Ma family being able to stay here. It is not unusual to have a funeral, and it must be grand.

But what surprised Ye Fang and Wang Junhe was that they did not see a busy scene when they arrived at the West Beijing Cemetery. They only saw Ma Zhengping's secretary Xu Ping waiting for Ye Fang at the entrance of the funeral home. After the three of them met and exchanged brief greetings, Ye Fang and Wang Junhe followed Xu Ping and walked towards the depths of the funeral parlor. The funeral parlor in West Beijing Cemetery did not have the cold atmosphere of ordinary funeral parlors at all. On the contrary, it looked like a luxurious five-star hotel, with every aspect. The Living and the Dead show its luxury.

Xu Ping brought the two of them to a small hall with an area of ​​only more than 200 square meters. Ye Fang looked at the number of people attending the funeral, and there were no more than ten people in total. Except for Ma Guoqing's parents, although Ye Fang didn't know anyone else, Judging from their appearance and mannerisms, they should all be members of the Ma family.

"Obviously you don't want outsiders to know about this funeral, so it seems that only your own family members are attending." Wang Junhe whispered in Ye Fang's ear.

Ye Fang nodded, said nothing, and stood at the back.

The funeral started soon, and the process couldn't be simpler. Ma Zhengping's wife Wang Xiuyun fainted from crying, which made Ye Fang feel very sad. Ma Zhengping looked calm. After bidding farewell to the body, Ma Guoqing was sent directly to the cremator. The rest of the Ma family looked at Ye Fang with strange expressions when they passed by him. It seemed that he should not be there. it's here.

Ye Fang did not avoid it, but looked back at the people of the Ma family with an indifferent expression.

Soon Xu Ping came over and asked Ye Fang to meet him alone in the side hall. Wang Junhe wanted to follow but Xu Ping stopped him. Ye Fang signaled Wang Junhe to wait for him outside.

There was no one else in the side hall except Ma Zhengping, who was looking out the window with his back to Ye Fang, smoking one cigarette after another. I have to say that Ma Zhengping's aura is really strong. Even the action of smoking with his back to Ye Fang is very oppressive, making Ye Fang feel a little heavy breathing. This kind of aura cannot be cultivated through decades of fighting in shopping malls. In front of the towering tree like Ma Zhengping, Ye Fang is just a nameless grass.

After a while, Ma Zhengping put out his last cigarette and turned around to see Ye Fang. He said in a tired voice, "Sit down."

Ye Fang sat down and looked at Ma Zhengping. He didn't know how to persuade him for a moment, so he could only say, "My condolences, Mr. Ma."

Ma Zhengping nodded and said, "The most common thing that everyone who attends a funeral says is mourning, but who can really do it? It is said that time can dilute everything, but isn't the thing we lack most is time?"

"Mr. Ma, when it comes to Ma National Day, I don't lose because of the results, but because of my feelings. Especially when I see my aunt's grief, I feel that I should do something to the best of my ability. If there is any Just tell me what you need me to do." Ye Fang asked straightforwardly.