Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 6: Come in, don’t keep the old man waiting for too long!

After saying that, the old man in a straight suit turned around and waved to the black Volkswagen.

The deputy standing next to the Volkswagen saw this, ran a few steps forward, and whispered: "Zhang Chu."

The old man in a suit spoke in a lonely and low voice: "Bring everything here."

"yes!"

The deputy quickly ran back to the military vehicle, opened the trunk, and took out a wreath, a bouquet of plain flowers, and a black plastic bag.

The drivers of several luxury cars behind the Volkswagen also took action at this time. They all went to the trunk and took out the application items their boss had prepared in advance.

Then, under the leadership of the deputy, several people hurriedly placed all the things on both sides of the open space in front of the tomb.

[Brother Lan, Master Zhao Li, through the ages]

[The peach garden is frosty and cold, and I shed tears and throw the piano. Tears are shed on the orchid platform, and it is difficult to have a meal - Yu Meng's brother Zhang Zheng paid homage. 】

[Brother Lan, Master Zhao Li, through the ages]

【The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the sound and appearance are still there. Sacrificing oneself for others and keeping a simple family tradition - Yu Meng's younger brother Wang Changping paid homage. 】

【……】

The four old comrades placed the four curtains one by one.

Seeing this, everyone present sighed with regret.

It can be seen that everyone's curiosity and doubts have reached their peak when they saw the signature of the four curtains.

"Black Volkswagen with white background license plate...Rolls-Royce, Maybach, Bentley...Who are these people, Zhao? Are they signed as allies?"

"Zhang Zheng... wait, this must be someone within the system! I just heard it sounded like Zhang Chu..."

"By the way, do you know that Lao Zhao still has these friends?"

"Hasn't Lao Zhao been poor all his life? How come he still knows these friends?"

"I've never heard him say that. Could it be that Lao Zhao is very low-key?"

Just when everyone was confused.

Zhao Li's close relatives spoke. He waved his hands, shook his head and said speechlessly: "Why are you keeping a low profile? Old Zhao has been really poor his whole life. Those are his comrades, and now they are all doing well."

Not many people knew Zhao Li's comrades, except this close relative, only a few people.

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

"That's not right, they are doing so well, why is Lao Zhao so miserable?" Someone soon discovered something suspicious.

The close relative sighed: "It's not because of Lao Zhao's donkey temper. His comrades tried to help him countless times, but Lao Zhao refused them all and turned against him whenever he spoke."

The words fell.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then all turned to look at the tombstone. The old man with a smile on his lips couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Li is indeed such a person. He has been a good man all his life, but in the end, he got nothing.

Others might have become rich a long time ago, but Zhao Li was truly poor all his life, and in the end he had no money for medical treatment.

How could it not be a pity to pass away at the age of over sixty?

But these friends could still visit him after his death, which is enough to prove how strong the comradeship between them was.

In front of the tombstone.

Zhao Yi and Zhao Na knelt sideways to the tombstone with their heads lowered, as if they wanted to hide their eyes that were swollen from crying and their sad expressions.

Zhang Zheng took the black plastic bag from the deputy's hand and took out a completely white bottle with no label on it.

"Did you bring this wine?" Wang Changping was slightly surprised by the old man on crutches standing behind him.

Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Old Zhao took a fancy to this bottle of wine before he was alive. I couldn't bear to part with it at the time, but now that I think about it...if I had known better, I would have given it to him."

He had treasured this bottle of wine for 20 years. He originally thought that he would wait and find an opportunity to drink it together with the brothers, but who would have thought that Zhao Li would take the first step.

Click——

He unscrewed the bottle cap very decisively, picked up the prepared cups, poured five glasses of wine, placed one glass in front of Zhao Li's tombstone, and the other four glasses, one for each person.

Zhang Zheng raised his glass, faced the tombstone, and sighed: "Old Zhao, I didn't expect that the time to drink this wine would be at such a time..."

Wang Changping supported his body and raised his glass to the tombstone: "Old Zhao, you have worked hard and tired all your life, so take a good rest."

"Brother Zhao is a good man, but a good man... why can't he live a long life... What the hell!" Wu Ye, the fat old man, cursed and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Liu Wenyuan sighed: "Brother Zhao, if you weren't so stubborn, you wouldn't have been poor and worked hard all your life, you... ugh!"

"Okay, the one who dies is the most important, let's send Brother Zhao off for the last journey!" Zhang Zheng shouted in a deep voice.

The four of them looked up at the same time and put the wine in their glasses into their mouths mixed with tears.

This scene made everyone around him sigh with regret. In addition to sadness, the expressions on their faces also had a hint of regret.

…

At the same time, right where the black Volkswagen was parked.

Standing here were three men and one woman, a total of four young people aged 17 or 8. They were each wearing exquisite black plain clothes that looked valuable, with a white flower pinned to their front.

But the four young people did not come forward to worship. Instead, they stood here, with impatience and dissatisfaction written on their faces.

These four people were none other than Zhao Li's four old comrades-in-arms, their respective grandchildren.

"How long are we going to stay here? What's the point of coming here?" Zhang Haoran lifted the pebbles at his feet and said boredly.

Wang Jian sighed: "Really, grandpa asked me to come over. I really don't know why I came here. I might as well play games at home. By the way, I recently discovered a super fun game!"

Liu Yewen immediately opened his eyes and asked in pursuit: "What game is it? Tell me."

Wu Tong, the only girl among the four, clasped his hands behind his back, quickly interrupted: "Brother Haoran, Brother Jian, Brother Ye Wen, wouldn't it be bad if we didn't go there? I heard grandpa say that it was them. best friend."

Zhang Haoran made a sound: "What kind of best friend is just a pauper? He is the only one? Is he worthy of our worship?"

Wang Jian snorted coldly: "That's right, that kind of person will die as soon as he dies. What's the big deal? He has never helped us with anything. My grandfather has helped him a lot."

Yewen Liu pinched her chin: “When it’s over, where should we go to play?”

"How about going to that store last time? The experience in that store was really good!" Wang Jian suggested.

Wu Tong's red lips slightly opened and he sighed: "Today, the dead are the most important. Isn't it a good idea for us to say this? If grandpa hears this..."

The words were spoken, but the other three people were happily discussing where to go and what to play for a while.

Both the driver and the deputy who came with Zhang Zheng frowned after hearing the words of these children.

Although these children came with their respective grandfathers to attend other people's funerals.

But regardless of whether this person is related to them or not, it is really not a good idea to say such things at someone else's funeral.

What's more, the deceased had a deep relationship with their grandfather.

On the day of the funeral, the deceased is the most important person. Don’t you understand this?

But no one dared to express the sadness in their hearts.

After all, none of these four children is the apple of those old men's eyes.

Besides those four, can anyone here say anything?

There is another one, and that is the one who is now locked in the small rectangular box...

Thinking like this, several people couldn't help but shake their heads.

…

Fenglan Mountain Cemetery is hundreds of meters away from Zhao Li's grave.

There are three cars parked here. The first car is a red flag without a license plate, followed by two black off-road vehicles.

The leading car has no license plate and the red flag is on.

The white-haired old man in Chinese tunic uniform was still sitting in the driver's seat, and the co-pilot was still a beautiful woman.

Both of them turned their heads and looked toward the northwest of Ling Cemetery through the black-filmed windows.

These two people were not the only ones in the car, there was also a figure sitting in the back seat.

The figure raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch.

Then, he turned his head and looked to the northwest of Ling Cemetery.

"Get ready to enter. We can't keep Mr. Zhao waiting too long." Zhang Ye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a flash of confidence in his black eyes, and crossed his hands on his knees.

Zhang Ye came in person this time. He did not choose to use a remote camera in the store to observe the funeral process.

He wanted to observe closely what kind of effect the plan he planned could achieve.

But of course, he will never show up. Someone will do the work of showing up. He just needs to sit quietly in the car and watch.

However, Zhang Ye was very excited just thinking about the plan he planned for Mr. Zhao to appear before senior people.

This is definitely in line with Mr. Zhao's last wish, and it can definitely make the entire funeral full of excitement.

He has this confidence.

Next, it’s time to witness everything!

The white-haired old man in the driver's seat nodded slightly.

Buzz——

The white-haired old man stepped on the accelerator slightly, and the unlicensed red flag car slowly headed northwest.

At the same time, two black off-road vehicles followed closely behind.

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