Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 9: The salute fires and the war song begins! salute!

Is Zhao Li really simple? Was his life really ordinary?

Is he really just another person, as mediocre as he seems?

If it were before, everyone's answer would be yes.

But now, with the appearance of the man in black and the beautiful woman, this answer is obviously wrong.

Thinking like this, everyone looked away from the tombstone in confusion.

When everyone was in a state of confusion, staring blankly at the old red flag.

boom--

There was a sound of a door closing, neither soft nor heavy.

Everyone looked at the sound.

A man in black holds a black umbrella and protects an old man with white hair.

The white-haired old man had white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looked a little old, but it could not conceal the majesty of the old man and the aura of someone who had been in power for a long time.

Wearing a straight, well-fitting Mao suit with a very smooth surface, the fabric looks very high-end. The white-haired old man looks several years younger under this Mao suit.

The white-haired old man stepped forward, his hands naturally hanging on his sides, and he stood slightly in front of the beautiful woman.

Just standing there, the white-haired old man was not angry and intimidating, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Like a beautiful woman, the white-haired old man stood there without saying a word. His eyes were not big, but he stared at the direction of the tombstone with great concentration.

Wow——

The crowd was in an uproar.

When the white-haired old man appeared, there was a lot of discussion. Some old people couldn't help but widen their eyes, while some younger people couldn't see the reason.

"This old man...this old man is not simple! Absolutely not simple!"

"You don't have to tell me! Who can wear a Chinese tunic suit now! Sitting on the red flag...in the Chinese tunic suit...couldn't this also be to pay homage to Zhao Li?!"

"Is Lao Zhao really as poor as we think... Is he really just an ordinary person?"

"No...I don't know!"

At this time, Zhao Li's four comrades were all dumbfounded and looked at the white-haired old man. Their eyes were full of horror and could not accommodate other emotions.

Old-style tunic suit, no license plate.

Just these two things, even wealthy people immersed in the business world know what this really means.

That is what scares them the most.

No matter how turbulent and powerful they are in the business world, they can only surrender in front of such people.

Coupled with the aura of superiority exuded by the white-haired old man, they seemed to have lost their voices.

"How could...how could such a person...appear at Lao Zhao's funeral!" Zhang Zheng's tone changed. It was no longer possible for him to maintain a calm expression. He was stunned and stared at the white-haired old man.

With the appearance of the white-haired old man, huge waves arose in his heart.

This white-haired old man in Chinese tunic suit is a person that Zhang Zhengdu cannot touch, a person that he may never hope to see in his life.

But today, I actually saw it at the funeral of one of my comrades, an old friend who had spent his whole life doing nothing, who was too ordinary to be ordinary, who had been poor and worked hard all his life...

The red flag of no license plate, the well-trained mysterious man in black, the beautiful woman whose identity is unknown, and the white-haired old man wearing an old-style Chinese tunic suit who is not angry and self-confident...

A terrible idea came to Zhang Zheng's mind.

This idea shocked him, and he even began to wonder whether he was at Zhao Li's funeral or attending a high-level meeting.

If it was just suspicion before, now Zhang Zheng can confirm that what he had in mind was correct!

For a moment, the expressions of the brothers were as if they were petrified, and their necks seemed to be imprisoned by something, but they twisted inch by inch and looked at the tombstone.

Boom——

Boom——

Just at this time.

Several loud noises came from nowhere, interrupting everyone's thoughts, and once again forced their eyes back to where the white-haired old man and the mysterious man in black were standing.

"The gun salute... is actually a gun salute!" Zhang Zheng murmured and opened his mouth.

When the other three comrades heard this, their expressions changed with shock, and the shock swept through their bodies and minds.

Although it was only a few words, they knew what it meant from Zhang Zheng's mouth.

Boom——

[Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...]

The loud noise was still coming, but a piece of music sounded inexplicably all around, a piece of music that no one had ever heard.

This piece of music has no lyrics, only rhythm. At first, the rhythm is very low and depressing. But as the melody unfolds, the rhythm gradually becomes more exciting, and every beat hits everyone's hearts hard.

A battlefield seemed to emerge before the eyes of everyone present, with swords and swords flashing, guns flying, war spreading everywhere, and traces of shell damage everywhere...

Sudden--

[Deng, Deng, Deng...]

The rhythm of the music suddenly accelerated, just when no one expected it.

The white-haired old man, the mysterious man in black, and the beautiful woman moved together.

Brush brush brush——

They faced the tombstone, raised their hands in unison, and gave a very standard military salute in the direction of the tombstone.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

The sad atmosphere in the Ridge Cemetery was even stronger, but it added a touch of solemnity.

Time seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at the white-haired old man and the man in black.

Their eyes were full of surprise, their mouths were wide open, and their expressions were filled with surprise and fear.

A terrifying thought appeared in everyone's mind, but at this time, no one spoke, or in other words, no one dared to speak.

Everyone stood there, forgetting the passage of time, forgetting that they were in a funeral, and even forgetting themselves.

In their eyes, there was only the mysterious man saluting the tombstone, and in their hearts, there was only that terrifying thought that made countless of them tremble, but they couldn't believe it.

Time passed by in this almost static way.

【Deng ding den. 】

The music that had hit everyone's hearts countless times stopped.

At the same time, the white-haired old man, the mysterious man in black, and the beautiful woman slowly lowered their hands.

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