Ultimate Pawn

Chen Zongheng stopped slowly, turned around, and said peacefully, "My white flower may have fallen."

"Hurry up and take it to the second son Huang's farewell tofu banquet, how can you not bring white flowers."

The waiter looked a little solemn, and handed a white flower to him.

"Remember, bring it on before entering the arena. Otherwise, if you are discovered by the Huang family, you may be beaten out." The waiter solemnly said.

This sentence is not a threat.

Participate in the farewell banquet of the second son of Huang, if you still don't know the etiquette. That is disrespect to the Huang family.

In the current situation, on such occasions...disrespect to the Huang family, then...is seeking a dead end.

"Oh, no problem." Chen Zongheng looked calm and quiet, took the white flowers handed by the waiter, and then walked towards the hotel corridor indifferently.

The entire hotel corridor is covered in white linen.

Looking into the eyes, it was white.

There are golden temples with paper sculptures, paper slaves, carriages...mansions...everything that was buried in silence.

Such a funeral scene can be described as Huihong.

Chen Zong passed through the corridor and came to the door of the tofu banquet hall.

At this time, the entire banquet hall was already full of guests.

Chen Zong spread his right hand gently, and the white flower in his hand instantly turned into powder and was blown to the ground.

How could he wear white flowers for the sake of a trivial young man?

He carried something more honorable on his shoulders. Not a territorial cause, not Kyushu Guangmu's immovable!

He rubbed his shiny leather shoes, stepped on the white powder on the ground, and just... walked into the banquet hall.

Looking around, Chen Zong glanced around in the banquet hall, and then slowly walked to a vacant dining table near the corner and took a seat.

The order of seats at the table is pre-booked according to regulations.

It's just that Chen Zongheng came uninvited and didn't care about it.

Randomly found an empty table and sat down.

...

At the same time, outside the Heping Hotel, a nanny car slowly drove in from the rain.

The car stopped.

The host Zhou Ruotong stepped out of the babysitter car helplessly.

She was dressed in a white dress, long black hair curled up, and a pretty face, she did not seem to be wearing any makeup.

Stepping on high heels, she walked into the Peace Hotel.

She was invited to attend the funeral of the second son of Huang.

Although, I really don't want to.

However, the Huang family power is monstrous. As a well-known local host in Shanghai and Shanghai, she can't get rid of it.

Moreover, there are requirements from the leaders of the host TV station behind the scenes.

She couldn't refuse at all.

"Ruotong, don't put on such a face. If you are seen by the Huang family, I'm afraid it's not good. You have to be natural and smile, don't you know?" Agent Ding reminded me cautiously from the side.

Zhou Ruotong was really helpless.

"Okay, Sister Ding, I know." After speaking, she stepped on high heels and reluctantly walked into the hotel.

...

At the same time, in the huge banquet hall of the hotel.

There was a lot of people and constant exchanges.

Chen Zong, wearing a white shirt, sat neatly at the corner table, but it did not arouse the suspicion of the people around him.

He lit a cigarette and scanned the surroundings quietly.

The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming...It seems that he is not there?

I glanced over, but didn't see Huang Zhengming's figure.

"Um, you seem to have taken my seat?" Suddenly, a magnetic voice floated from behind.

Chen Zongheng was taken aback, turned his head slightly, and saw the shadow of a white dress.

Zhou Ruotong looked at the man who had taken his seat in a puzzled look.

"Maybe they forgot to line up with my name, don't mind, let's go together?" Chen Zongheng was friendly with a slight curve.

"Oh, all right." Zhou Ruotong didn't mind, anyway, this dinner was also forced to come.

She didn't want to participate, and there was nothing wrong with being alone.

So, she gently squeezed the skirt of her dress and sat in the seat beside Chen Zongheng.

A few minutes later, a few more guests in neat suits found this table at the corner of the table and took their seats.

Obviously, those who came to the tofu feast today were all celebrities.

The small dining table in this corner was filled with guests in an instant.

However, due to the addition of Chen Zongheng, the location seemed a bit crowded.

At the dinner table, several guests communicated with each other. Some took the opportunity to slap the Huang family's flattery, while others lamented that the second son of Huang's death was so young that God does not have eyes long...

Then, several people talked about the gifts presented at the banquet.

"Second Young Master Huang passed away, I am sorry, Ding Mou, so I presented a piece of beautiful jade, glass type, hope the Second Young Master can patch the clouds under the spring."

"My old man, I have always had a good relationship with the Huang family. Now... the second son passed away early, and the sky has no eyes, so... I specially offer a pair of Ming Dynasty night pearls that are treasured for centuries..."

At the dinner table, the guests exchanged speeches one after another, and everyone knew the meaning of flattering.

Zhou Ruotong sat aside, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

A... an evil young son who has done a lot of evil... has passed away, so there are so many guests in memory of mourning?

This is too funny.

In the whole Jiangnan City, who did not know the evil that his second son Huang had done?

But at this moment, all the guests...but still regret and cherish the memory?

The atmosphere of this city...it's horrible. nausea.

However, Zhou Ruotong glanced beautifully, but suddenly found that the young man in white shirt beside him had not talked with anyone.

He just sat indifferently, and Zhou Ruotong seemed to be the most incompatible existence in the banquet hall.

"Eh, what's the relationship between you and the Huang family?" Zhou Ruotong asked, leaning close to him in curiosity.

Chen Zongheng was taken aback for a moment, and took a deep breath of the smoke ring.

"The enemy." He only uttered two words.

"Huh?" Zhou Ruotong was stunned.

"The enemy, are you coming to eat?" Her beautiful eyes became more suspicious, and she looked at the young man beside her.

"Why not?" Chen Zongheng looked faintly as he sat at the dining table indifferently.

"There must be a beginning and an end in doing things, to give people away, and to be sent to Xitian."

What he was referring to was naturally...Huang Honghui.

Huang Honghui was the one who killed him. Since he killed someone... then naturally, he had to give someone a last pass. Send the Buddha to the west, and send the corpse to hell.

It's just that Zhou Ruotong, who is on the side, can hear it in the mist, so I don't know why?

However, at the same time.

The crowd in the banquet hall suddenly began to boil.

I saw an old man in a white robe slowly... coming from the gate.

He is vigorous and full of strength.

He has a deep breath, just like a real dragon.

Huang's housekeeper, Huang Zhong, was there.

"Senior Huang is here."

"Xiaosheng, Zhou Jian, Zhou Family, pay homage to Senior Huang!"

"The Wang family, Wang Deshan, met Senior Huang."

With the appearance of Huang Zhong, all the guests in the banquet hall respectfully stepped forward and rushed to salute!

This, but the existence of the Huang family under one person and over ten thousand people.

Huang family Huang Zhong, powerful and powerful.

Although he is nearly a hundred years old, but...the power is overwhelming, and he is in the south of the Yangtze River.

This is a real hero.

Huang Zhong's eyes were calm and deep, his dark eyes looked around, and then step by step, he walked onto the stage directly in front of the banquet hall.

"Everyone, today, my second son, the last farewell banquet, thank you for your presence."

"Today, my old man, I only represent Master Huang Zhengming, for him... Thank you all for coming here." Huang Zhong's voice was hoarse and solemn, and said slowly.

Today, Patriarch Huang Zhengming did not personally attend the event, nor did he attend the banquet.

Everything is presided over by Huang Zhong.

Hear the words of Steward Huang. All the guests present were surprised and confused?

This, the second son of the tofu feast...the head of the Huang family, but did not attend?

How is this going?

People have speculated...but they don't know why.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, with the same sorrow with the sky. With all the guests present, the second son will definitely go well all the way under the yellow spring." Huang Zhong's eyes were deep and his voice was lonely.

Today, after all, it is a farewell banquet for the dead. He mourned and spoke solemnly.

After the opening remarks, Huang Zhong walked off the stage. Start to take a seat.

On the stage, it was handed over to a group of masters invited from Wutaishan to start playing the Erhu tune to send the dead one last farewell.

Accompanied by the melancholy erhu music, this tofu feast finally kicked off.

The waiters started to serve plates with plates of luxurious and sumptuous dishes.

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