Liu Boyang originally thought that the funeral of Mr. Hong more than a month ago was sensational enough, but he did not expect that the funeral of Mr. Song was far above him. Both the number of people and the scale reached an unprecedented level in G City.huaixiu.bsp

Not to mention the ordinary citizens who came to express their condolences, more than 200 relatives of the Song family in G City and surrounding cities all came. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all wore sackcloth and wore mourning.

More than 5,000 people, all under the leadership of the hall masters, dressed in black suits and white flowers, surrounded the entire cemetery to welcome guests paying condolences and maintain order on the scene.

There was also an endless stream of heavyweight guests who came to see Mr. Song off on his last journey. Countless well-known business tycoons, political figures, celebrities from the cultural circles, etc. all sent their own wreaths, even at the level of the provincial governor.

Senior officials also put aside their work and personally delivered white envelopes, not to mention the mayors, journalists and the like. Zhao Shuang's Meitian Chronicle was also among them. The whole scene was so shocking that Liu Boyang had to marvel at Mr. Song again.

prestige and social influence.

Before the entire funeral ceremony began, the mourning stopped, and there was a heavy silence in the whole place. On the mourning platform above the horizon, Song Jiayao, dressed in black and wearing a white scarf on her head, was pushed out by her mother. Because her current physical condition has not fully recovered.

, was so weak that she had to sit in a wheelchair to move. But at this moment, Song Jiayao's identity was completely different. She appeared as the new generation head of the Song family. Everyone present had to look at her with envy and admiration.

Respectful gaze.huaixiu.bsp;Song Jiayao's face no longer had the simplicity and innocence of the past. Instead, she looked a little sad and confused. She looked at the tens of thousands of condolences below and didn't know what to say. Liu Boyang, Yang

Lin led a large group of high-level leaders of the Fighting Soul Hall to stand beside her, one on the left and the other on the right. They immediately shocked the entire audience, and all those who were dissatisfied lowered their heads.

Song Jiayao glanced at Liu Boyang gratefully, and finally found her backbone. Then she read the eulogy she had already written to all the condolences in tears, and reiterated her grandfather's last will and testament. The crowd only made a small commotion.

, but didn’t dare to question loudly.

From now on, Liu Boyang will be promoted to the level of guest worship of the Song family. Except for Song Jiayao, he is the eldest in the entire Song family. All the wealth and connections that the old man has accumulated after living for eighty years are basically reserved for these two young people.

People.

Song Jiayao swallowed her tears and finished her eulogy, and the funeral began. People below came up one after another to bow and offer incense. Song Jiayao's mother was afraid that her daughter's health would not be able to bear it, so she pushed her to the back.

Just when Liu Boyang, Yang Lin and others were about to go to the back to have a rest, suddenly the old cat ran up in a hurry and said to Liu Boyang: "Brother Yang! Guess who I saw down there?"

"Who?" When Liu Boyang saw this guy, his head was raised and his face was full of panic. Could it be that he had seen a ghost?

"I was just standing down below to offer incense to the old man on behalf of the Red Gate, and I suddenly saw a man who looked exactly like Mr. Song standing not far from me! I almost thought the old man had faked his body! Go and find someone to take a look.

, is he still in the coffin?" the old cat asked with numbness on his scalp!

Yang Lin glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, what about pretending to be a corpse but not a corpse? Are you deceived?"

The old cat said anxiously: "It's absolutely true, I did see it! That old man looks exactly the same as Mr. Song. If you don't believe me, just ask Xiangdong, he saw it just now!"

At this time, Zhang Xiangdong also came up from behind and said: "It's true! Brother Yang, that old man is just like Mr. Song's twin brother. He is still down there now. Why don't you go over and take a look?"

Liu Boyang and Yang Lin looked at each other, and decisively led Gao Zhen Feihuzi Wan Ziliang and others behind them to quickly walk downstairs. "Brother Yang, look! That's the one offering the incense!" Zhang Xiangdong pointed to an old man with a stooped body and bowed in front of the coffin.

.huaixiu.bsp;Liu Boyang glanced over there and found to his surprise that the old man was exactly like what the old cat said. Except that he was slightly taller, he was exactly the same as Mr. Song!

"Brother Yang, do you remember that before he died, the old man said that he had a big brother or something? Could this person be his big brother?" Yang Lin reminded.

Liu Boyang nodded and said: "Remember! Lao Wu, you are responsible for keeping an eye on this person to see what he will do after the funeral. Before he died, the old man asked me to convey a few words to him, don't let him go."

"Okay!" Old Cat nodded heavily!

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The funeral ceremony lasted the whole morning. When all the condolences had expressed their final condolences, Mr. Song's coffin was carried out of the mourning hall by several young men from the War Soul Hall. There was already a crematorium vehicle parked below.

The old man's body was quickly loaded into a car and taken to the crematorium for cremation. The sad atmosphere in the audience reached its peak. Countless Song family members were running and crying after the hearse like crazy. Countless people followed and shed tears.

Liu Boyang and others did not follow the hearse to the crematorium. They stood not far away, watching Song Jiayao and the old man who looked very similar to Mr. Song crying and talking. Finally, Song Jiayao cried and threw herself into the old man's body.

In his arms, the pale old man hugged her tightly, gently patted her tender shoulders and comforted her for a long time. The two talked for a long time, but Liu Boyang didn't hear a word. Out of politeness, he didn't bother her.

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After the old man attended the funeral ceremony and talked with Song Jiayao, he decisively left. Liu Boyang noticed that the car he was riding in was a domestically made Dahongqi car parked outside the cemetery, a very high-end one.

The officials accompanying him were simply astonishing. For example, the governor of province S and the provincial party committee could only hang their tails at the back. However, people at the level of Zhao Shuangmei were not even qualified to have close contact with the elderly.

No.

Eight discreet personal bodyguards closely guarded the old man. One of them walked quickly to the big red flag, opened the car door, and asked the old man to get in. The old man nodded at the last moment with all the officials from Province S.

Greetings㊣(5), saying hard work, getting in the car and leaving.

But Liu Boyang thought about it and couldn't let him go like this. Mr. Song had not yet conveyed his last words, so he led Yang Lin through the crowds and came to the big red flag in front of everyone's surprised eyes. In an instant, the old man

Several of his personal bodyguards looked at each other coldly and used their gazes to stop the two people from approaching!

The old man had already gotten into the car, but the door was still open. He saw Liu Boyang and Yang Lin rushing in, and looked at them suspiciously.

"Old man, please stay!" After Liu Boyang approached, he deeply felt that within a few meters around the old man, there was a huge aura of a superior person, which made him almost breathless. He was even worse than his grandfather Liu Tianlong back then.

To be more powerful than one level, he immediately didn't dare to make too many mistakes and just said hello from a distance.
Chapter completed!