Chapter 549 The director of all this is the right and the right
At 3:30 in the afternoon, a small side hall of Baga Funeral Home.
The memorial ceremony for Mr. Lin has officially begun.
But it's like it hasn't started yet.
Because except for a few relatives and family members of Mr. Lin, as well as some uncles and friends, they were almost deserted and deserted. Compared with the bustling crowds and bustle in the main hall next to it, it was really desolate. After all, the memorial held in the hall next to it was a political axe.
The father of a high-ranking official.
Mrs. Lin was dressed in black, wearing a green gauze on her arms, a white belt on her head, and a straw rope symbolically tied on her belt. This simplified the procedure to replace the traditional mourning with linen and mourning. She stood upright in front of the mourning hall to greet the guests.
But for a long time, no one came.
Mr. Lin's son, Lin Tianze, came back from overseas. He stood beside his mother with a thin body, a sad expression and cold eyes. Looking at such a deserted mourning hall, he felt somewhat sad for his father.
In fact, those relatives and friends advised Sister Hui not to hold any memorial ceremony and to bury her early. After all, the old Lin now is not the old Lin before, so who would come to pay homage.
But she insisted.
The woman's persistence also stems from her hope for the future life. Although Lao Lin is dead, she is not dead yet. She is still the archives information specialist of Baga Company. In order to live a good life in the future, she has to do this. This is Lao Lin's
final value.
Sister Hua also stood quietly aside. Although she was wearing no makeup, she could not hide her beautiful face. She was wearing simple plain clothes and could not hide her beautiful figure. She was almost towering and extremely abrupt.
Sister Hua actually came here early, she wanted to help Sister Hui arrange the mourning hall, etc. At this moment, seeing Sister Hui, Chu Chu pitiful, with tears in her eyes, she felt very uncomfortable.
She secretly looked at the time and wondered why Lin Zheng hadn't arrived yet?
At this time, some old friends of Mr. Lin came. They were a little surprised to see such a scene, but they still bowed politely and stood aside.
Suddenly, several tall shadows appeared at the door. Because the sun was setting just now, everyone couldn't see clearly who was coming, but Sister Hua had already recognized the leader from the figure, which was Lin Zheng.
Who else can be so tall and handsome?
Yes, who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Zheng? Sister Hua's heart jumped to her chest.
I saw Lin Zheng holding a flower basket in his hand, followed by several company directors. He was as eye-catching as a movie star and strode in. His handsome face and serious expression immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Someone was shocked for a moment and muttered in a low voice: "This is not Mr. Xiao Lin from Huga City Company. I didn't expect him to be here too."
Another person said: "It goes without saying. Xiao Lin is where he is today because of the support of Mr. Lin. It is reasonable for him to come. If he doesn't come, he would be ungrateful."
Another person said: "Haha, who is dating you these days? Why doesn't Mr. Bagama come? Wasn't he proposed by Mr. Lin?"
"Madeli is just a white-eyed wolf. Mr. Xiao Lin is here in Huga. It's really ironic. But Mr. Xiao Lin is indeed a person who values affection and justice. Almost everyone who works with him can benefit from this.
Nothing to say."
Another person said: "Yes, Mr. Xiao Lin is indeed admirable, no one is dissatisfied."
Lin Zheng's arrival seemed to make the whole mourning hall shine again. With the vitality, Mr. Lin almost lifted up the coffin.
Mrs. Lin, her son and others came forward to greet Lin Zheng and several directors of municipal companies, with eager expressions. Lin Zheng handed his flower basket to Mrs. Lin and said: "Sister Hui, my condolences."
There seems to be no more appropriate words than this to express my condolences.
To say anything else is redundant.
Sister Hui looked at Lin Zheng and nodded happily: "Mr. Lin, my old Lin did not misjudge you back then." With Lin Zheng's arrival, it was enough for her to hold this memorial service. It was a matter of decency, not for giving.
What you see for yourself is your dignity for others to see.
Lin Zheng didn't understand the twists and turns, and didn't think he was so important. He walked straight to the front and respectfully offered three sticks of incense to Mr. Lin.
There is a recent photo of Mr. Lin placed in the mourning hall. He is actually still young, with a handsome temperament and a firm look in his eyes. He has a little bit of official authority but also a touch of elegance.
Perfect image.
Lin Zheng suddenly felt a little sad, and then remembered Mr. Lin's sincere words to him. He thought that he would not have too many emotional fluctuations, after all, they had broken up for a long time, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with tears, and he bowed again.
Liang Sijing and others followed Lin Zheng and bowed to Mr. Lin. However, in her heart, she didn't know why Lin Zheng wanted to give such a big gift to this subordinate. She always felt that it was making a fuss out of a molehill.
The salute is completed.
Lin Zheng came to Sister Hua's side and said hello, but because they were in front of the mourning hall, the two of them could not get too close, so they just nodded and said a few words, exchanged a lot of information with their eyes, and then remained silent.
However, Sister Hua still secretly said to Lin Zheng: "Will you come back tonight?"
After hearing this, Lin Zheng felt a little moved and replied: "Probably not."
Sister Hua blushed slightly.
At this time, a person hurriedly came to the door. It turned out to be Madley, the general manager of Baga, who came after hearing the news.
"Mr. Lin, I didn't expect you to come too. I just finished a meeting at the city hall and rushed here right away. I'm still a step behind you." When Madeley arrived, instead of offering incense to the old Mr. Lin, he first offered some incense to Mr. Lin.
Zheng said hello, as if Lin Zheng was dead.
"Mr. Ma, please offer some incense to old Mr. Lin first. This is your and my old leader." Lin Zheng said calmly, not looking down upon him.
"Yes, although Mr. Lin has left Baga, his spirit has always been in our hearts. Lao Lin has always been the personification of the spiritual civilization of our Baga company. We will miss him."
In fact, everyone looked at Madeli's hurried figure, without two flower baskets in his hands, and felt like a mirror. He received a call and learned that Lin Zheng had come in person. He was a little surprised, weighed it over and over again, and finally decided to come.
Mr. Lin expressed his condolences.
The top leaders of the city company are here, but he, the boss of the county company, is not here. It sounds unpleasant, arrogant, and unsympathetic. In fact, these are not important. The important thing is that Lin Zheng is here.
He had to come to accompany Lin Zheng and please Lin Zheng. Now without Lin Zheng's support, he would be unable to move forward in Baga. Lin Zheng was always in the limelight, and he had just become one of the top ten "craftsmen" figures.
Can he not give in?
The way he does things now depends entirely on power.
"Mr. Ma, thank you for coming. Lao Lin will definitely be very happy." Although Mrs. Lao Lin saw through Madeley's face, she still thanked Madeley for coming.
Madeley then offered incense to Mr. Lin and said a very touching words: "Sister-in-law, you are so polite. You can get the company to reimburse the funeral expenses for this time. Mr. Lin is always a company member and he can enjoy such an honor.
"
Mrs. Lin did not refuse, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Ma." She also glanced at Lin Zheng.
Lin Zheng came, Madeley came, and the other directors of Baga Company naturally couldn't sit still. They all came in a swarm, saying that they had something to do and were delayed.
Suddenly, the small condolence hall was filled with people and seemed extremely cramped. There was no room for everyone to stand.
Just as he was talking, a city government leader who was also paying his condolences in the hall next to him heard that Lin Zheng was coming. He also came over to chat with Lin Zheng for a few words, shook hands and exchanged greetings, and by the way, he offered a few sticks of incense to Mr. Lin. .
For a time, the place was crowded with people, enjoying themselves, and it became a party.
The innocent Lin Zheng became the focus of the mourning hall.
I always feel like something is wrong.
Among the crowd, Qingxue, who was wearing a professional suit and still plump, looked at Lin Zheng with deep affection. She also hurried to the scene after knowing that Madeli came to express her condolences.
As soon as he arrived, Lin Zheng was filled with mixed feelings when he saw the spotlight on the scene.
She wanted to go forward and say hello to Lin Zheng, but she couldn't seem to get through.
She found that the man she had forced to move forward was now far away from her.
She didn't know if she should regret it.
Lin Zheng actually didn't know that being so popular would actually have such a big effect. Oh, I made a mistake. It's not that he is popular, it's that power is popular.
However, since the deceased was the biggest, it was too much of an eyesore for me, so I had no choice but to evacuate the scene in advance.
After shaking hands with Mr. Lin's family members, Lin Zheng quickly left the scene.
"Sijing, I'm not going back to Huga tonight. I still have some things to do. You and the driver can walk back first and leave me a car." Lin Zheng explained to Sijing, thinking that since he came back to Baga If you don't live in it, just stay in Baga for one night. Your house will become moldy if you don't live in it. Of course, I have other ideas.
Sijing glanced at Lin Zheng, bit her lip and finally replied: "Okay, Mr. Lin, please be careful."
As soon as Lin Zheng left, the entire mourning hall seemed to be flooded, and the crowd left calmly, returning to its original calmness.
It was as if Lin Zheng had never been here.
It's like filming a movie, the director shouts "start", the crowd surges, everyone is playing their role, and as soon as "click" is shouted, the song ends and everything goes calm.
It's just that directing is all about power and profit.
Everyone is the protagonist in their own play, but they are all supporting actors.