Chapter 497: Thirty Years Hedong, Thirty Years Hexi
I saw an old man in a Tang suit walking into the house with a stern look on his face.
He is none other than the chief butler of the Cheng family, Mr. Yun!
"Old Yun, you are finally back."
After meeting Mr. Yun, Cheng Qiang's heart dropped. Only he could suppress this chaotic scene.
Mr. Yun nodded slightly and glanced at both sides.
When he saw Xiao Feng, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.
"The head of the family just passed away, what kind of drama are you singing?"
Mr. Yun asked coldly.
Although he is just a housekeeper, his status in the family is second only to the head of the family.
"Mr. Yun, please come and comment."
Cheng Gang took the opportunity to attack and raised his hand: "The mother and daughter seriously injured my son, killed You Xin, and now they have brought the murderer of Cheng Hui and his son to the Cheng family. What are their intentions?"
"I want to avenge Cheng Hui and his son, what's wrong with that?"
"Now that my father suddenly died suddenly, I suspect that they were the ones who killed him."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Cheng Caiying retorted: "It's obviously you who are behind this. You two are really worse than animals."
"Smelly girl, you dare to scold me?"
Cheng Gang was angry.
"So what if I scold you? You don't deserve to be my elder at all."
"Damn girl..."
Now both sides are blaming each other, you scold me and I scold you.
Everyone said that the other party was the murderer of the head of the family, and the whole room was a mess.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Mr. Yun shouted angrily, and the two sides gradually calmed down.
He asked with a gloomy face: "Cheng Gang, Wan Qing, do you two have evidence? Can you prove that the head of the family was killed by the other party?"
The two looked at each other fiercely and fell silent.
If there was evidence, it would have been produced long ago, and there would be no need to argue here.
Mr. Yun looked around and said sternly: "Since there is no evidence, don't make any noise here, lest outsiders laugh at it."
"The head of the family has just passed away, and you are starting to have internal strife. How is this inappropriate?"
The two of them blushed after being scolded. Although they were not convinced, they did not dare to say anything under the majesty of Mr. Yun.
"I don't want to see you blaming each other again. This matter ends here. Everything will be settled after the funeral of the family leader."
"Old Yun!"
Cheng Gang suddenly spoke: "I will listen to what you say, but Xiao Feng killed Cheng Hui and his son."
"This is an indisputable fact. Should we just let him go like this? Doesn't this make outsiders laugh at my Cheng family's incompetence?"
"Did I say let him go? Huh?"
Mr. Yun glared at him angrily: "I said, everything will be settled after the funeral. Don't you understand?"
"Now that someone is here, he is a guest of my Cheng family."
He turned to look at Xiao Feng and smiled slightly: "Mr. Xiao, we meet again."
"Old Yun, this junior is polite."
Xiao Feng smiled and bowed his hands.
Mr. Yun nodded lightly: "Today is the funeral of my Cheng family. If there is any lack of hospitality, please forgive me, Mr. Xiao."
"Mr. Yun, you are serious."
Xiao Feng shook his head and smiled, then quietly looked at Cheng Yunshan who was lying on the bed, a strange light flashed in the corner of his eyes.
Mr. Yun spoke, and no one present dared not listen.
Cheng Gang threatened: "Boy, after the funeral is over, I will help you choose a cemetery."
Xiao Feng spread his hands and smiled flatly: "I advise you to choose a geomantic treasure land for yourself, so as not to be reincarnated as a beast in your next life."
"Hmph! Little bastard, let's see."
Cheng Gang led his men and carried his half-dead son away.
Cheng Caiying stepped forward and held Xiao Feng's hand: "Husband, if he dares to touch you, I will fight him to the death."
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Cheng will not let him succeed."
"ah?"
Cheng Caiying was a little confused. It would be okay if grandpa was alive, but what's the use if everyone is dead?
That day, Xiao Feng was left at Cheng's house.
After all, the Cheng family is a wealthy family in Fengcheng. The death of the head of the family is a big event, and the funeral must be grand.
Starting from the next morning, bigwigs from all over Fengcheng came to express their condolences.
Mr. Cheng's body lay in the mourning hall, surrounded by the children of the Cheng family wearing linen and mourning.
The crying was intermittent, and the entire Cheng family seemed to be enveloped in a layer of gloom.
"We have guests arriving!"
The bodyguard standing at the door shouted.
I saw an aura-filled old man leading two bodyguards into the lobby of the villa. He was none other than the head of the Shen family, Shen Yuekun.
"Master Shen, would you please make a trip in person?"
Mr. Yun stepped forward and nodded slightly with a sad look on his face.
"Lao Yun has met someone else!"
"Master Cheng and I are also old friends, how could we not come?"
Shen Yuekun frowned and asked, "Mr. Cheng is so well behaved, why do you just leave so easily?"
Mr. Yun let out a long sigh: "Hey! Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all."
"Then please give me your condolences."
The two exchanged a few words of half-truth and half-truth, and the children of the Cheng family also stepped forward to salute.
At this time, another big boss walked into the mourning hall with the support of bodyguards.
"Feng, he is the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Mianhe.
After seeing the visitor, Cheng Caiying whispered.
"oh?"
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person.
This is the first time he has seen Jiang Mianhe. He is obviously an old man in his sixties, but he looks very young and has better energy than a middle-aged man in his forties.
He was wearing a black suit, a windbreaker, his hair slicked back, and his every move exuded a Jianghu style.
He looks easy-going and humble, but his eyes are sinister and cunning, making him a typical cunning person.
Xiao Feng hid behind the crowd, and Shen Yuekun and Jiang Mianhe did not see him.
Offering incense and bowing, family members responded.
After the process was completed, Jiang Mianhe took the initiative to come forward and greet him.
These wealthy families have good relations on the surface. When there are no conflicts of interest, they even call themselves brothers.
But once there is a dispute over interests, families will fight to the death.
Jiang Mianhe stepped aside, and Shen Yuekun asked in a low voice: "Master Jiang, do you think it's strange?"
"I met Old Man Cheng two days ago. He was rosy and energetic, and he didn't look like he was seriously ill. But today he is gone."
Jiang Mianhe smiled sinisterly: "In my opinion, his Cheng family's strength has been exhausted. The once richest family in Fengcheng has long gone forever."
"Yeah! You're right."
Shen Yuekun agreed: "Since the death of the previous head of the family, the power of the Cheng family has shrunk. Now that old man Cheng is dead, the Cheng family will surely plummet."
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, the Cheng family will not always be able to cover the sky with one hand."
Jiang Mianhe and Shen Yuekun looked at each other, understanding each other and showing evil smiles at the same time.
Not long after, Zhu Hongyan, the first lady from Fengcheng Jianghu, and the bosses of major companies also arrived.
Counting the bodyguards, assistants and others brought, the entire mourning hall was full, with hundreds of people.
Not long after Zhu Hongyan arrived, she went through the process, gave her a gift, said hello, and left with her subordinates.