Li Siwen didn't want to pay attention to Xu Shaojie. Faced with the other party's aggressiveness, Li Siwen said calmly: "If you want to find a sense of presence in me, please wait for another day. This is not the occasion for you to be presumptuous."
"Damn it, have you taught me a lesson?" Xu Shaojie said, reaching out and touching Li Siwen's chest, saying harshly: "Don't think you can gain a foothold in the market by using some tricks. Our game is not over yet."
"I'll give you ten seconds, take your hands away." Li Siwen's eyes flashed with a cold light and he ordered directly.
Xu Shaojie was shaken physically and mentally, and he felt a trace of inexplicable fear, but he still said forcefully: "If I don't take it, what can you do to me?"
Li Siwen didn't reply and was counting the seconds in his mind. He was already feeling heavy, so he didn't want to waste time with Xu Shaojie, so the only way to solve the problem was by taking action.
But just when the atmosphere was tense, Mr. Song's eldest son Song Bo walked out of the farewell hall and asked impatiently: "What happened?"
And when he saw Xu Shaojie and Li Siwen at war with each other, he understood immediately and quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xu, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I just bumped into an eyesore." Xu Shaojie took back his hand and flicked his clothes.
Song Bo glanced at Li Siwen, with a hint of disgust in his eyes. There were many reasons for this.
First of all, there is the issue of siding with each other. Now the Song Bo brothers are naturally siding with the Xu family. Secondly, it is widely rumored that Mr. Song admires Li Siwen very much. It is even rumored that Li Siwen is the illegitimate son of Mr. Song. This makes the Song Bo brothers very jealous.
And be prepared. Furthermore, the Song Bo brothers are also Weidong's fundraisers. This time Weidong escaped, they could not find fault with the Xu family and could only blame Li Siwen for the problem. This week, there have been rumors within the Chamber of Commerce.
, the topic of Wei Dong not escaping if Li Siwen hadn’t put pressure on him, even if a discerning person knew that it was Li Siwen’s fault, but who would dare to face this problem?
For various reasons, Song Bo didn't have the slightest good impression of Li Siwen, but he didn't have an attack because it was a memorial service.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go in. Didn't you see the long queue behind you?" Song Bo said in a bad tone.
"Brother Bo, he doesn't have an invitation letter." the staff reminded.
This sentence made Song Bo and Xu Shaojie stunned for a few seconds at the same time. Neither of them expected that Li Siwen didn't even receive the invitation letter.
"Interesting, no wonder they blocked the door and couldn't get in." Xu Shaojie laughed and said loudly on purpose: "Li Siwen, you dare to come here to mourn without an invitation. I think you are cheating on food and drink, right?"
After Xu Shaojie finished speaking, Song Bo also said with a cold face: "When the old man was alive, he might have appreciated you a little, but now that he has passed away, Uncle Ding did not send you an invitation letter, which means that you did not get the favor of our Song family."
He is not a friend of our Song family, please go back."
Song Bo seemed polite, but his tone was stiff and cold, and he didn't even save any face for Li Siwen. He didn't forget to make a greeting gesture after speaking. This was already "seeing off" guests.
At the same time, the people in line behind started to cheer impatiently.
"If you don't have an invitation, just leave quickly. Don't waste time here."
"Li Siwen, you are also a famous person. Can you have some qualities?"
After several people started making noises, Xu Shaojie even sneered and said rudely: "Did you hear that? Get out of here."
The word "scroll" made the atmosphere extremely tense. This scene was no longer what a memorial service should be. And just when Li Siwen frowned, Ding Zheng walked out of the farewell hall with an old look on his face.
There is a glint in his eyes.
"Who said he doesn't have an invitation letter?" Ding Zheng said with a sullen face, took out an invitation letter from his arms, raised it above his head and said: "Not only does Li Siwen have an invitation letter, but it is also an invitation letter signed by the old man himself. Our Song family
This is the only one."
Ding Zheng's words stunned everyone, especially Xu Shaojie, who was speechless and embarrassed.
Song Bo also smiled awkwardly and said, "Uncle Ding, why wasn't this invitation sent to him? Otherwise, I wouldn't have misunderstood."
"I said, this is the only invitation signed by the old man himself. Since he is a special person, of course he must be treated specially." After Ding Zheng finished speaking, he glanced at Li Siwen and said, "Come in with me!"
Li Siwen breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Ding Zheng into the farewell hall under the jealous eyes of Xu Shaojie and others.
"Uncle Ding, thank you." Li Siwen said politely in the corridor.
"You can't thank me. If you want to thank me, thank yourself." Ding Zheng said with a straight face: "The reason why I didn't send you the invitation is very simple. I just wanted to see if you dare to come."
"Mr. Song treated me with great kindness, how could I not be present at his memorial service?" Li Siwen replied calmly.
"The kindness is as heavy as a mountain? Do you know how much I owe Mr. Song? But at this memorial service, you are the only one who really comes to Mr. Song."
"Isn't that true?"
"No? Haha." Ding Zheng sneered: "These people who seem to be mourning are just trying to gain connections with the Song family, and then see who will make the final decision in the future. This is the situation where no one can escape.
Destiny, even though everyone is afraid of Mr. Song's majesty, his time has passed."
Li Siwen did not refute. These few words really summed up the warmth and warmth of human nature. This is the reality. He asked quietly: "Is Shirley Song the head of the Song family now?"
"Yes, the old man wrote it clearly in his will, but it is not easy for a little girl like Xue Li to secure her position. I'm afraid something will happen today." Ding Zheng said worriedly to Zhong Zhong.
"On a day like this, nothing can go wrong, right?"
"Human greed is the biggest devil. If you want to be a family member, do you think now is the most suitable time?"
Ding Zheng asked back, leaving Li Siwen speechless, because there was no more appropriate time than this moment.
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the condolence room in the farewell hall. It was similar to an ordinary condolence room. It was decorated very simply. Huge black and white photos were solemnly placed in the north. On both sides were kneeling relatives of the Song family, while Song Shirley.
Kneel on the lower left side of the portrait.
This position already shows that Shirley Song is the next head of the Song family, and only she is qualified to return gifts to relatives and friends who come to express condolences.
After Li Siwen was welcomed in by the staff, he didn't speak the whole time. When he saw Song Xueli's pale face, he felt a little heartbroken. In his eyes, this was the first time that this woman who liked to wear heavy makeup and drink was like this.
Quiet.
Without any words, he walked up to the old man's portrait and bowed deeply under the guidance of the staff.