When Shen Jingbing was thinking about killing someone with a borrowed knife, Ye Fan's motorcade was driving into Wangyue Cemetery.
Following the location guidance provided by Gongsun Qian, the car quickly arrived at Shen Chuge's Cemetery No. 31.
When Ye Fan was pushed out of the car by Gongsun Qian, he saw dozens of people gathering in front of Shen Chuge's cemetery.
He also saw the four girls Shen Hua and Shen Qin wiping away their tears as they completed the tomb-moving ceremony.
"Master Ye? Miss Gongsun?"
"Master Ye, are you here?"
When Ye Fan and Gongsun Qian slowly approached, the four girls Shen Hua subconsciously turned their heads when they heard the noise.
They were all startled when they saw Ye Fan appear, and then they rubbed their eyes vigorously together, as if they couldn't believe that Ye Fan would show up.
After confirming that it was Ye Fan, the four girls Shen Hua stood up with a roar, rushed to Ye Fan and hugged him.
Each pear blossom is covered with rain, so pitiful that people can't help but feel pity for them.
"Don't cry, don't cry, today is a good day, don't cry."
Ye Fan struggled to struggle while being held by the four girls, so he gently patted their backs to comfort them: "Miss Shen doesn't want to see tears."
He vaguely returned to the time when he took the four girls to the border through the mountains. Although it was dangerous, it was also happy.
Shen Hua wiped away his tears and forced a smile: "Young Master Ye is right, today is a good day, don't cry."
Shen Qin and the others also wiped away their tears and looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes, as if they had found their backbone.
Although Ye Fan never regarded them as maids, in their hearts, Ye Fan was always their only master.
Ye Fan said softly: "You are serious. I should have done this, but in the end, you have to work hard."
Due to emotions and reasons, Ye Fan, the big boss behind the scenes, should give Shen Chuge a clear attitude and a destination for his soul.
"Ye Shaoyan is too serious."
Shen Hua's voice was soft: "We were once the lady's maids. We were favored by the lady, so it is appropriate to move her grave."
Shen Qin nodded and agreed: "Yes, there is no noise when we move the grave. Ye Shao's relocation of the grave is easy for others to make a fuss about."
Ye Fan touched the tears in the corner of the woman's eyes: "No matter what, I have lost a little bit of humanity..."
While Ye Fan was talking to the four girls of Shen Hua, dozens of relatives and friends of the Shen family next to them started to explode:
"What are you doing? It's been going on for so long. Hurry up and leave. How long will this ceremony last?"
"Yeah, I just said it was almost done, but then I ran to the wheelchair guy and muttered for a long time, are you going to make it dark?"
"That's right, I've been working on it for a long time and it's still not finished. If I had known it, I wouldn't have come. It's too hard to earn 20,000 yuan."
"Fortunately, there was only one boy in a wheelchair. Otherwise, if there were a few more guests, we would have been complaining for three days and three nights."
"Shen Hua and the others are really out of their minds. The Shen family has been defeated. They are still trying to move the grave. It's just out of their minds."
"That's right, the Shen family has become a street rat. They are still thinking about a grand burial, but haven't you noticed that none of the veterans from Donglang have shown up? It's funny!"
"The money spent on relocating graves and hiring people is really wasted. It would be great if they were all given to us."
Relatives and friends of the Shen family shouted impatiently while urging the four daughters of Shen Hua to finish the matter and pay the final payment.
Of the 20,000 yuan per person, they only received half, and the remaining 10,000 yuan was distributed after the funeral.
Ye Fan raised his head and glanced at the Shen family's relatives and friends: "Shen Hua, actually you don't need to let them come."
Shen Hua lowered his head slightly: "Miss likes to be lively. I was afraid that moving the tomb would be too deserted, so I gathered a few people."
Although Shen Chuge didn't like to live in a life of luxury and wealth during his lifetime, he did like a bunch of people to come together and work together, and wanted to learn from Tiemu Wuyue to recruit the heroes of the world.
This made Shen Chuge get used to and like the lively life.
Ye Fan smiled softly: "Let them go. We don't need these emotionless people at Chu Ge's grave. I have already called..."
"Definitely!"
At this moment, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes tapping on the way, fast, sharp, and a bit domineering.
Then, a dozen men and women appeared in front of Ye Fan and others, surrounded by a young chiffon woman.
"What happened to the cemetery? Why are there still people holding funerals here? It's a waste to clear the place."
"Hey, your family, please hurry up with the funeral. People are already dead and you are still crying and procrastinating. Don't you think you are fooling yourself?"
"I'll give you ten more minutes to get this done and get out of here."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for forcing you all to clear the place when the time comes. If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined."
The chiffon woman held her hands in front of her chest arrogantly and scolded Ye Fan and Shen Hua.
Clearance?
Shen Hua, Shen Qin and others couldn't help being startled, as if they didn't expect to be chased away after a funeral.
"This is a cemetery, not a private garden. How we hold funerals and how long we hold them is our business, and we don't need you to dictate."
"If you want to hold a funeral, then you can do yours and we can do ours. Why force us to leave?"
"Also, we applied to the cemetery management office for four hours of permission and paid the money. No one can evict us."
Shen Hua stood up and retorted rationally: "We won't leave after ten minutes!"
Shen Qin also took out the receipt from the cemetery management office and handed it over: "This is the receipt we paid for four hours..."
"Stab it!"
Before Shen Qin could finish her words, the chiffon woman grabbed the cemetery receipt, tore it into pieces and shouted angrily:
"Four hours, that's the rule of the cemetery management office. My rule, Zhao Xiaoyan, is that you get out of here in ten minutes."
"Because in fifteen minutes, there will be a high-profile funeral opposite you."
"The people who come here are either rich or noble, and there are many media reporters. If you trash stay here, it will affect the quality of our funeral."
"So get out of here as soon as possible to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for yourself."
The chiffon woman slapped the cemetery receipt on Shen Hua's face: "Hurry up and do the work!"
Shen Hua shouted angrily: "Your funeral is a funeral, but our funeral is not a funeral? Why should I make way for you? Even the dead are ranked high and low?"
"Dead people know no difference between high and low!"
The chiffon woman raised her head slightly and hummed: "But living people are divided into noble and inferior!"
"Let me tell you, what will be buried opposite you later is the funeral of Queen Yang Qihua's grandma."
"What is your identity? What is Queen Yang's identity? How can your small family's funeral be compared to the Yang family's luxurious funeral?"
"A funeral attended by dozens of dogs and cats. Are you embarrassed to have a funeral attended by hundreds of dignitaries?"
She said arrogantly: "Get it done quickly, lest Empress Yang get angry and make you people miserable."
Ye Fan's voice went cold: "A mere bitch with a diva background dares to show his teeth. Has the Yang family suffered enough?" "Get out of here!"