In the frost of the first year of the Republic of China, the former imperial merchant Mr. Chen passed away. Today is the day of Mr. Chen’s funeral.
Chen Jinjun took the mourning robe made of raw linen from Xu Sheng's hand and put it on his body.
"Master, all the guests have arrived, and I have arranged them in the front hall." Xu Sheng straightened the collar of her mourning clothes for her.
Chen Jinjun covered his head with a white hood, revealing that the lower half of his face was actually a bit whiter than raw linen.
"The Chen family's business cannot be stopped. I don't know how many people are plotting against this little bit of property, openly and secretly. I wish that if my grandfather went away, the Chen family would collapse." She curled her lips and sneered, "Then you have to ask me if Chen Jinjun agrees first.
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Xu Sheng straightened the clothes behind her: "It's a pity that my boss's marriage is about to happen. Once the old man leaves, you will have to observe the period of filial piety for three years."
Chen Jinjun had a nonchalant attitude towards this: "I'm not a man, so it doesn't matter whether I get married or not. If I get married to a girl from another family, it will delay the girl. If it's a man, he will share the Chen family's property equally.
Apart from these, I care more about the Chen family's property."
Xu Sheng didn't say anything. Before he left, Mr. Chen told him every day to watch the young master get married. Now it seemed that he couldn't say anything more.
"It's getting late, let's go to the front hall." Chen Jinjun let out a sigh of relief.
There were many people sitting in the front hall. Chen Jinjun took a quick look and found that they were all well-known and well-known people in the capital. Nine times out of ten, they were coming with bad intentions.
She composed herself, covered the upper half of her face with a hood, and said loudly: "Junior, on behalf of my grandfather, I would like to thank you all for coming to see me off."
The front hall became eerily quiet, and everyone looked at the figure who had been designated as the young master of the Chen family since he was eight years old.
A group of people looked at her with strange eyes, some with resentment and some with calculation.
Chen Jinjun frowned, a bad premonition came over him.
Sure enough, she saw the old man of the Zhou family stood up, walked to the center with a sandalwood crutch, and bowed his hands to everyone sitting on the left and right.
"Brother Chen and I have been in love for many years, and I can't bear to see him confused for so many years. Now that Brother Chen is gone, Mr. Zhou is also very sad. After all, he can't see my brother's hard work for many years being handed over to someone with a foreign surname."
There were whispers below, and Chen Jinjun glared at Mr. Zhou: "Grandpa Zhou is joking. I am the eldest son and grandson of the Chen family. I will never allow anyone with a foreign surname to interfere with my Chen family's family affairs."
She emphasized the words "foreign name" and "family affairs" and smiled meaningfully at Old Mrs. Zhou.
"Chen Jinjun is not a man. He is not the eldest son or grandson of the Chen family. He cannot shoulder such a heavy burden for the Chen family."
Mr. Zhou put his hands on his hands and smiled.
The hall fell silent, and then everyone started talking among themselves.
Someone on the sidelines sneered: "A woman will get married sooner or later, so how can she understand the business world?"
"The Chen family has no heir!" She heard someone shout again.
Chen Jinjun gritted his teeth, knowing that this old guy was full of bad intentions. His grandfather had been on good terms with him during his lifetime, but he also suffered a lot of cold shots behind his back.
There are not a few people who know that she is a woman. The older generation in the capital are more or less aware of Mr. Chen's decision. Most of them have long since passed away. Now that Mr. Zhou mentioned it like this, Chen Jinjun put away his respect for his seniors and resumed his behavior.
Always sharp in the business world, he directly sarcastically said: "Male or female, my surname is Chen, are you also surnamed Chen?"
The front hall became quiet for a while. The young master of the Chen family is not a person who is incapable of doing business. On the contrary, she has countless tricks. If it weren't for Mr. Zhou's repeated confirmation of his years of friendship with Mr. Chen, many people would not dare to go in this direction.
To think about.
Chen Jinjun glanced at Old Mrs. Zhou and snorted in his heart, this old guy has been running around a lot these years, but he is so brave today.
She bypassed Old Mrs. Zhou and went straight to the main seat, sat down and crossed her legs, picked up a cup of tea, and looked at Old Mrs. Zhou sideways: "The Zhou family has almost lost all their wealth over the years."
"You paid most of the money that the Queen Mother of the West paid to the foreigners. Now that the Qing Dynasty is gone, the Zhou family doesn't take the opportunity to ask the Queen Mother of the West to be your loyal minister and filial son. Instead, they want to eat up the Chen family?
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She spoke mercilessly, and Mr. Zhou stood there with his face turning blue and black.
Chen Jinjun was used to stabbing people's hearts. He took a sip of tea and said in a strange tone: "In these years, my Chen family has been hiding from the world to protect myself. I only want to protect my Chen family and my children in this world. Now you are going to
I snatched this life-saving food from my hand?"
This statement puts a huge blame on Mr. Zhou. He is a cannibal and wants to starve a whole family to death. Such a ruthless and unjust person will not get business in the capital.
She opened her mouth so sharply that she made Mr. Zhou feel ashamed and stood there in embarrassment.
"Old Mrs. Zhou, you should take care of yourself. The most important thing today is my grandfather's funeral." She stood up and walked to the main hall. "This is a top priority, so don't mess up the priorities."
Her heart was full of disdain, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she glanced at the people present with evil intentions, sarcastically and jokingly.
White cloths are hung around the main hall, layer upon layer, to provide enough space for the deceased to be arranged.
The person who kept vigil last night was her third uncle. Although he was an elder, he was a concubine, so this time it was Chen Jinjun who completed the main process.
Since the death of his parents at the hands of the Qing Emperor, the Chen family has parted ways with the royal family.
Although they were called Imperial Merchants, they were no longer attached to the royal family. Therefore, in the first year of the Republic of China, the Chen family still had a decisive say in the business world.
She knelt in front of the coffin and worshiped her grandfather as the officiant sang.
This kowtow again and again means that she must continue to lead the Chen family in this new world.
Her expression was solemn and solemn. Behind her, the third uncle of the Chen family exchanged glances with Old Mrs. Zhou.
"The eldest son and eldest grandson Zhi Yuchan——"
Chen Jinjun stood up, took the jade cicada carved from the finest Hetian jade from the tray in Xu Sheng's hand, and placed it in the mouth of Old Mrs. Chen.
She gently closed Old Mrs. Chen's mouth and signaled the Master of Ceremonies to proceed to the next step.
Under the auspices of the Master of Ceremonies, Mrs. Chen woke up and wanted to move to the back mountain for burial.
The loess was covered layer by layer on the coffin. Chen Jinjun watched the tomb in front of her getting higher and higher. She knew that from now on, she was the only one supporting the Chen family, and she felt a little bitter and sad.
When we came down from the back mountain, the late autumn wind hurt our faces and chilled our hearts.
She sat on the main seat and looked at the people coming and going below. How many people could really come to commemorate her? But they were all doing it for profit, or they were treating this place as a place to find trading partners.
As time went by, this dinner party gradually became a coming and going, changing glasses.
A low-ranking peddler who didn't even know where he came from came up to her with a wine glass: "I heard from Mr. Zhou that you were a woman. We didn't believe it at first. But after a closer look, how could this little look be a man?"
Then he chuckled, with a disgusting expression: "Calculate your age, she is twenty, she is an old girl. If she can't get married, we can barely accept it."
Xu Sheng clenched his fists at the side. In his opinion, such an unruly person should be beaten out.
Chen Jinjun ignored this person and looked in the direction of Mr. Zhou, who was smiling and raising his glass to her.
Sure enough it was him.
What does he want to do? Chen Jinjun squinted his eyes, called Xu Sheng, and gave him some instructions.
The old lady definitely didn't have any good intentions this week, and this time she was afraid that the visitor was unkind. She straightened her back, braced herself, and kept her eyes on the entire hall.