Power and Wealth

Before noon.

Yantai County, north suburb.

The crematorium is located north of a mountain and covers a large area, empty and windy.

Dong Xuebin is still here for the first time. He got a little lost as soon as he arrived. I don't know where to chase down the venue. However, if you look at the dozens of county council county political axe license plates parked outside the open space, you can see that there is no wrong place. There are not only Xie Huilan's car, there are cars led by the county political axe department such as the Public Security Bureau, but also Huitan Township Police Station and several high-end vehicles with Yanjing license plates. The signs are familiar.

Finally!

Looks like the ceremony has begun?

Looking at so many cars, Dong Xuebin is quite comforting. Looks like the brothers are still very close. The funeral is very important.

When he got out of the car, Dong Xuebin dumped the door and walked two steps. When he saw a staff member moving his things in front, he immediately called him, "Excuse me, buddy, ask him something. ”

The guy at the crematorium looked at him, "What's wrong? ”

"“ I haven't seen it for half a day, "replied Dong Xuebin." What about my memorial service? ”

The man stood still and didn't seem to hear clearly, "Whose memorial service did you say? ”

“... mine.” Dong Xuebin felt a little weird after saying it.

“Yours?”

The man at the crematorium glanced at him and turned around and left. Apparently, Dong Xuebin was a psychopath. Your memorial service? If you had memorialized, would you still stand here and bullshit me? I've been lying honestly in my coffin. What's wrong with you? I'm busy here. I don't have time to be poor. He's been working at the crematorium for over a decade, asking for directions, looking for trouble, who hasn't seen him? But forgiveness is so knowledgeable, he has never heard of anyone coming to ask the owner of his memorial service, fresh, really everyone has it.

“Eh, ask you.” Dong Xuebin called him in the back. "Where's the memorial? ”

"I don't know. ”

Dong Xuebin got bored. He was in a hurry to see his mother. He couldn't wait to fly over the next moment. “Hey, what's wrong with you? What kind of attitude do you have? ”

The man's feet seemed annoyed. He turned around and glanced at him. “Do you know where this is? It's a crematorium! It's a sacred place! You yelled at me? They come here for funerals and cremations! Where do you see yourself cremated? Many county leaders are here today! There's a leadership funeral in the memorial hall! If you want to mess up, go somewhere else! Otherwise I'll call the guards! ”

Funeral funerals are bad luck!

Dude, he's not fucking dead!

Dong Xuebin was exhilarated and gasped. "Well, is the memorial hall the funeral of Director Dong Xuebin? Where's the hall? I'm here for his funeral. ”

The man looked at him, "I told you you couldn't get in either. ”

Dong Xuebin slapped his head, “Can we stop grinding? I'm in a hurry! ”

This man is very professional and vigilant, “Boy, I'm doing it for your own good. Even if you go in, you have to be blown out. I'm not talking about you. Who is the director? On several occasions, he forgot to save the people of Yantai County. Although he is from Yanjing County, who can't put a thumb up in Yantai County by mentioning the name of the director? There are dozens of people saved by the director of the board of directors alone. Now that the director of the board is dead, everyone is sad. If you have a fussy mind, you are disrespectful to the deceased, you come here to talk nonsense. Do you say you have a good attitude? You don't even want to go to a memorial service? You're a mess! ”

Hearing him say this, Dong Xuebin couldn't get angry any more. "This brother, I have a very good attitude. Can you tell me where the memorial hall is? I'm in a hurry! ”

“Where's the wreath? ”

“ …… ”

“Not even a wreath? ”

“Can I go buy it later? ”

“Look at the shirt in your suit, blue? Still so bright blue? You're too casual. Look who's dressed like you at the funeral. It's not black, it's grey! How can you not understand that? ”

“ ………… ”

Dong Xuebin really doesn't know what to say when he meets such a more genuine person. Dude, attending his own funeral is unprecedented. Oh, I'm dressed in black? Buy yourself another wreath? “Comrade Dong Xuebin, go all the way"? Grass, I fucking got it!?

Look around, there's no other staff.

“I'll get dressed later, wreath, and I'll buy it, okay?” Dong Xuebin was patient and helpless. “I said," Where exactly is the memorial hall? If I don't go, I'm late. ”

The man looked at him, impatiently pointed north, “If you're not afraid of offenders, just go north and turn left to the boss. Let me remind you that most of the leaders in the county are here today, to the secretary, Xie County Governor, Secretary Cao, if you go like this, surely...”

Dong Xuebin turned away without waiting for him to finish. “Okay, thanks. ”

The man shook his head and continued to move things.

Dong Xuebin walked north. Ten meters, fifty meters. He turned around and looked at it. Finally, he saw the memorial hall in the distance. There were wreaths outside. If there was a eulogy or something written on it, he could not see it clearly. Anyway, there were about thirty or forty wreaths in the wreath alone. The long slip almost wrapped around this hall. The aura of solemnity came to the face, and it felt very heavy.

The hall door was open, and it was full of people.

All black clothes, men, women and children are not clearly distinguished. From the back of the shadow, Dong Xuebin recognized only the last Luo Haiting and Lin Ping.

It's almost over, isn't it?

I'm late!

Dong Xuebin patted his forehead and accelerated his pace immediately.

There was a heavy female voice in the memorial hall, like... County TV host Sujia's? Sister Su and Xinhua's internship is over? She hosted the memorial?

Got it, man. That's pretty good.

“... Comrade Dong Xuebin's life is simple, he loves the Party, he loves his country, he treats his work diligently, diligently, diligently and diligently, his life is a life of struggle, a life of battle, an honorable life. His passing has caused us to lose a good party member, good cadre, good comrade. Today, Comrade Dong Xuebin is leaving us forever. We need to turn our grief into strength, we need to work hard to learn Comrade Dong Xuebin's good ideas, good morals, good manners, hard work, we need to bring Comrade Dong Xuebin's...”

The microphone was quite loud, and Sujia's sad voice floated outside.

Dong Xuebin heard a little blush. Everyone used to say that he had a big problem with mindset style. How can he “die” now... it's a good idea and good style?

(To be continued)