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Chapter 231 [230] The embodiment of Director Cheng's will

08:30am.

More than an hour before the public sacrifice ceremony, there was a large flow of people in Anhua City, and they began to gather towards Dongshan Park.

No matter men, women, old or young, high or low, everyone has a white flower tied on their right arm.

Without exception.

As soon as the date of the public sacrifice was fixed, rumors spread from the Inspection Office that anyone could go to pay homage to the victims of the Ability God's Word incident.

That's why so many people came spontaneously.

One more word by the way.

Originally, according to tradition, the white flowers worn when paying homage to the dead were best made of white cloth.

Because of this public sacrifice, all the white cloths in the cloth stores in the city were sold out, and many ordinary people could only use white paper to fold a white flower.

Fan Ancheng frowned, and said bluntly: "This is a decision made by the Director himself, let me keep your mouth shut!"

Fan Ancheng glanced at his daughter appreciatively: "Xiaoqian is right."

A three-meter-high commemorative stone tablet revealed its true face.

The family approached the gate of Dongshan Park.

There are more and more people around.

The wife didn't dare to confront her husband, so she pointed the finger at her daughter: "You, you talk to Xing Peng every day before you get married."

Fan Ancheng is back.

"call!"

What this woman said was the gossip that came from the Fang family in Dongyuan.

"Boom! Boom!"

The following words are not finished.

Bells sounded from all directions.

The words are still in my ears, who dare not weigh it?
Anyone who is a little bit well-informed knows that the person who really has the final say in Anhua City is not His Excellency the Grand Consul, but the Director of the Inspection Department.

Fan Ancheng nodded heavily: "Of course!"

Fan Ancheng also recalled: "That's right."

Don't want to come?
Ah!
When Director Cheng established the Charity Association, he once privately said, "If anyone doesn't come, I will definitely remember it clearly."

Even the passers-by who were riding the feathered beast jumped off their mounts and looked in the direction of Dongshan.

As we all know, the director is always in the winter garden, and this is probably what the director Cheng secretly hinted at and released to the outside world.

Cheng Han stared at the simple stone tablet and the numerous names engraved on it, and his clear voice spread across Dongshan in an instant: "May your souls return to the top of the banyan tree!"

Fan Ancheng immediately stood up and urged in a low voice: "The ceremony has begun, let's go there quickly."

The luxury Jingneng car that Fan Ancheng's family was riding in drove to an open space away from Dongshan Park, and then stopped slowly.

Fan Xiaoqian suddenly stretched out her right hand and pointed forward, and shouted with surprise on her face: "Mom and Dad, Xing Peng is on duty over there!"

Many people knew that the position of the Grand Consul was in jeopardy, so when the family talked about the Grand Consul, they didn't show any awe.

A group of people saluted neatly and stared at Dongshan for a long time.

Under the arrangement of the school teachers, all the students of the school lined up neatly in the playground 10 minutes in advance.

Fan Ancheng glanced at the flowers that his daughter was holding in both hands, then turned to look at his wife, and asked in a low voice, "Did you forget to bring the money?"

The loud bell rang through Dongshan Park.

The family hurried out of the tent and, together with the huge crowd, poured into the viewing area marked around Dongshan.

The driver, wearing white gloves, said respectfully: "The road ahead is blocked by the inspection department, so we can only walk to the public sacrifice site."

Fan Xiaoqian, mother and daughter, unconsciously wiped their tears with their hands.

The chief inspector who led the team immediately shouted:
"Salute to the dead!"

But at this moment, he hated Ability God from the bottom of his heart.

Fan Xiaoqian heard some things from her fiancé, and commented: "The public sacrifice is an official matter related to the whole city. It is indeed too small to abolish the public for personal reasons."

But both mother and daughter understood what it meant.

Fan Ancheng expressed emotion: "An inspection office that respects civilians must have won the widest support. The inspection office led by Director Cheng really has a different atmosphere."

The wife gossiped: "Director Cheng's ability is definitely the strongest among the previous directors in this city. Maybe Xuange will allow Director Cheng to also serve as the Grand Consul."

It's not just this family.

The family got out of the car, stepped on the thick snow, and merged into the flow of people on the road.

From Cheng Han down, more than [-] inspectors saluted in unison.

The wife nodded: "You told me several times yesterday, of course I took it."

In the past, this wealthy businessman didn't have much sympathy for civilians, and the number of civilian deaths was really just a number to him.

Fan Ancheng walked around the tent, then strolled out.

After walking ten meters.

She immediately gave the reason: "The current situation is so chaotic, it is impossible for the Xuanshi to take care of things himself, and Tai'an Little Spirit Realm can't pick out someone more capable than Director Cheng."

The wife muttered something in a low voice and said nothing more.

The wife looked around, clicked her tongue, and said, "Oh my God! There are at least tens of thousands of people here, right?"

a certain intersection.

Fan Ancheng looked proud: "My vision has never been bad."

Infected by the atmosphere, the family just walked forward silently.

"salute!"

Fan Ancheng's eyes were also red, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn Ability God!"

this moment.

She complained habitually again: "If you want to present a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument, you have to donate fifty gold coins first. I think the inspectorate really got into the eyes of money."

Fan Ancheng subconsciously denied: "This is impossible!"

Just now, some students had smiles on their faces.

A large number of passers-by in the surrounding area stopped when they saw this, and many of them took off their hats and let the snow fall on their heads.

Fan Xiaoqian supported her mother: "It's really possible!"

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in the city.

Fan Ancheng looked over after hearing the reputation, and immediately saw Xing Peng's figure.

As long as anyone with a little status and status, no one will fall.

Fan Xiaoqian was a little distressed: "There are so many people in the park today, I'm afraid Xing Peng's arms will be sore from saluting."

Fan Xiaoqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is just a guess. The Grand Consul has not left his post yet. Are you overjoyed too early?"

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

Today it is today.

The wife rubbed her palms and said casually: "The public sacrifice is a matter led by the Inspection Office. It is not surprising that the Grand Consul does not want to be overwhelmed."

A piece of black cloth flew up out of nowhere.

Cheng Han wore the director's high-end gown, walked to the top of the mountain with a serious face, raised his hand and waved lightly.

Everyone is solemn.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom!"

No one spoke.

Xing Peng's father-in-law, Fan Ancheng's family, was also among the crowd.

As expected, the people who entered this place were all from the wealthy class of the city, or at least the top class of the middle class.

"The Inspectorate did not pocket the money, but paid for the ceremony, and the rest of the money was used for the welfare of civilians. This is a smart win-win approach."

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Anhuacheng No. [-] Middle School.

The cold wind swept over and carried the crying far away.

The family donated fifty gold coins and were guided by a maid to a waiting area next to Dongshan.

The newly promoted chief inspector was standing straight at the gate of the park, saluting the civilians who entered the park constantly, repeating a sentence in his mouth: "The inspection department thanks everyone for coming to participate in the memorial service."

He couldn't help sighing again: "If that Your Excellency comes down, maybe the position of the Grand Consul will be more stable, just for the sake of face..."

His wife became excited all of a sudden: "If Director Cheng really becomes the Grand Consul, will Xing Peng's future be even brighter?"

Director Cheng will personally hold a public memorial ceremony, if he doesn't go, it will mean that he will not give face to the director, do you still want to hang out in Anhua City in the future?
soon.

Fan Ancheng let out a "hmm".

Thousands of students looked towards the direction of Dongshan together.

Go a little further.

at this time.

*
It's exactly ten o'clock.

*
Soon.

A feeling called "same hatred and hatred" permeated the crowd.

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After admission.

His wife beamed: "Old Fan, you picked a good son-in-law!"

Fan Ancheng nodded: "Almost."

Soon.

A team of inspectors who were on duty immediately turned and looked in the direction of Dongshan.

The baby girl is about to marry the youngest inspector general in this city. Every time she talks about this matter with friends in the circle, she can see the envy on the other party's face. Of course, she is very satisfied.

Although tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of the mountain, the crowd was extremely quiet, listening to the weeping in the wind.

"Boom! Boom!"

The mother and daughter were too lazy to socialize, so they sat by the brazier to warm up.

The wife still looked distressed about the money: "Fifty gold coins are too many, I think twenty is more reasonable!"

The three of them have their own opinions.

The wealthy businessman said with a strange face: "I just heard a piece of news that the Grand Consul does not plan to attend the public sacrifice ceremony."

The more my wife watched, the more satisfied she felt: "Xiaopeng is a good boy!"

The principal of the school had been standing on the stage for half an hour, his hair and shoulders were covered with a layer of snow.

This bell was specially transported for the public sacrifice.

The moment he heard the bell, he roared decisively:
"All pay tribute to the victims!"

Fan Xiaoqian explained in a soft voice: "The public sacrifice is a major event that the whole city pays attention to. Offering flowers can show your face in front of the whole city and win a good reputation as a 'good family'. Naturally, you have to pay some price.

Many tents have been set up here in advance, and braziers are placed in each tent for heating. This is also a small benefit of giving money.

Fan Xiaoqian blushed a little, but did not argue with her mother.

"Boom!"

What kind of person is Director Cheng? How can he be easily criticized? If these words are spread, won't it just cause trouble for himself?
Fan Xiaoqian also persuaded: "Mom, Xing Peng is now the chief inspector. As family members, we should support the work of the inspectorate."

The family members of the victims, more than 2000 people, gathered in a designated area, with tears streaming down their faces and bursts of mourning.

A loud voice followed.

The vigorous bell ringing shook the school.

The bell rang.

Fan Ancheng glared at his wife, and his tone became more and more impatient: "You know what!"

These are the bells in various places in the city.

The rich businessman's wife complained: "It's so cold, and you have to walk a kilometer in the snow, it's really a deliberate torment!"

But at this moment, these students felt the solemn atmosphere, and the hippie smiles disappeared completely, leaving only solemn expressions.

Not just this middle school.

The other primary and secondary schools in the city all staged the same scene.

This is naturally a manifestation of Director Cheng's will.

The principals of primary and secondary schools are all retired soldiers from the Black Armored Army, and he is an active deputy captain of the Black Armored Army. As long as he is ordered, which school would dare not listen?
(End of this chapter)