A smile appeared on Wang Ting's face.

"With Brother Yaowen's words, I feel at ease."

When the flowers were all set, Uncle Quan sang.

"Choose an auspicious place, choose an auspicious time, and be buried!"

After the coffin was pushed into the tomb, Wang Ting, Brother Yaowen and Hengji's people stepped forward, took shovels, and buried the pit one by one.

After all this was over, Grandpa's funeral was almost over.

After people simply expressed their condolences, some bosses left directly, while others followed Hengji to the hotel for dinner.

Originally, Brother Yaowen proposed to let them go directly to Wang Ting's entertainment city.

On the one hand, it is to make the guests have more fun, and on the other hand, I also want to attract more high-end passenger flow for Wang Ting.

But today is Grandpa's funeral day after all, so it's not appropriate for Wang Ting to open the door to do business.

After several discussions, I finally chose a local five-star hotel.

After drinking and eating, Wang Ting personally sent the guests out of the hotel.

And take them to the car one by one.

"Mr. Li, get in touch next time."

"Boss Wang, let me know when you come to the entertainment city in a few days. I will treat you well."

"Boss Liu..."

When I returned to the entertainment city, it was very late.

Wang Ting asked the younger brothers to disperse directly, and returned here with Axiang Adong.

After a hard day's work, Ah Xiang's tie has long been lost.

He unbuttoned his shirt and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's really not easy to finally send the old ghost away."

Adong joked: "You like him? Be careful that the old ghost comes back to play with you at night."

A Xiang laughed and scolded: "Dead boy, do you know that you can't make such a joke today?"

Wang Ting opened the car door, took a breath of fresh air outside, and said.

"Ah Xiang, ask someone to find out where Uncle Quan is."

Ah Xiang was stunned for a moment, then said, "I remember that during the meal, this old guy drank a few drinks and slipped away."

Wang Ting nodded: "Grandpa died suddenly. He has the highest status. If I become a 'guest house', it will probably ruin his good deeds."

A Xiang suddenly came to the spirit: "Brother Ting, what do you mean..."

Saying that, he put his hand in front of his neck and gestured for a cutting motion.

Wang Ting laughed dumbly.

"He is a well-respected old man from Hengji, how could I do anything to him."

After speaking, he showed an intriguing expression: "I just want to talk to him about something."

When Ah Xiang heard what he said, he nodded.

"I know Brother Ting, I'll do it right away."

PS: Ask for a wave of flowers, ask for a wave of monthly tickets, ask for a wave of evaluation tickets, and ask for various data in an infinite loop.......... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ............

Chapter XNUMX Become a seated pavilion!

In the dark office, Wang Ting just put down the phone.The call was from Michelle, probably because she was afraid that Wang Ting would be too sad and wanted to comfort him a few words.

Wang Ting told her not to worry, and then hung up the phone in disbelief.

Grandpa killed it himself, he is a sad ghost~.

Even so, he still didn't want Michelle to know too much. The more she knew, the more worried she would be.

Wang Ting always felt that it was a man's dereliction of duty to let a woman worry about a man's affairs. At the same time, it was also a kind of protection for her.

After dealing with the big guys in the hotel at night, Wang Ting was still a little drunk.

But there is one more big thing to do tonight, and he can't let the alcohol hold him back.

After unbuttoning the suit, revealing the muscular muscles under his shirt, Wang Ting came to the middle of the office and slowly put on the posture of Bajiquan, trying to force out the rest of the drink by punching.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Only the atmosphere lights were turned on in the office, and the environment was very dark, only the neon lights of the night scene in the distance were looming.

And in such a scene, Wang Ting began to move. He punched the sky with punch after punch, sometimes as light as a sea swallow, sometimes as vigorous as a cheetah.

The fist hit the air, waving a harsh wind whistling.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ting slowly stopped his work and stood there, sweating profusely.

Not far away, there was a night wind coming from the small window, Wang Ting opened his eyes, revealing a superb light.

Through the exercise just now, he not only forced out the rest of the alcohol, but also recovered a lot of spirit.

The Bajiquan bestowed by this system is truly mysterious!

After taking a shower, Wang Ting returned to the office. Just as he sat firmly, the direct elevator opened. A Xiang walked in and said.

"Brother Ting, I found it. Uncle Quan is now heading towards Dunhuang KTV."

"Dunhuang KTV?" I thought Uncle Quan was getting old, so he should go home at this point.Wang Ting was even ready to have a full martial arts experience at his house.

I didn't expect this old guy to go to KTV at night.

A Xiang nodded and said, "Dunhuang KTV was built half a year ago. It is in Beicheng District. If you go now, you can get there in XNUMX minutes."

As soon as Ah Xiang finished speaking, the system prompt came.

"The system issues a random task: Take a seat in Hengji's hall."

"Reward for mission completion: Appreciation from Chief Superintendent Raymond."

Chief Superintendent?Isn't that the big brother among the gangsters?

If he has a good relationship with him, then Wang Ting really has no scruples.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and said, "My grandfather just died, this old thing went to sing, it's really interesting."

Ah Xiang knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and said with a smile:

"As the younger generation who has the best relationship with Grandpa, Brother Ting should teach Uncle Quan."

The corner of Wang Ting's mouth curled up.

"Appreciate the manpower, let's take a trip to Dunhuang KTV and teach people well."

"Okay." Ah Xiang responded, suddenly turned his head and said, "Brother Ting, do you need to let all the brothers bring that thing?"

He was talking about firearms, of course.

Wang Ting laughed and scolded: "Beijing city has a lot of people with so many firearms? Brat, do you want to fly with the police?"

Hearing this, Ah Xiang scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Wang Ting paused, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"Just bring one, the others... Even if you set off firecrackers, you have to pick an auspicious day, right?"

......

On the other side, after Uncle Quan came out of his villa, the bodyguards guarding the car came over immediately.

"Uncle Quan!"

"Uncle Quan!"

"Uncle Quan!"

Uncle Quan nodded. Because of Grandpa's death, many of his layouts were disturbed, so he was in a bad mood now.In order to deal with the butterfly effect that Grandpa had brought to him after his death, Uncle Quan disregarded his status as a senior executive of Hengji, and left the venue early before the guests left.

After working for several hours and making more than a dozen phone calls, he finally felt relieved.

But don't worry, don't worry, only you know the grievances in Uncle Quan's heart.

After three years of hard work and good relations with all forces, the most important grandpa died when he was about to pick peaches.

Thinking of this, Uncle Quan ignited a nameless fire in his heart.

This old ghost, he didn't choose a good day to die, and now he died, didn't he let him sit with the other two uncles?

What a waste.

Seeing that Uncle Quan's face was not good, a bodyguard said cautiously, "Uncle Quan, where do you want to relax?"

Uncle Quan glanced at him: "What? Are you in a hurry?"

The bodyguard's face suddenly turned pale, and he faltered: "No, I just..."

If it was in the past, Uncle Quan would have called someone to beat the head of this talkative bastard with blood.

But today is Grandpa's funeral after all, so it's not easy for him to be too high-profile.

"Next time you talk more, I'll pull out your tongue." Uncle Quan glared at him.

Hearing this, the bodyguard immediately sweated profusely, and he didn't dare.

Uncle Quan got into the car and said coldly, "Drive, go to Dunhuang KTV."

Although Grandpa died of a heart attack, Uncle Quan faintly sensed a sense of crisis.

He usually only takes two bodyguards when he goes out. When he left the villa today, he called everyone.

Uncle Quan also felt exhausted on such a day.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

Since Grandpa's old ghost can stay in the 'guest house' for nine years, why can't he?

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