The tragedy master Euripides said: "A grand funeral is just a kind of vanity for the living."
This is the sentence at the beginning of Feng Fugui’s will.
He told Lu Wen that he had already written his will the day he entered the industry.
In fact, many executives have a thin page of wills under their pillows or in their bookcases.
Feng Fugui's home is not in the city, it is an old house in the suburbs, so he spends most of his time resting in the executive bureau.
Although Du Changqing was hypocritical, he gave the Executive Bureau a good start.
After he left, many executives of the Executive Board had the habit of donating money.
The same goes for Feng Fugui. The object of his donation was a children's welfare home.
[Cremation, try not to waste land resources]
[Simple funeral]
[All relics are sold or donated directly]
[Please keep this old house for me]
[…]
The death of a third-level executive can cause quite a stir.
His funeral can last a long time, and friends and colleagues he has made over the past decades will come to his tombstone to express their thoughts.
Lu Wen sat in the living room of this old house.
The old sofa is covered with gray cloth, and the TV is covered with dust. The sun shines in through the wooden windows, and the tiny particles float gently in the light.
On the coffee table in the living room is a tape player from decades ago.
There is a tape inside.
Lu Wen pressed the play button.
The tape rotates slowly.
Nostalgic music echoed in the empty living room.
It was Fool's Wharf, an old love song that the old executive liked to listen to the most.
Feng Fugui's ancestors lived by the sea and were fishermen for generations.
People who live by the sea have some feelings about the sea. Even if they leave later, they will always miss those stormy days, when the boats rose and fell in the rough waves and the fishermen returned with full loads.
This old executive had no relatives and had been married before, but his wife died in a car accident not long after due to revenge by criminals.
Lu Wen stood up slowly and put down the will in his hand.
He came to the gate.
This old house should be left as it is.
The wooden door slowly closed.
Next he drove to an orphanage.
According to Feng Fugui's habit, he would go to this orphanage every once in a while, bringing some snacks, candies or toys.
When other people reach his age, they already have children and grandchildren, but he has lived alone for a long time, and this old man may also want to experience that feeling.
Lu Wen told the dean the truth, and then donated all of Feng Fugui's remaining property to the welfare home in accordance with the contents of his will.
Some children were confused as to why Grandpa Feng was not here today.
"The funeral has started, when will you come over?"
The caller was Wei Boyan.
"immediately."
Lu Wen hung up the phone.
This funeral is destined to be anything but simple.
Outside the public cemetery, countless fans of the wandering poet looked sad and dressed in black clothes, like pilgrims, surrounding the entire cemetery.
The two finally agreed with Feng Fugui.
The influence of the wandering poet must be eliminated, otherwise the city of Mowu will gradually embark on another path. This city does not need law enforcers in the night.
Lu Wen came to the outermost edge of the cemetery.
"It's Lu Wen, he's here too." Someone in the crowd whispered.
"What did the report say? The poet was shot by a criminal with a shotgun and finally confessed in the flames? Could it be Lu Wen who did it to him?" someone asked.
Lu Wen did not give any images from that time.
So people are quite curious about what happened in the fire last night.
"It's unlikely. Lu Wen has a very good relationship with Chief Feng, as well as Chief Wei from District 10. During this period, we often see the three of them having dinner together."
The crowd surrounding the cemetery has seriously hindered traffic around the cemetery.
There were people from other regions coming here in a steady stream, wanting to say goodbye to this legendary wandering poet for the last time.
Feng Fugui's body had been cremated overnight.
After living a lifetime, all that is left is a small, dark box.
The crowd made way for Lu Wen.
The person who presided over the funeral was a second-level executive officer of the Executive Bureau. According to Feng Fugui's last wish, everything was kept simple. Everyone in the Executive Bureau sat around and listened to him read his eulogy.
Wei Boyan sat at the front. In fact, he was the one who should preside over the funeral, but he didn't.
Lu Wen couldn't see any emotion on his face. The middle-aged man had been calm from last night to now.
"Chief Feng joined the Executive Bureau at the age of twenty-two. Thirty-six years have passed until now. He has seen a lot of the dark side of the world. His parents were killed by criminals, and his wife died in a car accident. It was later found out that he had just been released from prison. The world owes him a lot for what he did as a criminal. Perhaps he was worried that he would no longer be able to uphold justice after retirement, so he chose to become the guardian of the night... "
People in this world adhere to the concept that the dead are the greatest.
No matter how many things the wandering poet did during his lifetime, he is dead now.
Accompanied by a lifetime of glory and infamy, he will always sleep in the dark underground.
The funeral ended quickly.
People who came to mourn came forward one by one, offering flowers or words of thanks, and some even cursed.
Lu Wen and Wei Boyan left the scene early.
This matter is over, there are other things waiting for them.
"Chief Lu, Chief Wei..."
An intern from the Fifteenth District Executive Bureau followed them, with doubts in his tone and he hesitated to speak.
"Do you want to ask the truth?" Lu Wen looked at him,
"Yes." The intern nodded, his face still childlike.
"The truth is what you see."
Lu Wen patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.
While having lunch, the person in charge of the Executive Bureau of the Thirteenth District called him.
Considering Lu Wen's current influence and the major case of settling the wandering poet.
Ask him if he needs to be re-rated.
If the review is passed, Lu Wen is likely to become the only third-level bionic human executive officer in District 13, and may even be the only one in the entire Mowu City.
"This is too fast." Lu Wen said.
"We have considered this comprehensively. You are now the face of the Executive Bureau of the Thirteenth District, and to be honest, your credit is enough. The number of fugitives you have captured in the Fifteenth District during this period is worth The sum total of several years of other executives, many of them have lives in their hands," said the other end of the phone.
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple... In fact, just ending the wandering poets is already a great achievement. You successfully prevented more wandering poets from appearing in Mowu City."
"Okay, please inform me."
There are many agencies within the Executive Directorate, including numerous departments, large and small.
It was a headache for Lu Wen to go through these procedures. If he was an intern with no background, it would take several days to go through the regularization procedures and require more than 20 stamps. Fortunately, Xia Chuluo handled the formalities for him to become a regular employee.
Lunch is still a food stall on the beach.
The two sat opposite each other.
"What are your plans in the future?" Lu Wen looked at Wei Boyan.
(End of chapter)