The next day, around ten o'clock in the morning.
Gui Mengjun's "funeral" ended hastily. Since he died a violent death and the coast guard patrol team did not find his body, and the sea yacht attack case involved many people, the Gui family chose to handle the funeral in a low-key manner. They only collected some of his clothes, put them in a small coffin, and buried him at around seven in the morning.
In the eyes of outsiders, Gui Mengjun was gone, and the future of the Gui family became confusing.
At noon, in the Gui family's ancestral home on the outskirts of Hanoi, more than 20 chefs were preparing for the evening dinner.
The funeral is over, and Gui Mengjun's father plans to invite the family's collateral branches and in-laws to have dinner together tonight and hold an internal family meeting.
In the Gui Family Villa, Gui Mengxiong, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked to a car in the backyard and said to a young man in the car, "Shapi, go to the crematorium and inform Xue Ping'an and tell him about the plans for tonight."
"So urgent?"
"If we don't hurry, I think we have no chance." Gui Mengxiong frowned and replied, "Although the old man is old, he is still smart. I always feel that the way he looks at me is not right. It is better to act early than late. Get rid of him before the end of the exhibition, and the rest will be easy to deal with."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Shapi nodded.
"Okay." After giving the order, Gui Mengxiong got out of the car and left.
The young man named Shapi is thirty-one or thirty-two years old this year. He is the child of Gui Mengxiong's third aunt. The two grew up together and have a deep friendship, so the former trusts him very much.
Sha Pei looks a bit dissolute. He is not young anymore, and has dyed his hair a very bright light blue. He usually dresses in Hawaiian style, with floral pants and a floral shirt. In short, he looks like a gangster.
After Gui Mengxiong left, he immediately contacted the Gui family's production factories, trading companies, and the core leadership members of the Gui family who were working with him behind the scenes to organize the rebellion.
In fact, Gui Mengxiong has no sense of belonging to the Gui family. His father died very early, and his mother remarried. When he was young, Gui Mengxiong suffered a lot. He was often looked down upon and beaten by his stepfather.
After growing up, Gui Mengxiong successfully graduated from university and officially joined the core of the Gui family to assist Gui Mengjun in his work. In the eyes of outsiders, Gui Mengxiong is a precocious child who is polite, knows how to advance and retreat, and has strong working ability.
But in fact, Gui Mengxiong is a person with very extreme thinking. After he entered the core of the Gui family a few years ago, his stepfather's attitude towards him changed. He not only used his official position to help him, but also cared about him on weekdays.
However, Gui Mengxiong did not appreciate it. He prepared for more than two years. When his stepfather was drunk, he finally found an opportunity, poisoned and killed him. He also personally handled his funeral, and outwardly acted as if he had done nothing.
…
Hanoi, inside the compound of Tianbaofeng Funeral Home.
Lao Hei was standing next to the van he was riding in, with a small white flower on his chest and a cigarette in his mouth. With his extremely wrinkled face, he looked like an ordinary person who came to attend a funeral.
A bald man in the passenger seat looked at the crowds of people at the crematorium and said, "It's only September, not the peak season for the dead. Why is the business so good here?"
Lao Hei smoked a cigarette and replied, "There is only one crematorium in the entire Hanoi capital area. It's like they have a monopoly on the industry. How can business not be booming!"
The bald man grinned and replied, "Yeah, this thing is really profitable. If not, we can go back and find a place, get a license, and open a crematorium."
"Damn, bad luck!" Lao Hei immediately cursed: "Just work, don't say unlucky words."
"How come you are still superstitious?" The bald man joked, then reached out to put down the car seat, lay on his back with his eyes closed and rested.
Lao Hei and others came to the crematorium to keep an eye on the Xue family. The location was given by Brother Pao, and they did see Xue Ping'an arranging the cremation for his son.
Before Lao Hei came, he carefully put on some makeup, shaved his hair, left a bald head, and put on a beard. Although Xue Ping'an didn't know him, and the people here were even less likely to have seen him, he had worked a lot near Longcheng before, and the Xue family's henchmen often ran around, so he was still afraid of being recognized.
It was hot outside. Lao Hei sat under the parasol of the water shop, smoking a cigarette, waiting quietly.
“Buzz!”
At this moment, three or four large trucks and four or five off-road vehicles suddenly rushed into the main entrance of the funeral home.
Lao Hei looked over curiously and saw Xue Ping'an's henchmen, leading a group of shaved-headed wizards and monks, as well as piles of paper figurines and paper money rushing in.
"Fuck, they treat a funeral as a wedding, making it so grand." Lao Hei said in amazement.
Next to him, the owner of the water shop said in lame words: "Rich people! All the Chinese here are rich!"
"Haha, yes!" Lao Hei nodded with a smile.
While the two were communicating, three or four large trucks and an off-road vehicle actually drove towards Lao Hei.
"Whose car is this?!"
Xue Ping'an's henchman pointed at the car used by Lao Hei and others and asked a question.
Lao Hei was stunned for a moment, then he immediately stood up and replied, "Mine!"
"Move it away. We have to park our cars together, otherwise it will be difficult to unload the things." Xue Ping'an's henchman replied without question.
"You're parked here, where should we park?!" Lao Hei was stunned for a moment and replied, "We are waiting for someone too."
"Move to the backyard, quickly, and help!" the henchman replied in a bad tone.
Lao Hei secretly cursed the other party for showing off, because the place he chose happened to be the edge of the wall on the left side of the gate, which was a blind spot for the camera, and he didn't want to leave at all.
"Hurry up!" The leading thug glared and urged with a fierce look on his face.
Lao Hei looked at the other person, turned his head and looked around, trying to choose another place.
"Fuck, why are you taking so long!" The leader impatiently took out his wallet, pulled out three 100-yuan bills, and handed them over, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, take the money, and move to another place quickly. The cars at the door are blocked."
At this time, another car came outside the gate, and the passenger in the car was Shapi. Because the car was crowded, he turned his head and saw Xue Ping'an's henchman talking to Lao Hei and giving him money.
Lao Hei was here to do business, so he definitely couldn't make a fuss about such a thing. He took the money, bent down to get in the car, and drove the van to the side of the main building.
Shapi looked at Xue Ping'an's henchmen and muttered, "What a big scene."
…
Fifteen minutes later.
In the largest farewell hall of the funeral home, a group of monks and priests, holding various magical instruments, surrounded Xue Baolai's body and sent him to heaven.
Many areas in the Old Triangle are very Buddhist. The popularity of Buddha amulets started here before the Common Era, so it is not uncommon for monks to come to the funeral home to perform rituals. However, it is rare to see a funeral as big as Xue Baolai's.
Xue Ping'an stood on top of his son, his eyes red as he murmured, "Son, be good down there, don't do that to your mother..."
In the suburbs, in the Gui family's villa, Gui Mengxiong whispered to a middle-aged man, "Let's do it tonight. Tell the Tai family and Jing Yan about it."
"good!"