Chapter 313 Hongmen Banquet!
The more friends you have, the easier the road will be.
Although the boss has a bad temper and is stubborn, he has many close friends after traveling all over the world in these years.
Didn't Feng Dali say that the other party has a good background?
Do we have a small background?
Zhang Sanfen said: "Go back to the funeral parlor first. I'm not worried about the underground morgue. Let's check first."
I nodded to express my understanding.
The underground morgue is the most important part of Nanshan Funeral Home. If someone had tampered with it in advance, we would not have anywhere to cry.
When I returned to Nanshan Funeral Home, I saw that everything was normal with the day shift staff.
Some people are going through cremation procedures, and some are selling funeral supplies.
Director Gu didn't seem to be affected by the acquisition at all, and was still doing his job faithfully.
Zhang Sanfen and I didn't bother him, but directly opened the back door and went to the night shift management hall.
After entering, I saw that the yard was in a mess. The floor was covered with cigarette butts, footprints, and two mouthfuls of thick phlegm that were particularly conspicuous on the ground.
I frowned when I saw it.
This place is the working area of the night shift management staff, and they usually clean it themselves.
The floor is so dirty now, it's obvious that someone has broken in.
Zhang Sanfen took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Fei's number.
The phone rang several times before someone answered the call.
But an old voice came from inside: "Boss Zhang."
Zhang Sanfen's face suddenly darkened.
He said coldly: "Who are you?"
The old man opposite smiled and said: "My surname is Mo, from northern Zhejiang."
"Are you looking for Mr. Zhao? I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao is visiting us, but He drank too much and hasn't woken up yet."
The anger in my heart suddenly rose.
There are too many drunkards!
Although Zhao Fei loves money, he is very reliable in doing things.
Helping us guard Nanshan Funeral Home during this time can be regarded as conscientious.
How could he come to drink with you as a guest?
Moreover, even if you drink too much, you can just answer his phone call?
Zhang Sanfen was very calm, and he said calmly: "Zhao Fei had better be fine. Otherwise, your Jiangzhe Commercial Bank will not even think about going back!"
The old man opposite said with a smile: "Of course Mr. Zhao is fine. "
I also hope that he will introduce a famous outlaw."
"But I don't need him now. Director Feng just called me and arranged for us to meet tonight."
Zhang Sanfen said, "Then I I'm looking forward to meeting you tonight."
The old man opposite also smiled and said, "Similarly, I'm also looking forward to meeting you tonight."
Zhang Sanfen hung up the phone, then took a deep breath and said, "Come here. It’s not good!”
It’s true that the person who came is not good.
I originally thought that the other party wanted to buy Nanshan Funeral Home just to have the ability to protect themselves when troubled times came.
Even acquisitions must follow the rules.
But now I don't think so.
He dared to tie up Zhao Fei, and his tone of voice was extremely disrespectful to us.
They don't seem to be afraid of offending their bosses at all.
It’s really a bad sign!
Zhang Sanfen pondered for a moment and said: "Lao He, go and prepare things. If there is anything that may be needed, bring it out and prepare it for me!" "
I'm going to check the underground morgue. If there's anything in it There's a dead body, I'm going to let them carry it around without food!"
Seeing Zhang Sanfen's livid face, I didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly went to the car to prepare things.
Demon-killing thorns, rune swords, and various other things that might be useful were all sorted into categories and placed in two packages.
The tantric iron rod boss carries it with him, so I don’t need to make any arrangements.
After I finished all this, Zhang Sanfen also walked out of the underground morgue.
His face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he ordered me: "Drive to Fuping Hotel!"
When I saw him holding the Tantric iron rod in his hand, my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I said, "Boss, something happened?"
" Is there a corpse inside?"
Zhang Sanfen turned his head, and I realized that his eyes were full of anger.
"You bastard! How dare you break into my morgue and open my willow coffin! You are seeking death!"
My heart skipped a beat, and then I almost screamed out in surprise.
Is this a fucking businessman or a robber!
There are more than a hundred coffins in the underground morgue.
Four of them are the most special.
A bronze ghost coffin locked with iron chains, inside is a female ghost who can tell fortunes.
One is a sarcophagus with human faces on it, and inside is a corpse with thousands of people and thousands of faces.
There is also a coffin that is entirely golden. I still don’t know whether it is pure gold or gold-plated.
Inside is said to be the rumored golden undead corpse.
The last one is actually unremarkable, just an ordinary willow coffin.
There were rusty coffin nails on the coffin, and there were signs of decay on the wood, and there was no trace of the negative energy on it.
This is also the coffin that I can’t see through the most.
The remaining coffins contain one to suppress ghosts and two to suppress corpses. They all belong to a very distinctive category. But this seemingly ordinary willow coffin can be compared with these three coffins!
And the person who broke into the underground morgue opened this willow coffin!
Not particular! So ungrateful!
The mighty dragon can't overpower the local snake! Before this group of people purchased Nanshan Funeral Home, they dared to open a coffin and conduct an autopsy in the underground morgue!
Who can bear this?
Without saying a word, I drove the car and stepped on the accelerator, and soon turned into the Huaian Road Viaduct.
The journey was very fast, and in less than half an hour, we had arrived at the Fuqiang Hotel.
I parked the car in the open parking lot and threw a handbag to Zhang Sanfen.
Then we carried our bags and went straight to the service hall.
Look at the time, it's seven fifty now.
It's still ten minutes before the party starts.
But it doesn’t matter.
I originally wanted to have a good talk with the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank, but they didn't follow the rules, so naturally we didn't follow the rules either.
The waiter quickly took us to the private room.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a lot of people inside, at least a dozen people.
One of the male ducks said with a voice full of flattery: "Mr. Mo, it is really a happy thing for Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank to come to the north to develop." "
You don't know, since Yu Bu in northwest Shanxi After Shun's rebellion, many important scarce supplies were in short
supply." "We exorcists in North China warmly welcome you to come here to supply goods!"
"Don't worry! I'm quite famous in the provincial capital. , I have to call Zhang San uncle when I see him. No matter what happens between you, I can settle it!"
Another person laughed and said: "Zhang San is young after all. Young people love nothing more than two things, one One is a name, and the other is a woman."
"Mr. Mo, it's hard to say with money, you'd better give him some beautiful women, and then arrange for him to have a false position in a commercial bank. Such conditions are easy to win."
The man had just finished speaking. , and another person yelled at the top of his lungs: "Let me tell you, Mr. Mo's purchase of Zhang San's Nanshan Funeral Parlor has given him a lot of face!" "
If Zhang San doesn't agree, then he's not giving Mr. Mo face! Mr. Mo Sir, don't worry, Zhang San won't give you face, and we won't tolerate him! When the time comes, we will squeeze Nanshan Funeral Home out of the provincial capital..."
I listened to the anger outside, then kicked it violently, and immediately closed the door. Kick away.
The kick was so strong that everyone in the room immediately stopped talking and then turned to look at us.
Immediately afterwards, the faces of the group of people suddenly changed. He stammered: "Zhang...Zhang San..."
Zhang San ignored the group of people and walked forward.
Seeing us coming in, a man with a red face smiled and said: "Zhang San! Long time no see! I miss you, brother!"
"Come, come, brother, let me introduce you. This is Mo from northern Zhejiang." Mr. Wen."
"I tell you, you are very lucky this year. Do you know that Mr. Mo Wen is in charge of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank?" "
..."
He rambled on, but Zhang Sanfen had no idea. He interrupted him rudely, stared at the old man he introduced and said, "Are you Mo Wen?"
The old man opposite was energetic and full of arrogance.
He was wearing a moon-white Tang suit and had a pair of glasses on his nose.
There were two hunky-backed men standing behind him.
When Zhang Sanfen asked, the old man didn't answer, but said calmly: "Are you Zhang Sanfen?"
"It is said that Zhang Sanfen of North China is considered a figure in the northern region. Now it seems, hehe..."
With just these words, the faces of the men around him immediately became strange.
Something is wrong!
They are all well-known exorcists in the neighborhood. As the end of the Dharma era is coming, even the Secret Bureau has to appease them and even rely on them.
Otherwise Feng Dali would not invite these people.
But what did everyone think before coming?
It's not just about eating and drinking, giving each other face, and settling things.
But what's going on? The principals of both sides had just met, but they smelled such a strong smell of gunpowder!
Zhang Sanfen stared at Mo Wen and said, "You entered my underground morgue?"
Mo Wen said calmly: "Since you want to buy Nanshan Funeral Home, of course you have to see what corpses are there first."
Zhang Sanfen smiled slightly. I nodded and said, "Very good! Aren't you going to give me an explanation?"
My eyelids jumped because I found that Zhang Sanfen had put his hand on the handle of the tantric iron rod.
He is ready to take action!
A well-dressed middle-aged man advised: "Zhang San, Director Feng hasn't come yet, why don't you sit down and wait..." Before
he could finish his words, Mo Wen's eyes across from him were full of contempt: "I I want to see the corpses you collected, do I still need to explain to you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfen jumped up, kicked his feet, and threw two plates of fragrant dishes towards Mo Wen.
At the same time, the tantric iron rod in his hand went straight to Mo Wen's head with a whining sound!
This time it became hasty. No one expected that Zhang Sanfen would take action under such circumstances!
The surrounding guests turned pale with horror and subconsciously took two steps back to avoid being splashed with overturned dishes and tea.
But then they screamed again.
Damn it! Is Zhang Sanfen trying to kill someone?
If this iron rod hits a person's head, wouldn't it knock out even the brains?
(End of chapter)