To be honest, although I was well prepared, this was the first time I had ever done something like this. In my previous life, I also experienced Yan Yin's funeral, but it was a simple affair.

I attended Song Qingrong's father's funeral a few days ago, but I didn't participate in it personally.

But now, Wang Qian's husband's funeral is different. If it's not handled well, it will affect the reputation of my entire project. So it would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.

To be honest, there's really nothing to be nervous about...

Soon our group arrived near the address Wang Qian had given us. However, as we had agreed beforehand, I didn't take anyone to look for Wang Qian. Instead, I went to find Yan Shan first.

"Uncle, you need to take your men to Boss Wang's place first."

"It's not convenient for us to show our faces right now."

Since it had been agreed upon from the beginning, Yan Shan didn't ask many questions, but he asked with some concern, "Are you sure this will be alright? Won't something go wrong with so many people?"

Yan Shan glanced at the cars behind him, which were now filled with hundreds of people in suits.

Given this situation, even an ordinary person like Yan Shan, who knows the situation, would inevitably feel uneasy upon seeing it, and I can understand that.

I smiled and said, "It's nothing."

“They were all hired by Boss Gu. If there are any problems, I will contact him.”

Yan Shan nodded. "That's fine then."

"But we should still be careful."

He gave another reminder, then called on the other shopkeepers who had come to help, and together they set off for Wang Qian's house.

After Yan Shan left, I sent a text message to Wang Qian.

"Everything is ready."

Then I leaned against the car and waited patiently.

Everything was incredibly boring.

It's only a little past eight in the morning. According to the funeral and burial time that Wang Qian told me, there's still more than an hour to go. Although it's not a long time, the wait is still a bit boring.

Thinking of this, I looked at the person behind me.

How about we rehearse?

Just then, a rather flashy-looking Ferrari stopped in front of me, followed by a minivan. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes. You see, where we were was in the suburbs, because the cemetery was nearby, so it was quite remote.

The appearance of such a luxury car at this time definitely indicates something is wrong.

Soon a man with dyed yellow hair got off the car.

He first took out his phone, looking at me while looking at his phone, as if he was checking something. After checking, as if confirming, he waved his hand, the door of the van opened, and four or five people rushed out and surrounded me.

"That's him, beat him up."

I was taken aback for a moment.

What is that?

Beat me up?

I don't think I've ever offended the blond guy, have I?

"Wait a moment!"

Before anyone could make a move, I shouted.

Fortunately, the blond guy had some sense of honor. When he heard me speak, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and looked at me with disdain. "Speak, do you have any last words?"

"I didn't leave any last words. I'm just curious, what did I do to offend you?"

"Why come to see me in such a grand manner?"

"And how did you know I was here?"

The blond-haired man sneered, "You didn't offend me, but you offended someone you shouldn't have, so I have to teach you a lesson today."

"Whether you lose a leg, a hand, or your life depends on your luck."

"As for how I knew you were here..." the blond-haired man said smugly, "I can't tell you that. Our boss has his own methods."

"I understand." I nodded, took out a cigarette, and after fumbling for a while without finding a lighter, asked, "Can I borrow a light?"

"What a load of crap," the blond guy said impatiently.