In his previous life, Lin Yifeng was tricked by his first love into going abroad, missing the period of rapid development in his homeland.
He finally managed to amass a fortune of hundreds of...
"Oh dear, I was just apologizing to you, and my mind just wasn't working properly!"
Bai Yejin gave a soft snort; she was certainly not the kind of naive and innocent girl.
But for some reason, on her way here today, all she could think about were Lin Yifeng's words from the cafeteria.
"Yours is too big, I have a physical reaction."
That's very vulgar.
But Bai Yejin wasn't angry at all; she even glanced down at herself from time to time.
Was it really so big that it gave Lam Yat-fung a physical reaction?
He does seem to be much older than the other students.
"The police are here!"
"Officers, you've finally arrived!"
Lin Yifeng and Bai Yejin, who had only gotten off the bus a few minutes earlier, saw the police coming on motorcycles. Bai Yejin, who hadn't done anything wrong, suddenly became nervous.
She leaned close to Lin Yifeng's ear, her face full of worry: "Lin Yifeng, the police won't make us move the funeral hall, will they?"
"Won't!"
Lin Yifeng said with absolute certainty.
Death is an extremely important event in life.
Even if the current location of the mourning hall set up by these filial sons is wrong and blocks the soon-to-open Macburg.
But when faced with this situation, the first person the police should try to persuade is Mike.
Instead of the filial sons in the mourning hall.
After all, funerals don't last forever, but the McCauley-Borg will continue indefinitely.
Just as Lin Yifeng had predicted, the policeman who got off the motorcycle, after learning the reason for the standoff, went straight to Ma Wenhong and said with a serious expression, "Comrade, please put down the knife first."
Seeing the serious-looking policeman, Ma Wenhong angrily put down the kitchen knife and shouted, "Officer, we are from the meat processing plant, the Muye City Meat Processing Plant."
"Today is the grand opening day of our Macburg, and you're saying their funeral parlor is blocking our door? What kind of behavior is that?"
"Officer, I don't ask for much, just have them move the mourning hall to the other side, so it doesn't block my door!"