Feng Qiusheng is eighty-four years old this year. One of his ancestors was a seventh-rank official.

In his youth, Feng Qiusheng attended a private school and even went to Kyoto with his grandfather. Later, his family fell into poverty, and his two children died on the battlefield during the War of Resistance against Japan. Disheartened, he stayed in Dahu Village and never left.

Dahu Village is about 30 kilometers away from Muye City, which is not a short distance. Lin Yifeng didn't know how Xu Qingyi found such a family to hold the funeral.

However, the effect was surprisingly good. Ma Wenhong couldn't do anything about the mourning hall. Even when the police were called, they advised Ma Wenhong instead of letting the sons of the mourners move the mourning hall.

"Little one, you can go about your business without worry. As long as this old man is still here, the mourning hall will never be moved."

After chatting idly in the mourning hall for about ten minutes, Feng Qiusheng forcefully tapped the ground with his cane to make a promise. Finally, he glanced at Xu Qingyi, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Young man, it's not that this old man doesn't believe you, it's just that two thousand yuan is no small sum. These young men in our village have been working so hard for you, and I, an old man, would shamelessly bully them? This money..."

"Don't worry, sir, I won't shortchange you a single penny."

Lin Yifeng chuckled and assured him that 2,000 yuan was not a small sum, but if it could deliver a heavy blow to him on the opening day of Macburg, then the money would be well spent!

"Hahaha."

Feng Qiusheng laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, which reassured Lin Yifeng.

With the over-eighty-year-old, frail Feng Qiusheng present, there won't be any problems at the funeral hall.

There shouldn't be any problems with the train station store. Even if Macburg were to open normally today, not many people would go in to make a purchase.

The shop's door was blocked by the mourning hall, which made most people feel uncomfortable.

Lin Yifeng, along with Bai Yejin and Xu Qingyi, removed their mourning caps and left the mourning hall. They then rode a diesel tricycle, chugging along, towards the dilapidated street shop.

Macburg opened two stores, one on Broken Street and the other at the train station.

Lin Yifeng is going to check on the situation at the dilapidated street shop.

"Lin Yifeng, you still deny it was you!"

Bai Yejin, who was sitting in the back of the diesel tricycle with Lin Yifeng, pouted, still upset about Lin Yifeng lying to her. Lin Yifeng smiled and was about to explain something when Bai Yejin spoke up again.

"Lin Yifeng, if the people in MacFort find out what we're doing, do you think they'll call the police?"

Before Lin Yifeng could reply, Bai Yejin said to herself, "That's not right, calling the police doesn't seem to be of any use. The police just arrived."

"Lin Yifeng, do you think the people in MacFort will target us now that they know?"

"Hey, that's not right!"

"We've been targeted by McCain..."

Bai Yejin felt relieved. She suddenly burst into silly laughter and patted Lin Yifeng on the shoulder.

"Are you stupid?"

"That's right. Today I felt like I didn't know what I was thinking. My brain just couldn't work."

Bai Yejin felt stupid today, inexplicably turning into a dim-witted little fool.

She's not like that at all.

It must be that scoundrel Lin Yifeng... Bai Yejin looked down at her chest, her mind filled with Lin Yifeng's scoundrel quotes.

...

Ma Wenhong is once again in a standoff with someone.

The reason was that the funeral parlor blocked the entrance to the Macburg shop.

When Ma Wenhong encountered this incident at the train station, he thought it was an accident. However, when he arrived at the dilapidated street shop, he found that there was a mourning hall blocking his shop, and he immediately understood.

He was being targeted.

On the day of Macburg's opening, both stores were blocked by a funeral parlor. You say this is a coincidence? Who would believe it?

If Ma Wenhong still can't react to being targeted so deliberately, he wouldn't be the manager of a meat processing plant.

Ma Wenhong led a group of people, but this time they did not confront the filial sons in the mourning hall. Instead, they went to the entrance of Wallace and confronted the Wallace employees.

Confronting the bereaved family at the funeral hall will yield no results. Even if you call the police, they will only try to smooth things over and won't solve anything.

Ma Wenhong knew without asking that the funeral parlor was set up by Wallace's men, which is why he chose to seek help from Wallace.

Ma Wenhong and a group of employees stood at the entrance of Wallace, scaring the Wallace employees into not daring to come out, and even scaring other diners into not daring to enter Wallace.

When Lin Yifeng, Xu Qingyi, and Bai Yejin arrived at the broken street shop, Xu Wanxia was negotiating with Ma Wenhong.

Lin Yifeng couldn't hear their conversation clearly, but he could see that Ma Wenhong had a gloomy expression, while Xu Wanxia looked anxious.

"boss!"

Xu Qingyi's temper flared up instantly. He clenched his fists, glared fiercely at Ma Wenhong, and immediately launched into a tirade of martial arts rhetoric:

"Boss, I want to cripple him."

"Not worth it."

Lin Yifeng said casually, "Xu Qingyi is not even eighteen years old yet. It's not worth trading his future for Ma Wenhong's future."

"Boss, then we..."

Xu Qingyi rolled up his sleeves, clearly ready to fight the people from McCauley, but Lin Yifeng stopped him with a smile:

"Violence can indeed solve many problems, but it can also bring a lot of trouble."

"Under normal circumstances, if you can make money peacefully, you should not resort to violence."

Lin Yifeng lectured Xu Qingyi, saying that Xu Qingyi was quite reliable in handling matters, but most of the time, when he encountered problems, he always thought of using violent means to solve them.

This may be related to his experience of wandering from the three northeastern provinces to the Central Plains Province.

You can't hit him, you're not ruthless enough. He'd be a beggar and wouldn't even get food.

Suppressing Xu Qingyi's urge to take action, Lin Yifeng put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Wallace.

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