The third day after Nie Rong's death happened to be the last auspicious day for burial this year.
Moreover, the weather had been cloudy and humid for the past month, making it hard to breathe, but today, after midnight, a strong wind suddenly blew the night sky into a deep blue, and when the sun rose in the morning, the blue sea reflected the blue sky.
Even on Xiangjiang Island, such good weather days are few and far between throughout the year.
The Nie family's mourning, funeral, and burial are all taking place today, making it the busiest day for everyone in the Nie family.
Outside the funeral home, flowers covered the entire long street, and people would come to deliver flowers from time to time.
At the end of the long street, journalists from all over the Asia-Pacific region stood shoulder to shoulder, setting up their cameras and microphones.
Reporters from various television stations had been waiting at the street corner since early morning. Guests had been coming to pay their respects since dawn. Some stopped to give interviews, but most remained silent with sorrowful expressions, walking through the flashing lights to the hall.
Political figures, financial magnates, intellectuals, and celebrities from Hong Kong gathered together.
Determined to produce stunning photos, everyone, regardless of gender, appeared without makeup and wearing sunglasses today.
Whether they were acting or genuinely heartbroken, only they themselves know.
Over the past year, Uncle Ming has been preoccupied with the funeral process even in his dreams, but today he is still overwhelmed with worries.
There are too many and too complicated things to handle, and it's not easy to coordinate them perfectly.
At this moment, in the quiet and solemn auditorium, guests were paying their respects and bidding farewell to the remains.
The Nie family, including A Yuan, were all present. Amidst the constant flashes of camera lights, he was wearing sunglasses.
The flash was too bright and might hurt his eyes, so Nie Zhao specially put it on his son himself and told him not to take it off.
But in the parking lot behind the auditorium, Uncle Ming was blocking Liang Lisheng and questioning him: "At 3:45 pm, the sun is shining directly on the mountain, which is also the best time for the Yuzhu to set sail. We have coordinated with the traffic police and the municipal government, and all the personnel at the intersection are in place to ensure that everything goes smoothly. But what's wrong with your Sihan? Why do you say that he can't guarantee it?"
The Jade Pearl was a medium-sized transport ship, and it was also the ship that the Nie family had always used to transport jewelry.
Back when Nie Ronggang fell ill, Uncle Ming had already suggested to Nie Zhao that it suspend its work and be sent to the Sha Gang for renovation.
The purpose of this is today. Since Liang Lisheng is in charge of the supervision, whenever Uncle Ming asks, he says there is no problem. So Uncle Ming personally oversees both sides of the matter. As for the boat, he only asks Liang Lisheng and has not made any on-site confirmations.
But the boat is the most important thing. Without it, we can't get to the island. If we can't get to the island, how can we talk about an auspicious time for burial?
Uncle Ming just called Liang Sihan, and the other party said he couldn't guarantee it, which made him very anxious.
As for Liang Lisheng, he only came once the day before yesterday, and he didn't show up at all yesterday. Today he came but just sat in the car and refused to get out. Uncle Ming understands him and knows that he is old and not in good health. But who isn't doing their job?
Uncle Ming's blood pressure soared over 200. Even after taking a blood pressure medication, he was still doing it.
Liang Lisheng held the phone in one hand while dialing, and at the same time reassured Uncle Ming: "I'll figure something out, the ship will definitely get there."
Uncle Ming continued, "What exactly happened to the ship? Even if it's been sitting there for too long and rusted, it's been long enough for you to repair it since the accident. Besides, that's the Yuzhu! I've repeatedly told you to moor it in the shed. Did you just leave it out in the open?"
Liang Lisheng gestured for Uncle Ming to calm down and dialed the phone: "Sihan, it's me. You must guarantee the boat!"
He paused and then said, "I already said it's nothing, immediately, right now, I just need the boat."
Uncle Ming interjected, asking, "What exactly happened?"
Liang Lisheng hung up the phone and said with a smile, "We've been partners for so many years. If I say it's nothing, then it's nothing. You can trust me."
Uncle Ming didn't even believe Nie Jiayu and Nie Jiajun. For three days in a row, even when he closed his eyes to rest, he held Nie Jiajun's hand and gave him constant instructions. As the eldest grandson, Nie Jiajun was responsible for a lot of ceremonies, and Uncle Ming was afraid that something might go wrong.
But he trusted Liang Lisheng, because just like the gambling king Wen had a famous right-hand man named Ye Han, Liang Lisheng was also Nie Rong's right-hand man. Moreover, they were brothers throughout their lives and never turned against each other. They saw their elder brother off on his final journey. Even if others didn't care, Liang Lisheng would definitely care. And as long as he cared, everything would go smoothly.
But the irony of life is that it is precisely the person Ming-shu trusts most, Liang Lisheng, who is about to cause trouble.
The person who could save his life and turn the tide at the critical moment was someone he had never expected.
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The farewell ceremony will be held before noon, followed by a simple luncheon and a farewell lecture.
Next came the procession of the coffin, and the people chosen to carry it had been decided a year in advance. In addition to the Nie brothers, Liang Lisheng, several former senior members of the company who were also the chairman, and several political figures were also present.
The journey wasn't far either. It was just a short distance from the auditorium, and after a brief display, the hearse was loaded onto the hearse.
However, there was a problem: Nie Rong's coffin was extremely heavy. Although there were ropes at the bottom and staff pulling at both ends, the people supporting the coffin couldn't just pretend; they had to put in the effort, otherwise it would tip over.
If the richest man's father were to fall over and his body were thrown out, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?
Uncle Ming had repeatedly instructed the eight people carrying the coffin on how to carry it and how to concentrate their efforts in one direction.
Before leaving, he walked ahead for a while to make sure everything was alright before finally going out.
At this moment, the guests were already outside the farewell hall, standing in two rows around the flower baskets. The eldest son, Nie Jiajun, carried the memorial tablet at the front, followed by Jiayu, Nie Han, Chen Rou carrying little Ayuan, and then the coffin.
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