Chapter 65: Retiring from the Circle, Day 65: Secret love is a person's famine...
The middle-aged man thought about the unexpected events that happened when he bought paper products several times before, and felt uneasy, not knowing how to respond.
In fact, he also knew that he was too unlucky. If it were any other time, he would definitely go to a temple near Beijing North to worship and then find some master monk to get rid of the bad luck. But the situation was urgent now. He was running back and forth to find a funeral home and had no free time at all.
His expression was frozen, and his tone was filled with uncertainty: "It should... work, right?"
Sang Qiqi stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck drove along the lane, holding an opposite opinion from the middle-aged man.
It’s hard to say. After all, it’s rare to be so unlucky.
She asked the middle-aged man: "Have you always been so unlucky?"
The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly: "How is that possible! If I were to be this unlucky every day, I doubt I'd even survive."
It's a situation like this where when you buy something, the store gets burned down, your car gets stuck in the Yujiang River, or your car gets blown up. If this happens to him every day, he would be exhausted.
He took the water Sang Qiqi casually handed over and gulped down half a bottle like a buffalo. Once the sore throat was gone, he said, "This Mercury retrograde situation has only appeared in the past few days, and it's not just me who's experiencing it. I think my boss and our old lady are all experiencing it too."
"Tell me about it."
"The old lady was hospitalized a week ago after getting a fish bone stuck in her throat. Then, while walking outside, she was hit by a wall. She was rushed to the hospital overnight, but she couldn't be saved."
"As for my boss, he finally secured a partnership, but when negotiating the contract, the other party insisted on holding the contract at a resort mountain resort on the border of Jingbei and Kuicheng, claiming the scenery was beautiful and that signing the contract there would be more ceremonial. As a result, when my boss went to sign the contract, his car broke down, and he was stranded at the foot of the mountain. After he got a new car and was able to get back on the road, he was told that the other party's representative had left the resort on a whim to go to the top of the mountain to enjoy the scenery, missed a step, and fell off a cliff. His body has not been found to this day. The partner now, for some unknown reason, is saying that God is preventing us from signing the contract."
"Um, and—"
"Anything else?" Sang Qiqi had a strange expression.
The middle-aged man's smile was even more awkward, but based on the facts, he had to nod: "Yes, yes."
Yes.
Sang Qiqi: "...then continue."
Middle-aged man: "After the cooperation fell through, my boss got into a car accident on his way to work and was almost rendered vegetative. He finally woke up after being in a coma for three days, but his legs and feet are still inconvenient and he almost cried out—"
The middle-aged man restrained himself, but didn't utter the second half of his sentence. He scratched his head and concluded, "These are all major Mercury retrograde events. I'm too lazy to mention the choking on the cup. Anyway, this is Mercury retrograde like no other. I couldn't be more unlucky."
After saying that, he sighed heavily.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
really.
In her entire life, she had rarely seen anyone so unlucky.
Moreover, several people were unlucky together.
As Sang Qiqi was thinking, a horn suddenly blared in her ears. She tilted her head to look in the rearview mirror. In the palm-sized mirror, she saw a tanker truck that seemed to have lost control, unexpectedly making an S-shaped turn on the crowded road. The panicked honking of cars mixed with the screech of brakes and accelerators, making her head explode in an instant.
The sounds of collisions continued, and the middle-aged man who also noticed this scene had turned pale.
He suddenly leaned out of the window, his gaze fixed on the oil tanker truck that was heading straight for them. His pupils shrank a little, his fingers gripping the door handle nervously, and he turned to look at Sang Qiqi: "This, this, this—"
Sang Qiqi frowned, looked at the lane in front of her which was blocked but all the vehicles had already stepped on the accelerator, then glanced at the empty space in the side lane, said to the man, "Hold on tight", and then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The pickup truck flew out in an instant like a sharp arrow.
Zila.
With a turn of the steering wheel, the pickup truck swung its tail like a dragon and rushed to the first lane on the left.
At the same moment, the pickup truck's rear end left its lane and the tanker truck slammed into it. Without the pickup truck blocking its path, it crashed headfirst through the guardrail and into the greenway. Half of the vehicle veered into the non-motorized vehicle lane, overturning several electric scooters parked on the sidewalk.
Then it slowly stopped.
Elsewhere, a middle-aged man, nearly thrown out of the window, clutched the handrail tightly. His glasses clattered into the car and were crushed to pieces by his frantic footsteps. He didn't have time to pay attention; he felt his heart nearly leap out of his throat, his rapid breathing becoming heavier with each gasp.
He kept holding the handrail with a dazed look on his face until the pickup truck slowed down and stopped.
Sang Qiqi looked at him. His face was pale and he looked frightened. She asked quickly, "Are you okay?"
Amidst the buzzing noise in his ears, Sang Qiqi's clear and pleasant voice suddenly broke through. The middle-aged man's mind, which seemed to be filled with fog, suddenly cleared up. He turned his head to look at Sang Qiqi and shook his head repeatedly: "No, nothing."
I was just scared to death. I have never encountered such an exciting scene.
"I'll get out and take a look." Sang Qiqi opened the car door and walked towards the tanker truck.
The surroundings were in a complete mess. After a pause in the chaos, the car drivers slammed their doors and got out in anger. Their faces were flushed with anger, and some of them even walked towards the tanker, obviously wanting to have a good argument with the driver.
Sang Qiqi's gaze shifted from them to the tanker driver.
The other person's hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, and his expression was even uglier than that of the person in the passenger seat. It was obvious that he had not expected such an accident to happen.
Looking at the position of the front of the tanker truck, if her pickup truck had not stepped on the accelerator and left in time, it would probably have been hit on the head by it. At the very least, it would have rolled to the non-motorized vehicle lane next door.
"Boss Sang."
The middle-aged man walked to Sang Qiqi's side with unsteady steps. Having witnessed the whole process, he followed Sang Qiqi's gaze to the location of the tanker truck. His face, which had finally regained some color, turned extremely pale again.
From this angle...if Boss Sang hadn't reacted quickly, it's hard to say whether he is dead or alive now!
"Our car is fine, so we don't need to stay here." Sang Qiqi looked at him, then glanced at the car ahead that hadn't been affected and had already started to drive away, and said, "Let's deliver the goods first."
"good."
The middle-aged man naturally couldn't refuse. He hurriedly caught up with Sang Qiqi, dragging his sore legs. He got in the car and saw her calmly start the engine and step on the accelerator. He couldn't help but sigh, "Boss Sang, you don't look panicked or scared at all. You're really brave."
Sang Qiqi replied vaguely: "Not bad."
In reality, she thought to herself: Isn't that necessary? She's a ghost. Even if the tanker truck really hits her and smashes her body to pieces, she won't die.
Hearing these two concise words, the middle-aged man felt even more deeply that despite her young age, Sang Qiqi was calm and composed, unlike anyone else. He thanked himself countless times for what he had heard his wife say when they were searching for a funeral home: "Sang Qiqi's funeral home is also in northern Beijing, so it's not too far away. Besides, Sang Qiqi doesn't seem like an ordinary person. I saw online that she's a Taoist priest. I guess buying paper products from her store won't be so unlucky."
He slammed his back against the chair and exhaled.
Although the tanker truck accident just now was more serious than the previous ones, he, Sang Qiqi and the paper-made items were all intact, which was enough to prove that his wife's words were reasonable.
But after the previous incident, the middle-aged man did not dare to let his guard down easily.
During the following drive, he kept his eyes wide open and stared at the road conditions because he didn't have glasses. When he stopped and waited for the green light to come on, he would subconsciously tense his body when he saw a truck coming in the lane next to him or behind him, for fear that something would happen again.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
More than an hour later, Sang Qiqi's pickup truck successfully entered the internal road of the funeral home.
"We're here." The middle-aged man quickly got out of the car and said to Sang Qiqi, "Boss Sang, take a seat and rest. I'll get you two bottles of water and then call someone to bring in the paper figurines."
"Don't bother, I'll help you move it." Sang Qiqi waved at him, opened the bed of the pickup truck, picked up various types of exquisite paper-made products in her arms, and walked towards the mourning hall.
As soon as she stepped inside, she saw countless white flowers covering the mourning hall. A huge portrait of the deceased was placed above the coffin, and there were also many flower baskets and wreaths. Sang Qiqi's eyes fell on the portrait and took a look. The old lady the middle-aged man mentioned looked to be in her seventies or eighties, with a head full of silver hair. Although her face was wrinkled, she looked very kind when she smiled.
She shifted her gaze from the portrait to the personal introduction on the side, and when she saw the words 'Pingxi Group', she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Isn’t this a well-known enterprise in northern Beijing?
The middle-aged man walked in with a grunt, bent down to put the paper figurine down, and stood up to see Sang Qiqi standing in front of the old lady's coffin without moving. He noticed her gaze and explained, "The old lady is actually my boss's grandmother."
"Is your boss the CEO of Pingxi Group?"
"right."
Sang Qiqi nodded and glanced at the mourning hall. It was luxurious, indeed, but also deserted. Aside from a few monks chanting scriptures and performing a memorial service, there was only a young girl in black kneeling before the old lady's coffin.
Well...some time ago, she heard about the romance between the second son of Pingxi Group and a female celebrity in the circle. Some netizens said that the second son was not doing his job properly all day long and was completely different from his eldest brother.
As for who his elder brother, the boss of Pingxi Group, is, netizens basically praise him.
Words like young and promising, handsome, and outstandingly capable are all good words.
Sang Qiqi also read some information about the other party. It said that the eldest son of the Pingxi Group lost his mother at a young age, and his father was as good as dead, so he was raised by his grandmother. The two had a very good relationship. But now that the old lady was gone, why was this eldest son nowhere to be seen?
Sang Qiqi felt something was amiss, but she didn't ask any further questions. She quickly unloaded the goods and said goodbye to the middle-aged man. After a moment's thought, she added a few more words, "According to my sixth sense, your boss and your Mercury retrograde situation might not be that simple. I suggest you find a Taoist priest to investigate. Otherwise..."
"What else?!" the middle-aged man asked impatiently.
Sang Qiqi pointed in the direction of the funeral hall and expressed her opinion honestly: "Given your level of bad luck, even buying a paper figurine can cause so many problems. It's hard not to wonder if something unexpected will happen during the funeral."
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "B-for example?"
Sang Qiqi counted on her fingers and said, "During the funeral, the coffin flipped over, the body fell out, and the incinerator exploded..."
I had just given two examples when I heard someone shouting, "Bullshit!"
Sang Qiqi and the middle-aged man turned their heads at the same time. When they saw the man in black hurrying over, the middle-aged man standing next to Sang Qiqi subconsciously frowned and called out, "Mr. Huo."
The surname is Huo? Isn't that the old lady's family?
Sang Qiqi looked at the face in front of her. She was in her fifties or sixties, but looked very young. Her hair was shiny and greasy, and it was obvious that she had had it styled.
When she approached, she smelled strongly of women's perfume.
He pointed at Sang Qiqi's nose, glared at her and cursed, "What kind of girl is this to curse my mom like that? Get away! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Mr. Huo——"
Before the middle-aged man could speak, Sang Qiqi raised her eyelids and scoffed, "Wipe off the perfume on your body and the lipstick marks on your collar before you say that. It's as if you're afraid others won't know you just came out of a gentle place."
Huo Gan was stunned when he heard this. When he looked down and saw the glaring lipstick mark on his collar, his expression suddenly froze.
Sang Qiqi glanced at him and said slowly with a hint of sarcasm, "My mother's body is still here. You, as a son, are so free."
Huo Gan was ridiculed and immediately retorted: "What does it have to do with you whether I have the time or not? Get out of here! You are not welcome at my mother's funeral. Get out of here right now!"
After saying this, Huo Gan turned around and walked towards the mourning hall.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man said to Sang Qiqi with an apologetic look on his face: "This is my boss's father. He...is not very smart. Miss Sang, please don't bother with him."
Sang Qiqi pursed her lips: "Don't worry."
She must have the same experience as him.
The middle-aged man, who had no idea what was going on in Sang Qiqi's mind and expression, let out a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to the funeral issue that Sang Qiqi had originally mentioned... To be honest, those words did sound a bit like a curse on the old lady, but after experiencing the tanker truck incident, he really felt that Sang Qiqi's words were not alarmist.
"Regarding the accident you just mentioned, can you solve it?" he asked.
Sang Qiqi blinked. Everyone has their own expertise, so it might not be appropriate to give this task to her.
So, she shook her head and said, "Let me recommend a Taoist priest to you. You can contact him and ask him later."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time and didn't utter the three words "Is it reliable?" He nodded and said yes.
After leaving Mingxin's contact information, Sang Qiqi drove away from the funeral home in her pickup truck.
At the same time, after separating from Sang Qiqi, the middle-aged man returned to the old lady's mourning hall and stood there like a statue for a while. Seeing Huo Gan kowtow twice in a pretentious manner and then leave in a hurry, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.
I don’t know how such a wise and powerful old lady could give birth to such a thing.
Most likely it’s because the inferior genes on the old man’s side are too strong.
"Zhao Zhu, I'm here with grandma. Please go check on my brother first." The young girl kneeling in front of the old lady's mourning hall raised her pale face, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Zhu nodded: "You should also take care of your health."
The girl hummed: "I know."
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When Sang Qiqi drove her pickup truck back to the funeral home, she deliberately changed the route and bought some fried food along the way.
Zhang Lin watched her return with bags and bags, wondering if she really loved junk food. Then he approached Sang Qiqi and took a portion of fried chicken strips.
He also loves to eat.
"I saw a car accident on Fuzheng Road?"
Duan Sui bent down to help her put out all the fried food, considerately opened the sauce, and tilted his head to ask Sang Qiqi.
Sang Qiqi bit her starch sausage and nodded: "I almost got hit."
Although he knew that with Sang Qiqi's abilities and skills, she would be fine even if she really bumped into someone, Duan Sui still frowned: "Is she okay?"
Sang Qiqi winked at him, then wandered around in front of him again, pinching her arms and face: "Look, all the body parts are still there."
Amused by her statement, Duan Sui picked up a French fry with his long fingers, relaxed and asked casually, "A surprise?"
Surprised that Duan Sui had grasped the key point so quickly, Sang Qiqi shook her head. "It's hard to say. We need to investigate. But how did you know there was a car accident on Fuzheng Road? Has it been broadcast on the news yet?"
"Miss Bai next door saw the relevant circle of friends and came to find you."
So that's how it is.
Sang Qiqi sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating a starchy sausage while opening Weibo to search for news about the car accident on Fuzheng Road. More than two hours had passed since the accident, and the authorities had released some explanations to appease the public, but the views were pitifully low.
Sang Qiqi opened the image and took a look. The traffic police in Fuping, northern Beijing, gave a simple explanation: the tanker driver claimed the brakes and accelerator had failed, causing the vehicle to lose control and crash into a group of cars, resulting in the chain reaction. They had already sent the tanker for inspection, but the details of what had happened still needed to be revealed after the inspection report was released.
She exited the official statement again and looked at the popular Weibo posts under the topic.
[Damn, as one of the people involved in this pileup, who knows that when I saw the tanker truck approaching from behind in the rearview mirror, I even thought of my last words.]
[I even called my parents and told them my bank card password/closed eyes]
[What’s my bank card password? I even told them I had a child abroad without their knowledge/smile]
[I've only seen such exaggerated situations in movies]
[I was walking by the roadside when I saw this scene and thought it was the tanker driver's revenge. But then I saw his face was as pale as a ghost, and I knew he was scared too / wiping sweat]
[By the way, did you notice that there's someone familiar in this video?]
[Sang Qiqi, right? You're everywhere!]
I watched several videos, and it was clear that the tanker truck was heading for Sang Qiqi's pickup truck! Holy crap, that was so thrilling! If Sang Qiqi's car hadn't been thrown out and squeezed into the next lane, she'd have been screwed.
[I've also seen the full video. 377's reaction was so quick. There's a story behind that dragon wagging its tail. So cool. What an awesome woman.]
[My car's rear end was hit, and before I could react, I saw Sang Qiqi's pickup truck rushing out. I was startled, but he was really handsome/tears]
[377, have you practiced this driving skill?]
[Have you seen Sang Qiqi? Did you see the man following Sang Qiqi? Doesn't he look familiar?]
[? What's so familiar about this middle-aged bald man with an ordinary face?]
[The general assistant to the CEO of Pingxi Group! Didn't the news just come out about Huo Chengji offering incense to his grandmother and his wheelchair failed to brake and crashed into his grandmother's coffin, leaving her unconscious? This man was standing nearby at the time!]
Sang Qiqi: “……?”
After staring at the comment ten times, Sang Qiqi read it word by word ten more times, then squeezed in next to Duan Sui and asked, "He's saying that this friend named Huo was unconscious because his wheelchair didn't brake and hit the coffin, right? Because the wheelchair didn't brake?"
Duan Sui: “…”
I don’t know, I can’t hear clearly.
His mind was now filled with the thought that Sang Qiqi was so close to him, so close that if he lowered his head slightly, his chin would seem to touch the top of the girl's head.
A soft breath approached, plundering the limited air around him. Duan Sui pursed his lips, not daring to move at all. He could only hold his arms stiffly and hum twice.
Sang Qiqi got the reply, moved back, and said, "Awesome."
No wonder I didn’t see the president of Pingxi Group in the mourning hall.
It turns out that the rumor was not wrong, but the conditions were limited.
No wonder the chief assistant didn't tell anyone about the boss's misfortune. It was really too outrageous and embarrassing.
Sang Qiqi withdrew from the topic related to the car accident on Fu Zheng Road and started searching for news about Pingxi Group and Huo Chengji.
The initial revelations about Huo Chengji were posted by a marketing account, and surprisingly, they even included a picture. Sang Qiqi clicked on the photo and discovered that the background was the same funeral hall where she had previously visited Old Madam Huo. Huo Chengji had fallen unconscious in front of the coffin, his wheelchair toppled over and flung to the side. Hmm... how did the rumor spread from just this one photo that Huo Chengji fell because his wheelchair didn't brake?
What if he fainted because he was too sad about his grandma's death?
This doubt was answered after Sang Qiqi opened the comment section and saw the surveillance video.
Huo Chengji was sitting in an electric wheelchair. He was originally following a monk who was chanting scriptures. When the monk finished chanting and signaled him to kowtow to the old lady, Huo Chengji waved to the people next to him. The two bodyguards were about to step forward to help him down from the wheelchair when they saw the wheelchair, which was originally parked properly, suddenly rushed forward as if it had taken a tantrum.
Everyone, who had never expected this scene to happen, watched Huo Chengji crash into the old lady's coffin.
And knocked himself unconscious.
Everyone: “…”
Sang Qiqi: “…”
In silence, Duan Sui, who was sitting next to her, finally relaxed his stiff body. He tilted his head to look at Sang Qiqi, who was holding up her soft cheeks and completely immersed in shock that there were people in the world so unlucky that they could have an accident while sitting in a wheelchair. He slowly exhaled.
In the distance, Zhang Lin, who had witnessed this scene, bit the tape, his eyes darting between the two patriarchs. Suddenly, a quote from the painful literature of youth popped up in his mind:
Secret love is a chaos for a person.
Well, it could also be the chaos of a ghost.
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