The connections and networks at the meat processing plant were clearly not with the police station.
When the police arrived after receiving the report, their eyes lingered between Ma Wenhong and the bereaved family members at the funeral hall after hearing Ma Wenhong's plea.
One of the older police officers, after a five or six-second silence, spoke up to persuade Ma Wenhong:
"Comrade."
“I completely understand your feelings about opening your shop. They really shouldn’t have set up the mourning hall here, blocking your shop.”
"But you don't have to communicate with them in that way, right? Just communicate peacefully and calmly. There's no need to be too impulsive."
The older police officers were particularly adept at handling these trivial matters. They first sided with Ma Wenhong, expressing their understanding of Ma Wenhong's feelings and agreeing not to pursue the matter of Ma Wenhong carrying a knife.
"but!"
"Death is the greatest tragedy."
"You can understand this kind of thing!"
"Comrade, I'm sure no one wants to set up a mourning hall, but there's nothing we can do about it. After all, the old man has passed away, so why argue with them about this?"
Death is a great loss.
These four words determined the course of today's events. When Ma Wenhong heard these four words again, his mind was buzzing.
Logically speaking, death is indeed the greatest tragedy.
But since it didn't happen to you, you can talk without any sense of responsibility.
If Macburg were yours, how would you feel if a funeral parlor blocked your door on your opening day?
Ma Wenhong controlled his emotions and communicated with the police:
"Officer, I understand them completely. I didn't tell them to tear down the mourning hall."
"I just asked them to move a little to the other side. The street is so wide, and there are no shops on the other side. Why are they blocking my shop's entrance?"
Ma Wenhong's request was not excessive. The old policeman persuaded Ma Wenhua a few more times, and then began to discuss the matter with the bereaved family members at the funeral hall.
Moving the mourning hall is clearly illogical.
Not to mention that moving the mourning hall is time-consuming, laborious, and thankless, or whether moving the mourning hall will affect the feng shui or fortune.
The mere 2,000 yuan was enough to ensure that the filial sons at the funeral hall would not move the altar.
2,000 yuan was Xu Qingyi's promise to them!
They promised that if they didn't move the mourning hall on the day of the opening of the Macburg, they could take two thousand yuan from Xu Qingyi.
in the country, regardless of the era, both funerals and weddings mark a significant beginning.
Especially funerals.
In the 1990s, funeral gifts usually consisted of a basket of fried dough sticks or steamed buns. The family also had to provide food and drink for the guests, purchase a coffin, set up a mourning hall, and hire a band of musicians.
In the 1990s, a funeral would cost at least several thousand yuan, usually paid for by seven or eight siblings pooling their money.
Now, as long as they insist on not moving the mourning hall, they can receive an extra 2,000 yuan.
This means that it is absolutely impossible for these filial sons to move the mourning hall today.
The person in charge of managing the funeral hall was an old man who had almost lost all his teeth.
The old man, holding a cane, hunched over, and shakily walked out of the mourning hall. He looked at the police and shook his head repeatedly.
"It can't be moved, it can't be moved."
"Your Majesty, it's not that we want to block their door, nor that we can't move it."
"It really can't be moved."
An elderly man, trembling and holding a cane, stood in front of the police. He glanced at the aggressive Ma Wenhong and, with a single sentence, sealed the matter:
"This mourning hall cannot be moved; moving it will bring bad luck!"
"Your Majesty, we have delayed the opening of his shop."
The old man was trembling and could barely stand, but his voice was full of strength: "Since ancient times, when a wedding is followed by a funeral, there has never been a road that would give way to a funeral."
"Moreover, the opening of his shop can't be considered a major event, it can only be considered a happy event."
"We have no reason to give way, nor will we give way!"
At this point, the old man tapped the ground with his cane: "That's it. If that child insists that we move the mourning hall, then let him step over this old man!"
"Old village chief!"
"Uncle!"
The old man's words immediately stirred the emotions of the bereaved families in the mourning hall. They swarmed forward, glaring angrily at Ma Wenhong and his employees, as if they were ready to kill them at the slightest provocation.
"No, no!"
Since the frail old man had already said so much, the older policeman naturally dared not make things difficult for the filial son in the mourning hall. He could only persuade Ma Wenhong to give way and make way for the funeral arrangements.
Ma Wenhong felt very frustrated; he wanted to kill someone, but he didn't dare.
Ma Wenhong was furious; he wanted to curse, but he didn't dare.
With a face full of frustration and anger, he led his employees back to the Macburg store, closed the door, and started smashing things and cursing wildly.
The opening, which had been in preparation for half a month, was ruined just like that.
"Damn it, you bunch of bastards, I'll kill you all one day!"
After slamming the shop door shut and venting his anger, Ma Wenhong glanced at his employees with a gloomy face and ordered, "What are you looking at? Damn it, what are you looking at!"
"You all need to go out on the street with smiles on your faces and start soliciting customers. McCauley must open for business today!"
"I'll go to the dilapidated shop to greet the factory manager and the others!"
Two stores opened at the same time in Macburg.
One was a shop near the train station, and the other was a shop on a run-down street.
The train station has a much higher passenger flow than the broken street, making it the main store. All of Ma Wenhong's preparations, including the ribbon-cutting ceremony and the factory manager's inspection, were held at the train station store.
But now, he can only send his superiors to the run-down street shop.
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