It took more than three hours from the time Zhang Fan was taken away by Liu Jun to the time he returned to the funeral home early.

During this period, Zhang Fan was pushed to the forefront of public opinion because of a live video recording.

Wang Lao Hu had a huge harvest of traffic, and other bloggers also joined in upon seeing this.

I didn’t dare to get in before because I was afraid of being noticed by the funeral brother, but now that I’m in, it would be a waste not to get in!

One after another, solid videos flooded the Internet, marketing accounts made all kinds of changes, and netizens spread rumors. The image of the dreaded Funeral Brother seemed to have collapsed.

Many netizens have followed suit, but Zhang Fan still has a group of loyal fans.

They kept sending private messages to Zhang Fan, refreshing their follow-up lists, and @ing him everywhere, waiting for a response or follow-up.

Finally, a new member was added to the attention list, and it was Wang Lao Hu who confirmed Zhang Fan’s identity. The die-hard fans finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After your mood has eased, it's time to show your true colors!

When you are in power, you attack us with all your might, mock us, and act arrogantly, while we just obey you submissively and say nothing.

Now that the attention is on us, it's our turn to have some fun, right?

[Report! Brother Funeral has already followed Wang Lao Hu! ]

The funeral army arrived and spread the news. The onlookers once again joined the trend and Wang Lao Hu’s comment section was soon flooded.

[Hey, how come you are being followed by Funeral Brother? ]

【Have you figured out what to do? 】

[Xiao Hu, how are you going to break this wave? ]

[This video has been extracted frame by frame, and the appropriate portrait is being selected! ]

[If you don't understand, then ask, this guy has three identities, which one should he start with? ]

[No matter what, let’s smash it together! ]

[I already knew that Wang Lao Hu was a worthless person! ]

[It’s time to settle the score. Let me see how fast Brother Sangzang clicks on the follow button! ]

【……】

After rushing to Wang Lao Hu’s comment section, fans even did not spare other anti-counterfeiting bloggers who were trying to take advantage of the popularity.

They didn't let any of them go and left their footprints one by one. If Zhang Fan didn't come, they would sell goods in the comment section on his behalf.

[@Changhong Funeral, Funeral Brother, pay attention to him! ]

[@Changhong Funeral, this guy just said that you are immoral and deserve to die! ]

[Changhong Funeral's anniversary celebration, special launch...]

【……】

As more and more netizens learned the news, the online public opinion began to change rapidly.

Funeral home.

Zhang Fan has almost prepared all the funeral supplies, and the rest requires the cooperation of three people.

So, after asking about the progress of the funeral through social software, I also informed the homeless man about the funeral.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan opened the Fighting Eagle APP again.

After briefly looking through the comments and messages, he knew that there was no need for him to clarify the matter concerning Wang Lao Hu.

Thinking that Zhao Yong and the other guy would be back soon, he decided to kill time by watching some short videos.

This time it is also a local channel.

After browsing for about seven or eight minutes, Zhang Fan finally found a potential customer.

In the video, an old man named Wang Dajiuxian is tasting wine.

"Young men, wine is a good thing. No matter what dish it is, it's boring if you just pick it up and eat it. It must be paired with wine!"

"I am almost 90 years old this year, and I don't drink much, just 30 to 40 grams a day. My waist and legs don't hurt, and I feel healthy!"

"White wine is indeed a good thing that has been passed down for thousands of years!"

The old man gave a thumbs up and showed a benevolent smile.

In the comment section, netizens’ comments are also very friendly.

[Save! Uncle is in good health, but don’t drink too much! ]

[It’s okay to eat 30 grams a day, just don’t eat more than half a pound! ]

[Yes, yes, yes, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, the old man is obviously an expert at it! ]

【……】

"The old man has a really good attitude." Zhang Fan murmured.

Just then, the system prompt sounded.

[Drinking 4215 times, alcoholism 103 times, the probability of drinking again next time is 100%, and the mortality rate is 0%! ]

[He has accumulated virtues and done good deeds throughout his life. He is about to die of old age. It is recommended that the host pay attention! 】

"Oh? Died of old age?"

Hearing the system's prompt, Zhang Fan looked thoughtful.

This is what the system should do. Don't always focus on accidental deaths. It would be bad if others thought I was evil.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan silently clicked the follow button.

This time, however, he did not sell the product in the comment section, but instead expressed his admiration for the old man.

【Good afternoon, uncle. I'll toast you a cup if I get a chance. 】

After clicking the follow button, Zhang Fan swiped away.

…

Eleven o'clock.

Xiaozhuang's funeral has come to an end. The condolences and worship sessions are over, and all that remains is to drink funeral wine.

During the funeral banquet, most of the hosts want to preside over the ceremony themselves, that is, Xiaozhuang's parents.

The mourners began to enter, and at this point, Zhao Yong and the others' mission was considered complete.

So the two of them rushed back to the funeral home without stopping.

After reading the homeless man's basic information, Zhao Yong helped to look at the date and said that the cremation must be completed before four o'clock in the afternoon.

So the three of them accelerated the preliminary preparations, contacted their partners, and sent the people to the crematorium at noon.

…

at the same time.

At Xiaozhuang's funeral.

Zhuang's father and mother were in a very solemn mood, but this was their son's funeral after all, so they had to give their relatives and friends good food and drinks.

Dying young is completely different from dying of old age. The mourners present were very sad and the atmosphere was a bit bleak.

The funeral banquet began in silence.

Those sitting at the main table were all Xiaozhuang’s direct relatives, and they were also the table that cried the most bitterly.

There was a banquet, but almost no one was eating.

The one who was most heartbroken among them was Xiaozhuang's second uncle.

Uncle Zhuang is a liquor lover. He owns a small brewery and usually drinks two kilograms of liquor a day with his meals.

As the old saying goes, if you have a nephew standing at your doorstep, you are not doomed to fail.

Xiaozhuang's second uncle has no children. He has loved Xiaozhuang since he was a child and almost treats him as his own son.

After drinking half a pound of wine, Uncle Zhuang gradually choked up and began to reveal his true feelings.

"Hey, Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang, why are you riding that broken motorcycle? Today is the day when an old man sends a young man away... I don't want to live anymore!"

He was so moved that he even blamed Zhuang's father for the incident.

"Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why don't you agree with Xiaozhuang's desire to buy a motorcycle?"

"Even if you don't agree, why don't you let him tell me? I'll just buy him a broken motorcycle!"

"You're asking for death by letting him ride out on the horizon, aren't you?!"

"As a father, you might as well have adopted Xiaozhuang to me when he was a child!"

"Hey, he's not listening... It's my fault too. I thought he would stop riding if I just said a few words."

Hearing this, Xiaozhuang's father was not angry, but lowered his head in shame.

He felt somewhat guilty about this matter.

If I had known this would happen, I would have sold everything I had to buy my son a decent car.

"My dear nephew, you haven't even had a few bottles of good wine, and you haven't even had the wedding wine that your uncle saved for you... Hey... your uncle will drink it for you!"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhuang picked up the white wine and blew it directly from the bottle.

“Gulp gulp~”

Soon, the wine in the bottle was finished, but Uncle Zhuang was still very unhappy.

Everyone knew how much he could drink, so they didn't stop him.

So, Uncle Zhuang opened another bottle of wine and started blowing it.

"Gulp~"

However, just after taking a sip of wine, Uncle Zhuang suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Something's wrong, this wine is wrong!"

Picking up the wine bottle and smelling it, Uncle Zhuang frowned instantly.

"There's definitely something wrong with this wine!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass and poured it, then he smelled the wine carefully and took a small sip.

Then he closed his eyes and savored the experience.

After about seven or eight seconds, Uncle Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and threw the wine bottle to the ground.

"Fuck! At my nephew's funeral, I gave him fake wine?"

"Who bought the wine? Where did you buy it from?"

"You won't even let my nephew walk peacefully?!"

Uncle Zhuang's action instantly attracted the attention of the mourners present, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Second brother, what are you talking about? I have no problem drinking this wine."

"Second brother, don't make a scene at Xiaozhuang's funeral banquet!"

"Boss, pull him to sit down."

Several elders tried to persuade him, but Uncle Zhuang refused to listen and roared:

"fart!"

"I have been drinking this wine since I was 15, one bottle a day. Is it true or not, how can I not be able to tell?"

"Drinking fake wine at the funeral, you don't want my nephew to die peacefully!"

Seeing this, Zhuang's father's expression gradually became solemn.

Although he didn't want to mess up his son's funeral, he was very clear about his own brother's drinking habits and alcohol tolerance.

He can say that he has 100% trust in his younger brother's judgment.

If the wine was fake, wouldn’t my son’s funeral be ruined?

But this wine... is provided by Changhong Funeral Home, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?

After thinking for a moment, Father Zhuang said:

"Second brother, sit down first and tell me what's going on."

"hold head high!"

Uncle Zhuang was pulled to the bench by his father and said unhappily:

"Brother, I have been drinking this Twins wine for thirty years, starting with one pound a day and never falling behind."

"This kind of pure grain wine has a soft and smooth taste, rich aroma, slightly sweet taste and endless aftertaste."

"But the box I just opened has a very aged feel. It doesn't look like a 15-year-old wine at all. It must be at least 20 years old. And the taste is also very lacking."

"So I'm sure this is definitely mixed with alcohol, but there's something added in there that you can't tell in one sip!"

After Uncle Zhuang said these very professional words, the several old drunkards present couldn't help themselves anymore.

They rushed over, took a bottle from the newly opened box of wine, poured a glass and started to taste it carefully.

"Hiss... is it okay? I'm trying it."

"I have no problem drinking it, but it may be because it has been left for too long."

"It seems so. It tastes better than before."

…

Everyone tasted the wine for three minutes but still couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, an old man suddenly fell to the ground.

"No, no, my head hurts, ouch!"

"Plop!"

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?!"

"Hurry, help him up!"

Seeing this, the mourners nearby hurried forward and helped the husband up.

At this time, Old Wang was already unconscious, his ears were red and purple, and there were small red spots on his face.

Another knowledgeable old man immediately made a judgment:

"Allergy, this is definitely an allergy, sister-in-law, what medicine did Brother Wang take when he went out?"

Mrs. Wang explained anxiously, "I didn't eat anything! I didn't eat anything!"

"Didn't you eat? You became like this after just one drink. Is it an alcohol allergy?"

"Impossible! Old Wang and I have been drinking together since we were little. He can't be allergic to alcohol!"

"There's something wrong with this wine, there must be something added to it!"

"Quick, send him to the hospital!"

During the conversation, the guests had already concluded whether the liquor was real or not, and Old Wang's son quickly carried him out of the funeral.

The old man sent the young man off, and because of a glass of wine, the old man was almost taken away with him!

This made the mourners very angry, and they clamored to ask Zhuang's father for an explanation.

"Boss, go ask him what he means. He gave us fake wine for our funeral. Is he trying to get rid of us all?"

"This funeral was contracted by Changhong Funeral Home, right? If he doesn't give an explanation, we'll destroy his store!"

"That's right, fake wine is used to hold a funeral, how is Xiaozhuang going to live well down there?"

“…”

The scene became a little chaotic, but Zhuang's father still maintained a bit of rationality.

The funeral banquet has already begun, there is no reason to stop it halfway.

But you can never send your son away with just a few bottles of fake wine.

"Everyone, stop arguing! Everyone, sit down and finish drinking Xiaozhuang's funeral wine first, and then we can talk after we're done!"

"Second brother, ask your employees to bring ten boxes of wine over here, and I'll pay you when I get back."

"I know, you did it, eh!"

After complaining, Uncle Zhuang turned and left.

Since the host had spoken, the guests had to give some face and sit back in their original seats one by one.

Soon, Uncle Zhuang brought the wine back and the funeral continued.

…

As the hour approached one, the funeral was over and Zhuang's father sent the guests away one by one.

Xiaozhuang's immediate relatives finally had time to think about what to do and were ready to go to Changhong Funeral Home to ask for an explanation.