It was almost noon when Lu Feng got back to the hotel. He didn't eat, but went back to wash up quickly and went to sleep.
The scene at the Feng family's old residence was in complete chaos. Fueled by various media outlets, the situation was somewhat out of control. Some relatives, who already harbored resentment towards Feng Zhicheng, were divided into two factions, blaming each other and even resorting to physical violence.
Feng Zhicheng didn't enter until noon. He had intended to leave, but he couldn't leave in this situation, otherwise he would truly be labeled as an unfilial descendant.
Feng Zhicheng entered and saw the solemn white mourning banners. He stepped forward and saw a huge black and white photograph of Mr. Feng on the altar. The coffin had not yet been nailed up. In front of the coffin was a brazier, and on both sides were various exquisite paper figures. Further inside, on the left and right sides, were the most famous group of monks in Hong Kong, chanting sutras to pray for the deceased.
Feng Zhiyao also arranged for a group of Taoist priests from Singapore to come on the day of the farewell ceremony.
Relatives stood outside the door, gathered in small groups, discussing amongst themselves. Feng Zhicheng stepped forward, knelt down, and began burning paper money and chanting scriptures.
Feng Zhiyao knelt to one side, draped in a white cloth, and remained silent.
After the paper money was burned, the two kowtowed. Feng Zhiyao stood up and said, "Go back now, I didn't prepare any food for you."
"That damned nephew, you arranged it, didn't you?" Feng Zhicheng stared intently at Feng Zhiyao and questioned him.
“Even if I said no, you wouldn’t believe me. It’s pointless for me to say anything now. I still believe that people should live with a conscience and take what they deserve!” Feng Zhiyao didn’t say anything more and turned away.
He hasn't slept a wink since last night. After receiving relatives and friends this morning, he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he ate a quick meal and went to rest.
Hong Kong media bombarded the public with coverage of the incident, with television news and newspapers drawing massive crowds.
There has been a lot of criticism of Fung Chi-shing from the outside world. As the public opinion intensifies, Sun Hung Kai's stock price has continued to decline. Some people believe that Sun Hung Kai will decline in this tug-of-war among the wealthy families.
Lu Feng woke up at eight o'clock in the evening. He ate a simple meal and spent the whole day reading the newspapers. Everything was under control.
When Lu Feng came here, he brought something special from home. He opened his suitcase and took out a tightly wrapped scroll. Inside was a traditional Chinese ink painting: a courtyard with lush apricot trees laden with fruit, and several adults sitting in front of their house enjoying the cool air.
Not far away, a child is holding a dog on a leash. The scene is very pleasant and artistic, but the leash is drawn too thickly, as if it has been soaked in ink.
Lu Feng stared blankly at the painting, recalling how he had gone through countless trials and tribulations to finally secure the investment when Mr. Feng came to him seeking funding. This painting was a gift from Mr. Feng.
After observing for a long time, Lu Feng admired Mr. Feng's foresight. He had long known what kind of person Feng Zhiyao was and probably had already guessed what would happen today. If it weren't for Lu Feng, Feng Zhiyao would really be sleeping on the streets.
Lu Feng looked up and saw that it was already nine o'clock at night. He put down his painting and picked up his phone to call Feng Zhiyao.
"I didn't sleep well last night, I'm too tired. I just woke up and remembered I haven't burned paper money for your dad yet. I'm coming over now." Lu Feng asked into the phone, "Did you have a conflict with Feng Zhicheng today?"
“No, I also rested this afternoon and just woke up. It’s a done deal now. He’s lost his backing and won’t amount to much. I even had a few words with Li Zhaoji when he came today.” Feng Zhiyao recalled the scene and said, “He supports the winner.”
Hearing this, Lu Feng was afraid that if he pulled Feng Zhiyao up, he would end up siding with Li Zhaoji. He sighed and said, "Zhiyao, you can't just listen to what people say. People need to work together. You and I have known each other well over the years. Don't be bought off by a few words. Remember to discuss things with me."
"Brother Feng, you'll always be my Brother Feng!" Feng Zhiyao promised.
"I'll leave now, see you in a bit!" Before hanging up, Lu Feng asked, "Did you get your dad's will?"
“Feng Zhicheng took it, but the lawyer has a copy!”
"That's good, see you in a bit!"
Lu Feng went downstairs and, escorted by bodyguards, got into a car and headed straight for the Feng family's old residence. It was already past 10 p.m. when they arrived. Lu Feng walked inside, and the scene was no longer as lively as during the day; it was completely quiet.
Feng Zhiyao came out to greet them, looking much better. Lu Feng glanced at him, and the two walked silently toward the mourning hall. When they arrived, they knelt down and burned paper money. Feng Zhiyao knelt beside him and whispered, "The copy of the will has been brought over. There was a huge commotion after you left today. Feng Zhicheng is at his wit's end. But he told me that he would rather die than leave Sun Hung Kai."
"Whether he leaves or not is not up to him. If acting like a rogue worked, why would I bother starting a business? I could just go to a big company and refuse to leave." Lu Feng said, looking at the flames rising from the brazier. "At the farewell party the day after tomorrow, give the photocopy to Zhu Biaozhi."
Feng Zhicheng immediately understood Zhu Biaozhi and Lu Feng's arrangement. He nodded to the side, and after burning the paper money, Feng Zhiyao said, "Kowtowing is now."
"There's something else. Your dad gave me a painting, let it go." Lu Feng took out the prepared painting, opened it, glanced at it, and threw it into the brazier. The flames slowly turned the scene in the painting into ashes. Lu Feng looked up at the fine coffin in front of him and thought to himself, "Here you go."
After burning the paper money, Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao went to the reception room. Lu Feng sat down, lit a cigarette, and said to Feng Zhiyao, "Some things need to be prepared in advance. We can't wait until the time comes to talk about them. Since the will is to be made public the day after tomorrow, we need to make plans early."
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