Wu Bei looked at these middle-aged people who seemed to be from the same mold in confusion.

The age of several middle-aged men is around forty-seven or eight years old. It’s not that they look very similar, but mainly because of the aura and outfit on their bodies, which are basically Mediterranean-like bald hairstyles. Some wear stand-up tweed jackets, some wear standard jackets, with white shirts inside and black trousers underneath.

"Let me introduce you to me. This is Lao Zhang from the Urban Construction Bureau, Lao Du from the Municipal Bureau, and Lao Wei, the head of the Fire Department...."

Gao Hongyu spoke in a low voice.

"You can attend my brother's funeral, which is really giving us enough face to Hu Xiao Company."

After scrutinizing each other for a few glances, Wu Bei shook hands in succession with gratitude.

"You are welcome to be a polite President Wu. As a celebrity enterprise in Chong City, Huxiao Company is also a sponsor of holiday welfare for many units in the city. Everyone comes to come and take a look and help. It is the right thing to do. Besides, let alone work relationships, your personal relationship is also very good, right?"

Gao Hongyu always keeps smiling, making people feel like Maitreya Buddha who respects people and animals without harm.

"Yes, it's mainly because we're climbing up the top. Please come and ask inside, leaders."

Wu Bei made an invitation gesture.

In this way, the group abandoned their car and walked with Wu Bei towards the direction of the mourning hall.

Regardless of the fact that he is really false, Gao Hongyu will definitely give Wu Bei enough. The ability of a city to do so is considered to be "compassionate" with the people's sentiments.

"Oh, Gao Shi has been here in person. It seems that my godson is very popular."

When he reached the door of the mourning hall, Yan Ming, who had received the news in advance, walked out to greet him quickly. He didn't know where this guy had tied a white mourning belt to his arm, and it seemed like it was really his own business.

"Brother Yan broke me and waited. How could I be called visiting my level in front of you? At most, I would visit relatives and friends."

Gao Hongyu was stunned at first, then he came up as if intimately.

"Don't, your own funeral, today you are all much higher than Yan's level."

Yan Ming was particularly immersed in the play and waved his arms, then imitated Mr. Yingbin's tone and shouted softly: "A guest is here, Chongshi... Mr. Gao Hongyu is visiting Gaoshi. I will not call you an official title in this situation, which can easily cause bad effects."

"Brother Yan is more thoughtful."

Gao Hongyu's eyebrows twisted again, stretched quickly, and responded half-true and half-falsely.

Wu Bei glanced at him, but he was sarcastic in his heart. Everyone could see the extremely hypocritical voice between the two, but he looked like he was sympathetic and sympathetic. Perhaps this was the characteristic of their circle.

"Godfather, please greet Mr. Gao and the others. I have to continue to go in and keep a guard. You are filial to you, and I hope you can forgive me!"

Wu Beichong Yan Ming used a look, then bowed deeply to the middle-aged men behind Gao Hongyu, cleared his throat with some meaning, "I forgot to introduce to you that the deceased is my brother. Although he is not related by blood, he is not inferior to any close relatives. When the matter is over, I will come to the door one by one to thank everyone for their kindness!"

When several middle-aged people heard the sound, they immediately looked at each other, and then waved their hands and said, "You're welcome."

Wu Bei's meaning is very clear, just telling these people directly that Brother Niu's affairs will definitely not be good. They all know the inside story. Although they may not be the initiator, they will definitely not be able to escape. It is considered to create psychological pressure for several people, and also gives them the opportunity to confess actively.

After leaving a sentence, Wu Bei stepped straight into the mourning hall and continued to crawl in front of Brother Niu's black and white photos, burning paper and burning incense without saying a word.

"Xiao Wu, those people outside the door are..."

Mrs. Niu obviously heard the noise and asked curiously.

"I don't have to pay attention to them. I just think it's A, B, C, and D, and I don't need to talk to them more."

Wu Bei threw a ghost coin into the brazier and whispered: "Sister-in-law, you will go back to the inner hall to rest later. You have to use hypocritical tricks to deal with hypocritical people. Later, this place will definitely become a battlefield for language confrontation. I am afraid it will be embarrassing and make you feel even more uncomfortable."

"This...well."

Mrs. Niu hesitated for a moment and finally obeyed her head.

It has been almost two days since Brother Niu passed away. Mrs. Niu has basically regained her rationality and has no real hatred for Wu Bei, so her attitude has eased a lot.

"There is another thing. Xiao Wu. The instructor of Niu Ben just called me and said that the child had asked for leave, but he didn't come back either. No accident can happen, right?"

Mrs. Niu suddenly remembered and said again.

"Don't worry, I've arranged for someone to visit the child at school, so there will definitely be no problem."

Wu Bei's heart was slightly tight, but he still refused to tell her the truth.

"That's good. I'm only my son left now. I will definitely not allow him to have any further accidents, otherwise I won't know how to face Lao Niu one day."

Mrs. Niu sucked her nose a few times, and when she thought of Brother Niu, tears couldn't help but spread.

"Sister-in-law, I promise you that I will never let the Mavericks go on the wrong path."

Wu Bei swallowed and responded almost like a swearing...
Chapter completed!