Dai Jialang hurriedly said, "Don't sell me. I just reported to the chairman of the board of directors about Yang Zhao's death. He didn't tell me about giving birth to a son. I'm just a rumor. If I congratulate you now, the chairman might blame me for being too talkative."

Wang Qiming stared at Dai Jialang for a while, and asked with a strange look: "What? Do you also know the relationship between Yang Zhao and the chairman?"

Dai Jialang's heart moved and said, "The first thing I did when I came to Erdaohe with the chairman last time was to visit Yang Zhao in the hospital, but I didn't know Yang Yu at that time.

That day at the dinner table, I learned that Yang Yu’s father was Yang Zhao. I heard from the chairman that Yang Zhao was old friends with him, so I felt it was necessary to tell him personally.”

He paused and quickly stated: "But Mr. Wang, don't care. This is not a job, it's not a report above the level."

Wang Qiming smiled and said, "What's this? I thought you didn't know the relationship between Yang Zhao and the chairman, but you have experienced the skills of flattery."

Dai Jialang smiled flatteringly and said, "Mr. Wang, it's not a good thing to see where you said you went. Since the chairman came to visit him in person a while ago, I think it's necessary to tell him."

Wang Qiming patted Dai Jialang on the shoulder and smiled, "Do I still know your little thoughts? Since you robbed the first, I don't have to call the chairman. By the way, what do the chairman say?"

Dai Jialang hesitated: "The chairman meant that he wanted to come in person, but he really couldn't get rid of it, so we were the two of us as representatives."

Wang Qiming nodded and said, "Then let's go and go. To be honest, there are too many things on the construction site these two days. I will leave immediately. You can see if there is anything you need help with, even if you want to do your best for the chairman."

Dai Jialang took the opportunity to ask, "Mr. Wang, are you very familiar with Yang Yu?"

Wang Qiming shook his head and said, "I can't say it's very familiar. I've been here for more than a year. Naturally, the characters in Erdaohe scenes are not too unfamiliar, and the Yang family has some connections with the chairman."

"What is the relationship between the chairman and Yang Zhao?" Dai Jialang asked cautiously.

Wang Qiming hesitated and said, "I'm not very clear. The chairman had done business in Erdaohe before, so he must be a friend he met at that time.

However, this is also a thing of old age. The chairman cannot speak the same way as that time. Once this old man dies, the Yang family may not be able to reach this relationship."

Dai Jialang concluded that Wang Qiming was just hearing this and would not know more than himself, so he stopped asking and said, "There is one thing we need to discuss. Erdaohe doesn't know what custom is, so he shouldn't go empty-handed, right?"

Wang Qiming smiled and said, "No matter what customs it is, it is the same in the country. This money for storing the incense is indispensable."

Dai Jialang asked, "Then how much do we donate?"

Wang Qiming smiled and said, "It depends on your relationship with the Yang family. The relationship is better, and the relationship is only a few hundred yuan. I plan to give 10,000 yuan. You can do it yourself. However, since you are the representative chairman, you can't be too shabby."

Dai Jialang said in surprise: "Ten thousand?"

Wang Qiming said in confusion: "What? Do you mean more or less?"

Dai Jialang was stunned for a moment and tentatively said: "Mr. Wang, since we are representing the chairman to attend the funeral, do we have to pay the money out of our own pocket?"

Wang Qiming was stunned, then seemed to understand what was hitting Dai Jialang in his heart, and smiled and said, "I'm still confused if you don't say it. Since we are representing the chairman to attend the funeral, it's hard for us to pay the money for him.

Let’s do this, we don’t know whether we are your or mine. We just need to be 20,000 yuan, which represents the chairman and express our own feelings.”

Dai Jialang understood what Wang Qiming meant, so he didn't say much. He thought, if he had paid the money, he would have died of unjustly.

For Zhou Jiyao, 10,000 yuan is not as good as a hair. He will definitely not mention this matter again when he returns, and he is embarrassed to ask him for reimbursement.

Since Wang Qiming took over, that would be great. Ten or 20,000 yuan is nothing to him. If you do a little financially, you will smooth out the accounts. Zhou Jiyao will not settle the accounts with him for this ten thousand yuan.

There are some ancient buildings located not far from the center of Erdaohe. The earliest ones can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty and the latest ones were also built during the Republic of China.

At the earliest, this was the most prosperous area of ​​Erdaohe. Rich merchants built their own courtyard houses here and kept them.

Although the house has been around for a long time, it is not within the scope of demolition, because it is regarded as an ancient cultural relic and is protected by the government. No matter how awesome Zhou Jiyao is, he will not dare to demolish the house here.

Yang Yu's home is in a courtyard house in the ancient street, but this house was not inherited from her family, but was bought by Yang Yu after she became rich.

Dai Jialang, Wang Qiming and Lu Xiumei arrived at Yang's house at about 10 o'clock. They saw that the entrance of the courtyard was full of various vehicles, and they could not even find a parking space.

Wang Qiming had no choice but to ask the driver to park his car at the entrance of the street, and then walked with Dai Jialang to the Yang Family Courtyard.

The yard inside the gate is about three or four hundred square meters, and there are more than a dozen large round tables in the yard, with snacks such as cigarettes, fruits, etc.

A huge spiritual shed is set up in the northeast against the courtyard wall, with a huge portrait of Yang Zhao on the front, in front of it with incense candles, and a large incense burner on the ground. All guests who come here to pay their respects burn incense here.

As the sound of sorrow and music, I saw at least thirty or forty people in the yard, most of which were guests who came to pay their respects. Those who had been incense sat at the round table to drink tea and smoke, and more than a dozen people lined up to burn incense.

There were seven or eight people wearing mourning clothes standing at the door of the mourning shed, probably all of whom were Yang Zhao's relatives. Dai Jialang recognized Yang Yu and Yang Yuchen at a glance. Although there was only a white cloak on his body, his slightly sad face looked even colder.

There was a table at the door, and an elderly man sat behind the table, with a book in front of him, specifically responsible for receiving gifts.

And record the name and donated gifts of each guest in the notebook. For each registration, the guest's name and donated gifts must be loudly reported.

Wang Qiming handed a paper bag to the old man, and whispered the names of himself and Dai Jialang. The old man said loudly: "Wang Qiming, Dai Jialang sent 20,000 yuan to save the bill, and Lu Xiumei sent 20,000 yuan to save the bill."

Dai Jialang secretly glanced at the record book and saw that the number of registered funds on it was not less than one thousand yuan, basically a few thousand yuan, and tens of thousands of yuan were not a small number.

Damn it, it’s fortunately it’s on behalf of Zhou Jiyao, otherwise I would have been embarrassed today.

Yang Yu looked here, then walked over with his daughter. Wang Qiming shook hands with her and said, "Sadness and grief."

Yang Yu seemed to have a look of grief on his face and whispered: "I'm sorry, everyone."

Wang Qiming said: "Manager Dai has called the chairman in the morning, and the chairman is really unable to take off his body, so let us also represent him to bring incense sticks to the old man."

Yang Yu glanced at Dai Jialang and said, "It's a matter of trouble for Manager Dai."

Dai Jialang secretly glanced at Yang Yuchen, but saw her lowered her eyes and didn't look up at him. She sighed in her heart, knowing that there was no hope at all in her thief heart.

"Yesterday I told Director Lu that he was going to visit the old man in the hospital. I didn't expect why I went there? I also asked Sister Yang to be mourning for the change." Dai Jialang said insincerely.

Yang Yu nodded and said, "It's indeed a bit sudden. In fact, the doctor said that the condition had improved two days ago. Who knew that it suddenly stopped working last night."

At this time, another guest came in, and Wang Qiming hurriedly said, "Mr. Yang, please be busy. Let's go burn incense to the old man."

Yang Yu said to his daughter: "You should accompany Mr. Wang and the others over there."

Dai Jialang took the opportunity to glance at the person who was already sitting next to the round table, but did not find a familiar face, so he walked to the mourning hall with Wang Qiming.

Since Yang Yuchen didn't even look at him, he could only focus on another thing, that is, whether there is a familiar face among the mourning people in the mourning hall. This is also an important purpose for him to come here.

There were seven or eight mourning people in front of the mourning hall, and women and children were excluded. There were only three men, two of whom were older, and only one looked around thirty years old.

Perhaps because she was wearing a mourning uniform on her head, Dai Jialang was not sure whether the man looked familiar. However, Yang Yuchen's words relieved the man's suspicion.

"Third brother, Mr. Wang and Manager Dai are here to burn incense." Yang Yuchen pulled the man's arm and said.

Third brother? No, the twins should be Yang Yuchen’s uncle.

The man hurried over to shake hands with Wang Qiming and Dai Jialang, and then gave each person a few sticks of incense.

Dai Jialang was not very familiar with this trick, so he could only watch Wang Qiming lit incense in the brazier, then worshiped the portrait a few times, and finally inserted the incense into the incense burner on the platform, so he did it according to his interpretation.

Maybe they haven't come back yet. After all, Yang Zhao just died last night, and even if the twins get the news, they may not be able to get it at this moment. If they are really carrying a serious case, they may not appear publicly even if they come back. It is unlikely that they will see them. Besides, what if they see them? You can't inform Ji Wenlan to arrest people immediately.

"Mr. Wang, go to the house for tea." The man took Yang Yuchen and a few people into the house.

Dai Jialang then realized that the round table in the yard might be just for ordinary guests, and people with some status should be in the room.

Damn, I should have occupied Wang Qiming's light today. If I came alone, even if I represent Zhou Jiyao, I might have to sit on the round table.
Chapter completed!