It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 298 [054] Roasted Pig for Salvation

Qin Jiandan was eager to take Mu Yue and others to a quiet place, but he was the host of the funeral today and could not leave the main venue at will.

"It's a pity that I have to read the eulogy later, and then issue the revenge declaration of the Biochi Group. After that, I can say farewell to the body and have dinner in the restaurant. The restaurant will be much cooler."

Vale: "Farewell to the body? I heard from the Chief of Police that Zhu Shengzhi was blown to pieces, and there was no body left at all?"

Qin Jiandan held his cheek with one hand and lowered his voice: "There is a burnt black pig in the coffin, just for show."

Valei laughed: "The ambitious Zhu Shengzhi didn't treat me as the young master, but just as a roasted pig!"

Qin Jiandan didn't blame Walei for loudly revealing the truth. After all, almost everyone present knew that Zhu Shengzhi was not in the coffin.

In order to hide the missing 5 years of his age, Qin Jiandan was still wearing optical camouflage sunglasses today, which made him very suitable for presiding over a gang funeral.

Seeing Mu Yue showing dissatisfaction, Qin Jiandan hurriedly pushed away Walei, who was leaning against his shoulder.

Mu Yue glanced at the golden nanmu coffin in the center of the venue. A large black-and-white photo of Zhu Shengzhi was hung on the top of the coffin. If the ears were bigger, it would be a memorial for Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Shengzhi has a low character and a bad reputation in both the inner and outer cities. The police department has already registered a number of him. Although Mu Yue has never had close contact with Zhu Shengzhi, she can't hide her disgust for such people.

"Huh, does the Night Dragon Club select its officers based on how ugly they are?"

Qin Jiandan: "Hey, hey, it seems like you're scolding me too!"

Mu Yue rolled her eyes at Qin Jiandan, and her movements seemed to be a spear made of her eyes that lifted him up into the air. It seemed that she had not yet forgiven Qin Jiandan for what he did in the special evidence collection room the day before.

Vale: "Hey, hey, speaking of Night Dragon Club cadres, I am one of them too! How can you describe me as ugly, little Mu Yue! I will be sad!"

The white-haired, black-skinned, dog-eared girl ran over to correct Mu Yue. Both of them were wearing black long skirts, but their temperaments were very different.

Mu Yue exuded a lack of interest in, or rather a wariness of, the things around her. She was very uncomfortable with her attendance at the meeting, her attire, and especially the high heels on her feet.

Vale was extremely excited, her eyes were full of enthusiasm, her tail that was exposed from the back of her skirt kept shaking, and she was just about to stick her tongue out of her mouth to dissipate heat.

The venue was filled with gang leaders, but Vale was tugging at Mu Yue's clothes and chattering, which made Grandma Qianxing, who was in charge of security, very dissatisfied.

"Oh! Mother-in-law, why did you hit me on the head with your scabbard?"

Before, Grandma Qianxing had been carefully analyzing the surrounding environment, so Qin Jiandan did not bother the old senior. At this time, she jumped up and hit Valei's dog head, and then landed lightly, with the clogs barely making a sound when they touched the ground.

"I'm going to hit you! Did the Chief of Police ask you to come here to embarrass yourself? I've taught you so many times that if you want to live a good life, you must have good self-management skills!"

Vale bent down and covered her head (and ears) in grievance: "I have a good ability to manage myself..."

Today, the weather in the outer city was rare and clear, with only a few white clouds dotting the blue sky. The leading monk in charge of the funeral ceremony walked up to Qin Jiandan and said respectfully:

"Young Master, the time is right. It's your turn to deliver the eulogy."

Qin Jiandan bid farewell to the Mu Yue trio, took out a prepared speech from his trouser pocket, and walked towards the funeral stage (commonly known as the memorial platform).

The crowd immediately fell silent. Most people knew that the young master had caught the traitor of the Bio-Intelligence Group at lightning speed, and that he acted quickly and ruthlessly. Even if they had not heard of this incident, the young master had participated in the "Superman Arena" and won the championship, and was known as the "Superman King", which was better than many people.

"uh-huh!"

Qin Jiandan cleared his throat, thankful that his sunglasses could block the scorching sun from above his head, and then he read from the manuscript written by Feng Jian:
"Dear members, dear relatives and friends, we gather here today to remember our beloved brother Shengzhi. Please bow your heads and observe a minute of silence for him!"

A lot of heads lowered below the altar. Although Mu Yue didn't like Zhu Shengzhi, she also lowered her eyes slightly to give Qin Jiandan face. Qin Jiandan continued to read the script:
"Although there are many misunderstandings about Brother Shengzhi in society, under his leadership, the Shengzhi Group prospered and developed vigorously, and he provided protection and opportunities for countless people. He was a united, sincere, and kind leader. Under his leadership, the Shengzhi Group united as one and worked unswervingly towards the goals he set. His departure brought heavy losses to the Night Dragon Society and also brought us deep sadness. Brother Shengzhi is worthy of being a hero who bears the stigma and fights bravely!"

Only Fengjian could write such nonsense. Qin Jiandan felt like vomiting just reading it. Did Fengjian write it like this on purpose to vent her resentment about me tickling her feet the day before?
The audience below also felt their stomachs churning. Only among the hundred monks who were preparing to chant sutras to pray for the souls of the deceased, one monk shed tears of emotion: "Young Master, you actually called me a hero! Finally, someone understands my painstaking efforts!"
Qin Jiandan also noticed that there was a monk wiping his tears, but he couldn't see his face clearly because the distance was too far.

Eh? This monk is too dedicated. We hired you to chant sutras, not to mourn. Could it be that you are Zhu Shengzhi's illegitimate son who is living outside?

The following eulogy included a lot of Buddhist content:
"Brother Shengzhi is devoted to seeking Buddha and doing good deeds outside of guild affairs. We believe that his soul has been rewarded. Brother Shengzhi has brought us endless happiness and well-being through his faith and work. He should also receive the Buddha's compassion and leave the painful world and embark on the journey to the Pure Land."

"May Brother Shengzhi become a lotus in the next life, away from troubles, enjoying peace and joy in the lotus pond..."

Qin Jiandan couldn't continue reading here, because the next line was "Let the wisdom of Buddha dissolve our anger and sorrow, and forgive the enemies who hurt Brother Shengzhi..."

Forgiveness is bullshit! I don't care whether Zhu Shengzhi turns into a lotus or a cactus, but the Night Dragon Society must take revenge! Forgiving the enemy is cruel to yourself, and the damage you have suffered must be retaliated 100 times or 1000 times! Otherwise, it can't be called the Night Dragon Society that dominates East City!

Perhaps the eulogy written by Fengjian will have a twist later, but Qin Jiandan does not have the patience to investigate whether this is a writing style or a prank.

Qin Jiandan threw the manuscript paper to his feet and raised his right fist high:
"Fuck him! How did Brother Shengzhi die? He was blown into a roasted pig by the Nian Society! Ask yourselves, everyone in the Shengzhi Group, who hasn't made money by relying on this big tree? Now that the big tree has fallen, can you not take revenge? If you don't take revenge, do you still have the nerve to inherit the Shengzhi Group and become the second generation of the Shengzhi Group?"

The previous manuscript was bland and the audience were almost asleep. At this time, Qin Jiandan suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly in a language that the congregation could understand, which immediately aroused the excitement of the crowd.

"Young Master, you are right! Brother Shengzhi's death cannot be in vain! Ni'an will pay with blood!"

"Kill the beasts of the Nean Society and use their blood to soak your feet!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Chief Inspector Mu Yue felt troubled by this scene. She did not want a violent conflict to break out between the two guilds that would affect the civilians of Huanshi City, but she also understood Qin Jiandan's position.

As a former member of the Nian Society, Granny Qianxing looked at the funeral that had turned into a swearing-in ceremony with the eyes of a person who had experienced it:
"These young people have never changed..."

Next, Qin Jiandan announced that the next leader of the Shengzhi Group would be selected from the seven department managers, but he must first avenge Zhu Shengzhi and kill the magical professor who defected to the Nian Society.

"But who is currently in charge of the Bio-Intelligence Team?"

A department manager expressed everyone's doubts. It seemed that they all didn't like Fengjian from the Luoying Group to stay here permanently.

"That's easy." Qin Jiandan tried his best to calm down and lie, "I have already contacted Senior Brother Ouyang Suixing, he said he is interested in being the acting leader of the Bio Intelligence Team. Feng Jian will handle the chores for now, Senior Brother will be here in a few days."

After these words were spoken, all seven department managers were speechless.

Big Brother? Which Big Brother? Is it the legendary Ouyang Suixing who betrayed his master and made President Qin Qi vomit blood? Is it the Big Brother who made the leader of the Olive Group of the Nian Association unable to get out of bed for half a month and is good at backstabbing?
Everyone suspected how Qin Jiandan discussed this with the senior brother, but no one dared to ask. After all, Qin Jiandan's "Superman King" was just a title, and the senior brother had performed Superman live on TV.

At this time, the leader of the hundred monks, the "senior monk", slowly walked to the side of the memorial altar and put his hands together:

"Amitabha. The young master's words are followed by the Dharma. The whole courtyard is filled with repentance and grief. It is really rare. Why don't we proceed to the next step now? Let me chant sutras with the monks to save the soul of Shengzhi Buddhist friend, so that he can always receive the eternal blessings of the Dharma and enjoy the supreme joy of the Dharma in the next life."

Qin Jiandan knew that after the monks finished chanting, everyone could go to the restaurant for dinner. He also wanted to fill his stomach quickly and have a heart-to-heart talk with Mu Yue.

Then the monks changed their formation, surrounded the coffin in an arc, and chanted the Sutra of Rebirth in either loud or low voices.

Of course, not every monk can chant. Some monks who don’t remember all the scriptures are just filling in the gap. There is also a monk with a new scar on his head who keeps chanting randomly: "Cabbage, tofu, rice, green peppers, radishes, scrambled eggs..."

If Qin Jiandan knew that this was Zhu Shengzhi himself, he would definitely scold him loudly:
"Brother Shengzhi, if you fool yourself like this, you will end up not being able to attain rebirth!!"

(End of this chapter)