The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Chapter 85 Ah Qiang's Pocket Watch

February 8

June 19th (leap month)

Suitable for: encoffining, breaking ground, burial, and moving the coffin.

Suburbs, woodland cemetery.

The surrounding weeds were waist-high, the pines and cypresses were somber and vigorous, and the wind whistled through the treetops.

The sky was a hazy, overcast afternoon, devoid of sunlight, with thick, ink-like clouds. A long line of luxury cars slowly drove into the road, their gleaming bodies deliberately silent, their headlights off, the only sound the soft crunch of tires over gravel.

The convoy stretched for dozens of meters, lined up end to end. The guards at the intersection were all burly men in black shirts, standing straight with sharp eyes, scanning the surroundings and keeping watch on every corner. Strangers were not allowed to get close.

A-Qiang's father carried the urn of ashes at the front, followed by a long funeral procession.

The funeral procession was very, very long.

The younger brothers also looked very surprised, wondering where all of Ah Qiang's relatives came from.

Songtang's three hundred henchmen all came out and stood densely packed around the perimeter of the cemetery.

The five stars stood in a row, all dressed in suits, except for the eldest star in the middle, who was replaced by Lu Yuan.

Because the big star was in charge of the ceremony on stage.

"What exactly are the Crown Prince's plans?"

"No arrangements have been made." Lu Yuan shook his head.

"Songtang has nearly six hundred men, all of whom have been in the underworld for many years. If it were to turn into a head-on fight..."

"An army driven by desperation will surely win."

"You mean, because Qiang died, the brothers are all holding a grudge?"

The three elders raised doubts, but upon reflection, it seemed to make sense.

"What I mean is that all the brothers should wear white headscarves and pretend to be Ah-Qiang's family mourning Ah-Qiang. That way we can win."

"Your Highness, you're joking again."

"I'm not kidding this time."

Lu Yuan's expression was very serious.

But based on what the Five Elders knew about him, it was precisely when he got serious that he was at his funniest.

The Crown Prince was most adept at using jokes to discuss serious matters, and at joking around while discussing serious matters.

Looking at the wrinkles on the faces of the five elders, Lu Yuan wanted to reach out and smooth them all out.

Whom do you look down on?

"Your Highness, Huang Feiyang has arrived."

"If you ask me, the title of Crown Prince should be changed; it makes me seem inferior to him."

Lu Yuan stopped fooling around with the old men.

I turned my head and looked at the rows of cars parked in the direction of the cemetery entrance.

...

"Old Boss, we've arrived."

"How many times have I said it? 'Gang leader' is 'gang leader,' what 'old gang leader'?!"

Huang Feiyang just can't get rid of how his subordinates address him.

Only with the new can there be the old.

But he's always been the only leader, so when did he become the old leader?

"Go in."

Huang Feiyang got out of the car first, tilting his head to look around the cemetery.

This suburban cemetery originally belonged to the Five Lakes Gang, and those who made significant contributions to the gang are buried here.

As for why it was located in the suburbs?

Because funerals are places where life and death can easily occur, this open space is large enough to accommodate many people.

Therefore, almost the entire Lin Tang mobilized.

Eight hundred people may not sound like much, but it looks quite spectacular.

So much so that when entering the cemetery, you have to line up like elementary school students to get in.

...

"Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter."

Ah Jie stood guard at the entrance of the cemetery and reached out to stop Huang Feiyang as soon as he saw him.

"Am I an outsider?"

Huang Feiyang sneered, his sharp eyes fixed on A-Jie in front of him.

Just this one round.

He'll be able to tell how skilled Huang is.

Holding this funeral is tantamount to issuing a challenge.

Huang Feiyang came to keep his appointment.

It's really pointless to resort to such petty tricks at the main gate.

Ah Jie's behavior may seem dangerous, but it is actually very safe.

Because he was facing Huang Feiyang.

If Huang Feiyang were to use his power to bully a mere gatekeeper, that would be the most disgraceful thing he could do.

So A-Jie stood confidently at the entrance of the cemetery, hands on his hips, reciting the instructions given by Lu Yuan.

"Unauthorized persons wishing to enter the cemetery must comply with the following requirements."

"Taking off your hat is fine, but disarming you is out of the question."

There is indeed a custom of removing guns at funerals.

But wouldn't it be ridiculous to ask me to unload my gun in this situation?

"The Crown Prince did not order you to remove your weapons."

"Just say it."

"You must all bow your heads at the cemetery entrance, face Ah-Qiang's tombstone (southwest direction), and observe three minutes of silence, shouting 'Brother Qiang, I was wrong!' Each person entering must also pay a 500 yuan fee as compensation for Ah-Qiang's family..."

"Fuck you."

"Mom, roll over on the floor."

Ah Jie actually called out to an old lady behind him...

This absurd scene made Huang Feiyang laugh out loud.

A moment of silence is acceptable, but criticizing Brother Qiang is a bit much, and charging 500 yuan per person is utterly absurd!

"Are you coming in or not? If you don't pay soon, dinner will be served, and then there won't be any for you."

Ah Jie glanced at the cheat sheet on his arm from time to time; these lines were what the Crown Prince had instructed him to write.

The Crown Prince even considered that Huang Feiyang might curse.

He specifically instructed him to find a cleaning lady at the teahouse and hire her at a high price to do a job. The cleaning ladies at the teahouse almost got into a fight over the job.

The situation remained deadlocked for a minute.

Huang Feiyang then ordered his men to do so.

He could have easily forced his way in, but the people he could have messed with were those who valued benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness the most.

In a funeral setting, whoever resorts to violence first will lose face.

He could have chosen not to go in, but being locked out at the door and unable to enter, where is the imposing presence?

I'm here to crush you!

that's it.

A chorus of "Brother Qiang, I was wrong!" erupted at the entrance to the funeral.

Then they lined up to pay and enter.

...

Lu Yuan heard Qiang Ge repeatedly saying, "Brother Qiang, I was wrong," as he walked through the cemetery.

He looked down and touched his chest.

This was a gift that Ah-Qiang-Zai gave him after he received his bonus.

Because Ah Qiang was close to Lu Yuan, his bonus was paid by Lu Yuan alone.

The two people were standing at the window of the teahouse at that time.

Two heads stuck out of the window, seemingly contemplating the meaning of life.

"Your Highness, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

"Still leaking information, did you go to the Taoist temple to use the restroom just now?"

"I have a girlfriend!"

"Those with girlfriends love Taoist temples the most."

Lu Yuan gestured for him to move away so as not to interrupt his view of the hot girls in the bustling downtown area.

"Your Highness, stop looking. They're all just pretty faces and skeletons."

"After speaking, one can be assertive."

"Your Highness, I'm not joking. Look at them, they're not yours either, but look at me, I can take a knife for you."

Lu Yuan did indeed turn his head and look at A-Qiang seriously.

But what he said upset Ah Qiang.

"They can be mine."

"Your Highness, I feel unwell."

He could indeed be the crown prince.

Because he was the crown prince, young, rich, and had social status.

"Your Highness, then I have even more reason to take the blow for you, otherwise, how could you possibly remember me?"

"The chances of you taking a knife for me are even less than a pocket watch. Who knows, at some crucial moment I might get shot, and the pocket watch might take the bullet, and then suddenly five small words will pop up on the screen—'Qiang's Pocket Watch'."

"Your Highness, I didn't understand."

"You fucking don't read books, and you don't watch TV, huh?"

"I don't have a TV at home."

Ah-Qiang scratched his head and went downstairs. A little while later, he came back up with a pocket watch.

I bought them at the night market for fifty yuan each, and they haven't been printed on for a long time.

"Your Highness, if you ruin this, just tell me, and I'll buy you a pocket watch for the rest of your life."

"Get lost, you get shot every day."

...

Standing on the road in the cemetery, Lu Yuan took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

Inside is a photo of Ah Qiang.

A young face, a buzz cut, and a wide grin.

But it's gray because it was printed from the portrait.