Chapter 674

Everyone was overwhelmed by the scene.

Although housekeeper Wang was only the housekeeper of the Zhang family, he had a lot of power in the Zhang family. Moreover, some important things of Zhang Yin were left to him, and this person's status in the Zhang family was under one person.

However, in the face of the young man in front of him, he was in such a mess that he couldn't even stand steadily?

"Housekeeper Wang, this is..." Xu Huai took the lead in responding and quickly came over to help housekeeper Wang up.

In his eyes, Jiang Beichen is just an unknown little man. I really don't understand why housekeeper Wang would react like this.

And after Wang housekeeper stands up, quickly retreated two steps, for fear that Jiang Beichen will rush over.

People are even more confused. Is this boy a tiger or something? How could you frighten housekeeper Wang like this?

In fact, housekeeper Wang is also complaining. In the morning, the owner asked him to keep an eye on him. I didn't expect that the murderer really came to me.

You know, this evil star is not easy to provoke. He killed Zhang Ming in public, but also scared away bidders from all sides, and won Rongmao building for 200 million yuan.

It is said that there is a background behind the sky!

What's more, this man even dares to kill Zhang Ming. Will he be soft on his own housekeeper?

Therefore, steward Wang was afraid to death, for fear that the other side would not agree, so he fought against him.

"You, you wait, I'll tell the master!"

Without waiting to greet them, housekeeper Wang went to the inner courtyard.

But at the moment, all the people were looking over, with a lot of doubts in their eyes.

What is the origin of this young man?

The Acropolis hasn't heard of such a number one person for so many years!

Xu Huai's face was not good-looking, but he was still a little unconvinced. "Hum, boy, you are so brave and dare to be arrogant in Zhang's family. If you leave now, you will come back. Otherwise, the master of Zhang's family will not let you go!"

"Is it?"

"Then wait and see!" Jiangbeichen mouth slightly up.

At the other end, housekeeper Wang rushed to Zhang Yin to report.

"What? How dare he come? " Zhang Yin's thick eyebrows frowned high.

This man killed his son, how dare he come to his son's funeral?

What is this for?

Rub his Zhang family's face on the ground?

"Order to go down and let the dead stand by everywhere!"

"I'll see. What does he want to do today?" Zhang Yin had a cold expression on his face.

"If he dares to act rashly in a moment, he will order to be killed immediately!" Zhang Yin said coldly again.

Clay figurines have three points of anger. What's more, Zhang's family is a powerful family. Even if the other party's background is unpredictable, he can't let others shit on his head.

"Wait!" At this time, Zhou yunyun suddenly said.

"Brother Yin, don't worry!"

"Maybe the boy just came to express his condolence and ask for a peace?" Zhou yunyun suddenly said his guess.

"After all, we have given up Rongmao mansion. What else does he want?"

"Even if you want to look for it, you should also look for other aristocrats!"

When she wants to come, Jiang Beichen is likely to take the initiative to make friends with Zhang family, and then deal with other powerful families.

After all, the Zhang family has already spit out Rong Mao, and there is a Zhang Ming dead. This account is clear.

"Hoo

Zhang Yin takes a deep breath. What Zhou yunyun says is not impossible.

But that's the enemy of killing children!

How can he bear it!

"Brother Yin, although Ming Shao's revenge is to be avenged, we can't find out the details of this boy for the time being. Let's hold still and hold still!"

"Why don't we just let the other aristocrats know more about this boy?" Zhou yunyun continued to persuade.

"Well, you said it!" Zhang Yin nodded, and his clenched fist relaxed slowly.

What Zhou yunyun said is reasonable.

After all, if the other party dares to come over in such a swagger, it must have something to rely on.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Even if you want to kill, you must hit!

Now, obviously, the time has not come.

If it's so sad, I'll ask him to come in

Zhang Yin explained two words, then let the king housekeeper go out.

And after Wang's housekeeper went out, he went straight to the outer court.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in to express your condolence." Housekeeper Wang, who was far away, said respectfully.

The others were slightly shocked.

Xu Huai, in particular, originally wanted to see Jiang Beichen's jokes.

After all, it was the boy who made the trouble first. Even if he had something to do with it, after Zhang Yin knew it, he couldn't pout the boy out?

I didn't expect that it would be this result. I asked him to go in to condole?"Steward Wang, are you right? How could master Zhang let this little rubbish in to mourn? " Xu Huai was not willing to ask.

Housekeeper Wang's face suddenly changed and he could not help roaring out.

"Shut the hell up and say who's rubbish, your family is rubbish!"

Housekeeper Wang's heart is pounding!

He is actually saving Xu Huai. After all, people dare to kill Zhang Ming. Is it not like killing a chicken to kill you?

Everyone looked at each other. I didn't know why housekeeper Wang had such a big reaction.

Xu Huai's face was red and his ears were red. He didn't dare to say anything.

Jiang Beichen sneered, walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "young man, if you can't speak, you should speak less. Be careful what comes out of your mouth!"

With that, he strode toward the inner courtyard.

"Hum, you should thank the housekeeper Wang, otherwise, you may end up miserable today!" When Zhao Qun passed by, he couldn't help sneering.

If housekeeper Wang hadn't stopped him just now, he would have said more rebellious words, but he would not have been soft handed at that time.

"You

Xu huaiqi gritted his teeth, but he had nothing to do. Today's face was lost!

On the other hand, Jiang Beichen has come to the inner courtyard, the scene of the funeral.

It was drizzling.

Many people are sitting on benches with black umbrellas.

A repressive atmosphere hovered over the scene.

A sobbing voice came from a distance, and Zhang's cronies kept sobbing, kneeling in front of the spirit and crying more and more miserably.

As for whether they are sincere or not, no one knows. After all, the children of big families are actors from childhood.

As soon as Zhang Ming died, the position of the successor of the master of the family naturally became vacant.

How many people are eyeing?

Lingtang, in the black-and-white photo frame, Zhang Ming's photo stands out there.

Burning candles, flickering.

The wreaths of paper around set off the crystal coffin, and the people who could not speak were in it.

On the grass beside the mourning hall, there is a white piano. A pianist is playing the prelude of the dead, which is a song to guide the dead. Pathetique makes people cry.

"Is it too monotonous to listen to such pathetic music on such a happy day?"

Jiangbeichen didn't go to the mourning hall first. Instead, he turned his mouth and strode toward the white piano. With a big hand, he pulled the pianist aside.

He himself came to the front of the piano stool and sat down.

And here, the sadness and music stopped, and the people were all in a daze, and they all looked over.

"What are you doing?"

"You know I played the prelude to the dead! It's specially designed to lead the dead to heaven. It can't be interrupted. You're disrespectful to the dead! " The pianist yelled angrily. What's more, he's a professional pianist of Grade 10. He's respected everywhere. I didn't expect that he was so rude to him.

"Heaven?"

"Do you want to go?" Jiang Beichen stares at him like death's smile.

"I can send you!"

Hiss!

The pianist sucked in the cold air, as if he had been staring at by a ghost. He felt that his whole body was cold, and he didn't dare to say a word any more.

"You play well, but not as well as I do. If you don't believe me, listen to me!"

Jiang Beichen smiles again, and immediately caresses the keys with both hands. After a while of rising tone, his hands play at full speed.

Suddenly, a burst of joyful repertoire rippled in the scene.