As they were talking, many men came out of it and carried the coffin from the hearse into the mourning hall at home.

Many men, women, young and old were also buzzing and talking, not knowing what they were saying, and they were coming in and out inside and out, as if they were coming to pay their respects, or as if they were eating melons and watching the fun.

The altars were filled with sacrifices, candles and eternal lamps were lit, and the mirrors at home were covered with white paper. When the wind blew outside, the curtains and white banners were whistled.

The amplifier pulled the terminal board, connected it to the loudspeaker, and put it on the wall, and Ulaola was playing the sorrow and joy.

The expressions of the work were solemn. Wookiba was wearing mourning clothes, pretending to cry, sitting in front of the mourning hall guarding the crystal coffin.

The person in charge was sitting cross-legged on the kang in the inner room, drinking tea, and shouting while accepting the gifts from the mourners.

"Li Ergou, one hundred yuan in condolences, two yellow papers."

"Zhang Ermazi, one hundred yuan in condolences, one knife for yellow paper."

"Zhu Penghou, one hundred yuan in condolences, two yellow paper knives, and one mountain of gold and silver."

"Mi Suzhi, a hundred condolences, a knife for yellow paper."

....

Gao Lang took advantage of the fact that everyone was almost busy, greeted Bai Piaopiao and Su Lijuan and went home.

On the way, I first received Qu Xiaoxiao's account check information: Duan Rengen has two accounts at Yunshun Bank, with a private account of 80,000 yuan and a collective account of more than 2 million yuan.

Gao Lang was stunned when he saw it and asked hurriedly: What is a collective account? Why is it so much money?

Qu Xiaoxiao: Collective accounts are deposited in the name of the village collective and their income. They are generally of small treasury types. If no one supervises or cannot find out the source, or even some operations are inappropriate, it will become an excuse for village cadres to fill their pockets.

Gao Lang: Can it be investigated? Can it be recovered? I suspect this is the money that embezzles the shared property in the village.

Qu Xiaoxiao: It depends on your village checking the accounts yourself, and the bank can’t check them.

Gao Lang: OK I understand, I love you Xiaoxiao~!

Gao Lang didn't forget to make fun of it, which made Qu Xiaoxiao feel coquettish again.

But then again, I really have to go back and check the accounts carefully, but what if I can't find out anything? I can't let the dead talk, right?

Gao Lang was worried and was about to put up his phone.

Irving came again: Dear Gao, the person who was sent to Huaxia Jinning as an investment supervisor this time was Mr. Tatton of the Deutsche Bank Consortium. He is a strongman and a professional martial arts enthusiast. He is a very easy person to get along with.

Gao Lang: OK I understand, thank you Mr. Owen.

Putting down your phone, Gao Lang shook his head, it’s easy to get along with? That’s a tough guy killer, fool Irving!!

Fortunately, Irving didn't know his "ghost" identity and had no direct communication with Tatton, otherwise it would be strange if he didn't reveal himself.

When I got home and entered the door, my mother, Harumi's sister-in-law, and Fang Ming's mother were all there.

"Gao Lang~!" Harumi quickly helped her walk in, but Gao Lang grabbed her buttocks several times, and she couldn't help but twisted her coquettishly.

"You're back? Do you know about Duan Rengen?" Gao Lang's mother asked.

"I know, I just came back from his house and I worked hard for a while... Hey? How do you know?" Gao Lang groped and sat down.

"I don't know what I don't know about this. This kind of thing is not spreading quickly. Besides, the mourning halls in their homes have been put out." Harumi said.

Gao Lang nodded.

"Hey! That bad seed is a good thing. When your father was there, he often went against your father. Your father's death may still be related to him! Why are you still busy with your work?!" Gao Lang's mother said stumbled.

"Oh mom~! You are right, but now I am Piaopiao's assistant. If you don't help with a big busy, you can't help with a little busy."

"Yes, the child is right, he is clear about public and private affairs, and he is a good cadre." The old lady touched Gao Lang's hand and patted Gao Lang's mother again.

"Besides, I'm not busy much anymore. Piaopiao, Lanlan, host director and director Gao are still there. I'm back by myself." Gao Lang shook his head.

"Auntie, don't talk about him, Gao Lang understands~!" Harumi groped Gao Lang's shoulders with distress.

"That's right? Why do I say that I am a cadre now and a well-known doctor in the village. I am too obvious and gloating." Gao Lang secretly put his hand behind him into Harumi's skirt and touched the tenderness between his legs a few times.

"Stop showing off! What a bad cadre! You are still proud. It's important to tell your mother about a wife and a baby!"

"Auntie, don't worry, Gao Lang has a good relationship with women. Maybe he will suddenly bring you several babies~!" Qingmei smiled with a red face, and twisted the two questions, as if she deliberately clamped the salty hand in her skirt.

"Yes, my army has not moved yet, kid, don't be anxious..." the old lady suddenly said, "I think there may be something wrong with the army, otherwise it wouldn't be able to plant it for so long..."

"Oh, sister-in-law, what you said, Dajun is not uncomfortable after hearing this!" Gao Lang's mother said hurriedly.

"It's uncomfortable? There's no way to feel uncomfortable! If it doesn't work, it's not possible..." The old lady said, sitting in a wheelchair and hooking Gao Lang's hand.

"Child, do you remember what the aunt said? If your brother Dajun is really not good, just sow some seeds for your sister-in-law, don't worry..."

"Oh my mother-in-law~!" When Harumi heard this, she immediately covered her face with red face, feeling very disgusted.

After all, it was in front of Gao Lang's mother, so how could I feel embarrassed?

"No, my sister-in-law, this kind of thing is OK?" Gao Lang's mother was a little confused.

"Why can't it be?! Gao Lang is a child who is clean, kind and honest. He grew up with Dajun since childhood. I treat him as his godson, just like Harumi's brother-in-law. If he is not good at being a brother, don't let his brother-in-law work hard..."

The old lady smiled as if she was very enlightened.

"Uh!" Gao Lang scratched his head speechlessly.

"And this child is so handsome, he doesn't drink or smoke. That kind of seed must be healthy and tight, and the baby he gave birth to must be white and fat!"

Everyone was speechless again when they heard it.

The old lady said, pulling Harumi's hand and groping for a few times, "Gao Lang, you are satisfied with your sister-in-law's appearance and figure. If you don't mind, the aunt will make a decision. I didn't say it before. I'm about this today. If your brother Dajun is not good, the aunt's house will ask you..."

"Oh my mother-in-law~!" Harumi seemed even more unable to stand it, but she hid behind the old lady's wheelchair coquettishly, covering her face, and couldn't even speak.
Chapter completed!