The news about the death of elder Xiaotian's illness soon spread to Shengtian's high-level circles.

The rich are in the deep mountains and have distant relatives, not to mention that the richest man is not an ordinary rich man, and he still lives in a downtown city.

The first person to come to the hospital was Huang Ying Zheng Gang. They comforted Tan Xiaotian for a few words and stuffed a thick envelope into his hands.

Then came Hao Jianyu Tonghaihong.

Sun Sheng, Hu Jinqi, and other shareholders of the racecourse also came together.

The horse farm is a distribution center for various news. In just half a day, Shengtian’s well-known wealthy people have arrived. Even He Yinglong, He Hongliang, and his son who are far away in Xinyuan immediately took a bus to the hospital.

Liu Jing, Zhang Shui, Wang Dali, and Guan Na all stayed in the hospital to help with the funeral.

Tan Xiaotian received countless gifts. Liu Jing only prepared a shoulder bag at the beginning, and it was filled soon. She had to ask Zhang Shui to deposit the money with the nearby bank first, but before Zhang Shui came back, the shoulder bag was full again.

Liu Jing roughly estimated that Tan Xiaotian had collected at least several million, because these rich people took action in units of tens of thousands, and they would be laughed at if they took 10,000 or 20,000 or 20,000.

Tan Xiaotian was busy receiving guests from all walks of life this day, and he was so busy that he was overwhelmed.

Fortunately, all the dandy groups in the horse farm did not leave and stayed in the hospital to help. With them there, some trivial matters were easily handled.

Finally there were fewer guests at night, Tan Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief.

The Song family held another small meeting and decided to hire two hearse tomorrow to send the two old men back to the mountain city, and cremate in three days, and then buried immediately after cremation.

After the meeting, my uncle and uncle took a car back to the mountain city overnight. They had to contact the cemetery and engrave words on the tombstone, so they had to take the lead.

Tan Xiaotian walked out of the ward with his tired body. In the corridor, the shareholders of the horse farm were all gone, and they were talking in a low voice in groups of three or five.

When they saw Tan Xiaotian coming out, they swept around them.

"Xiaotian, has the matter settled?

Will you leave tomorrow?"

"Xiaotian, we have discussed it. Anyway, everyone has nothing to do. Let's go to the mountain city to see the two old men off for the last journey."

The words like spring breeze made Tan Xiaotian feel warm in his heart, and he quickly said no.

But no matter what he said, no one of these playboys listened to him.

Liu Jing came over and said, "Boss, you friends have not eaten yet! Do you want to find a restaurant nearby to entertain you?"

Tan Xiaotian hurriedly invited these playboys to go out for dinner, but no one moved the place and said they were not hungry. In the end, Tan Xiaotian had no choice but to ask the old noodle soup on the opposite side to send some takeaway food, but the Song family in the house had not eaten it yet.

So, a strange scene appeared. These wealthy people with a net worth of tens of millions did not care about their image. They squatted in the corridor, each with a bowl of old noodles, and ate it with a delicious meal.

True love is revealed in times of adversity, but I didn’t expect that these second generations are still quite affectionate.

While everyone was there, Tan Xiaotian told the story of Tan Mingchun's desire to invest in the horse farm and opening a branch in Yanjing. The second generation were all very excited.

Yanjing is the capital, and the size of the city is far beyond what Shengtian can compare to. Being able to drive thousands of miles to Yanjing is the dream of all their shareholders.

The second generation had considered their own weight before. They thought it was okay to go to Yanjing in the small fish pond in the East China Sea. With their connections and background, they would probably not cause any storm. Now with Tan Mingchen, the number one female devil in Yanjing, participating in the shares, the road to Zhuang Zhuang has slowly spread out and the road ahead is smooth.

Since they are still in the hospital and are not a place to discuss the serious matters, the shareholders just briefly discussed the candidates for the Yanjing branch.

Since Haihong just gave birth to a child last year, she stayed at Shengtian Management Qianli Headquarters.

Hao Jian, Yu Tong and Hu Jin went to Yanjing to preside over the construction of the branch.

The Yanjing branch must continue to invest funds when opening, and the equity must be redistributed. Everyone decided to wait until a special shareholders' meeting was held later before studying these details.

After dinner, Tan Xiaotian persuaded all these people away, and then persuaded the Song family to return to the hotel to rest. Grandma and grandpa had passed away, and it would be meaningless to stay in the hospital again.

After returning to the mountain city, we have to hold a funeral and work hard for several days. Everyone must accumulate enough energy to cope with the busyness of the next few days.

After finishing everything, Tan Xiaotian asked Zhang Shui to return to the villa and drive out the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

This car has been kept in the villa's garage since Xing Ming gave it to him.

In fact, Tan Xiaotian didn't want to be so high-profile, but he could see what his uncle was saying. He wanted to hold grandma and grandpa's funeral so glorious. Now it's time for it to debut.

The next day at dawn, the convoy set out from the hospital, with the black Rolls-Roz Phantom, behind it was the Toyota Coaster minibus, then two hearse in white flowers, and behind it were sixteen black Mercedes-Benz 600s. These were all borrowed by Zheng Gang from the Mercedes-Benz 4S store to serve as a store. The dandy convoy followed the end, and the entire convoy had no less than fifty cars, whizzing past the road.

Passers-by stopped and watched, talking a lot, not knowing who was so arrogant.

**** Mountain City, Jiubao, Shuangchun Mountain Cemetery.

"How can you do this?

The cemetery I just bought, you changed your mind in less than a week. The money was paid and the contract was signed. Now the hearse is on the way back, you must give me an explanation."

In the office, my uncle Song Chungang was furious and slapped the table.

A little girl in a blue suit looked embarrassed and tried to comfort Song Chungang.

"Sir, this is our work mistake. The cemetery you are going to buy has been ordered in advance. We sold the cemetery to you without knowing it. I apologize to you.

There are many cemeteries in our cemetery, you can choose another one and we can give you the biggest discount.”

"You think I am a three-year-old child! You kept packing the bill before I bought it. No one booked the cemetery, so I bought it in full. What's going on? Tell me clearly."

The little girl's eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look at Song Chungang, but she just kept shirking her responsibilities.

Seeing that something was wrong, my uncle walked out of the office and called Tan Xiaotian, and told him about the situation here.

Tan Xiaotian was on the highway and immediately changed his color when he heard this news.

Haihong, who was sitting next to him, saw something was wrong and asked him what was going on.

Tan Xiaotian took a deep breath and knew that the funeral was being held at home, and it was not the time to get angry. He squeezed a smile at Haihong, "It's okay!"

"Uncle, since they made a mistake, let's forget it. I'll take the money back. I'll find another way to the cemetery."

After putting down the phone, Tan Xiaotian turned his head and waved to a little black fat man, "Old Pi, ask you something."

The little black fat man is named Pi Haifeng. He works in the Provincial Department of Civil Affairs. His elders in his family have high power in the civil affairs department.

Pi Haifeng came over, "What's wrong?"

Tan Xiaotian whispered: "The cemetery that was set up in advance in the mountain city has been in business. Aren't you in the Civil Affairs Office?

Please help me think of a solution and see which cemetery has a good cemetery in the mountain city. Money is not a problem, the sooner you settle, the better.”

Pi Haifeng slapped his chest and said, "Pack to me."

He picked up the phone and started dialing. After making a few calls, he received a reply.

"Old talk, people from the Shancheng Civil Affairs Bureau said that Qianfu Cemetery has a best cemetery. It was originally prepared for a model worker in your city, but he was buried directly in Yanjing after he died. Before he returned to Shancheng, the cemetery was empty. The price given there was 450,000 yuan. Do you think it's OK?"
Chapter completed!