The first rich son-in-law

Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

Although Steward Wang is only the steward of the Zhang family, he has a lot of power in the Zhang family, and some important matters of Zhang Yin are entrusted to him. This person's status in the Zhang family can be said to be inferior to one person.

However, it is such a person who, facing the young man in front of him, is in such a mess that he can't even stand firmly?

"Wang Butler, this is..." Xu Huai was the first to react, and hurried over to help Wang Butler up.

In his eyes, Jiang Beichen was just an unknown little person, and he really didn't understand why Butler Wang would react like this.

After Wang Steward stood up, he quickly took two steps back, as if he was afraid that Jiang Beichen would pounce on him.

Everyone was even more confused, is this kid a tiger or what?To scare Steward Wang like this?
In fact, Butler Wang was also complaining endlessly. In the morning, the owner told him to keep an eye on him. Unexpectedly, this evil star really came to the door.

You know, this evil star is not easy to mess with. Not only did he kill Zhang Ming in public, but he also frightened away all bidders and won the Rongmao Building at a price of [-] million yuan.

It is said that there is a sky-high background behind it!

Besides, this person even dared to kill Zhang Ming, so would he be soft on a little housekeeper like himself?
So Steward Wang was naturally terrified, fearing that the other party might disagree with him, so he would fight him.

"You, you wait, I will report to the Patriarch!"

Without waiting to greet everyone, Steward Wang headed towards the inner courtyard without even scrambling.

But at this moment, everyone looked over together with doubts in their eyes.

What is the background of this young man?
Acropolis has never heard of such a number one person in so many years!

Xu Huai's face was very ugly, but he was still a little unconvinced, "Humph, boy, you look really brave, you dare to be arrogant in Zhang's house, it's too late for you to leave now, otherwise Patriarch Zhang won't let you go you!"

"is it?"

"Then we'll wait and see!" Jiang Beichen's mouth curled up slightly.

On the other side, Steward Wang quickly ran to Zhang Yin's side to report.

"What? He really dares to come?" Zhang Yin frowned with thick eyebrows.

This person killed his son, but he still dares to come to his son's funeral in a big way?

What is this for?
Step on his Zhang family's face on the ground and rub it?

"Order, let the dead men stand by anywhere!"

"I want to see, what does he want to do today?" Zhang Yin had a gloomy expression on his face.

"If he dares to act rashly after a while, order to kill him immediately!" Zhang Yin said coldly again.

The clay figurine is still angry, not to mention that the Zhang family is a wealthy family, even if the other party's background is unpredictable, he can't let others shit on his head.

"Wait!" Zhou Yunyun suddenly said at this time.

"Brother Yin, don't worry!"

"Maybe this kid just came to express condolences and wants to ask for peace?" Zhou Yunyun suddenly expressed her guess.

"After all, we have already given up the Rongmao Building, what else does he want?"

"Even if you want to look for it, you should look for a few other wealthy families!"

When she thought about it, Jiang Beichen's visit was likely to take the initiative to show his favor, appease the Zhang family, and then deal with other wealthy families.

After all, the Zhang family has already spit out Rong Mao, and even Zhang Ming died, so this account can be regarded as cleared.

"call!"

Zhang Yin took a deep breath, what Zhou Yunyun said was not impossible.

But that's killing a son and an enemy!

How could he bear it!

"Brother Yin, although Ming Shao's revenge is to be avenged, but for the time being, we can't figure out the details of this kid, we still have to hold on first and stay put!"

"Why don't you let the other rich families find out about this kid first?" Zhou Yunyun continued to persuade.

"Well, what you said is right!" Zhang Yin nodded, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

What Zhou Yunyun said was not without reason.

After all, if the other party dared to come over so swaggeringly, he must have something to rely on.

As the saying goes, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Even if you want to kill, you must hit it with one blow!
Now, clearly the time has not come.

"In that case, let him in. If he is An Sheng's condolences, it won't hurt, but if he dares to cause trouble, don't blame me for being cruel!"

After Zhang Yin explained a few words, he asked Steward Wang to go out.

But after Butler Wang went out, he went straight to the outer courtyard.

"Mr. Jiang, our Patriarch invites you to come in to express our condolences!" Steward Wang said respectfully from a distance away.

Everyone else was slightly shocked.

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

After all, it was this kid who made the trouble first, even if he has some background, but after Zhang Yin found out about the trouble at the funeral, why shouldn't he push this kid out?

Didn't expect this to be the result, and invited him in to express his condolences?
"Butler Wang, are you right? Patriarch Zhang actually let this little trash go in to express his condolences?" Xu Huai couldn't help but asked out unwillingly.

Butler Wang's expression changed instantly, and he couldn't help but yelled.

"Shut up the fuck and say who is trash, your whole family is trash!"

Steward Wang's heart is pounding!
He was actually saving Xu Huai. After all, he even dared to kill Zhang Ming. Isn't killing Xu Huai like killing a chicken?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering why Butler Wang reacted so strongly.

Xu Huai's face was flushed by the spray, and he didn't dare to say a word.

But Jiang Beichen sneered, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, if you don't know how to speak, talk less, and be careful not to speak out!"

After speaking, he strode towards the inner courtyard.

"Hmph, you should thank Steward Wang, otherwise, you may end up miserable today!" Zhao Qun couldn't help sneering when he passed by.

If Steward Wang hadn't stopped him just now, this kid might have said even more outrageous things, but he won't be relentless.

"you!"

Xu Huai gritted his teeth angrily, but he had no choice but to lose face today!
On the other hand, Jiang Beichen had already arrived at the inner courtyard, the scene of the funeral.

It was hazy and drizzling.

Many people sat on benches holding black umbrellas.

An oppressive atmosphere hovered over the entire scene.

A choked cry came from a distance, and the Zhang family's relatives kept sobbing, kneeling in front of the coffin and weeping more and more miserable.

As for whether it's true or not, no one knows, after all, the children of the big family have been actors since childhood.

Now that Zhang Ming died, the seat of the Patriarch's heir would naturally be vacated.

How many people are staring at it?
In the mourning hall, in the black and white photo frame, Zhang Ming's photo stood there impressively.

A burning candle flickers on and off.

The surrounding paper wreaths set off the crystal coffin containing a person who can no longer speak.

On the grass next to the mourning hall, there is a white piano, and a pianist is playing the prelude to the dead, which is a song that guides the dead.Sadness makes those who hear it cry.

"Isn't it too monotonous to listen to such a sad track on such a happy day!"

Jiang Beichen didn't go to the mourning hall to pay homage first, but with the corners of his mouth curled up, he strode towards the white piano, grabbed it with his big hand, and pulled the pianist aside.

He personally came to the front of the piano bench and sat down.

But here the mourning and joy were interrupted, everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked over one after another.

"What are you doing!"

"You know I'm playing the Prelude to the Dead! It's specially designed to lead the dead to heaven, and you can't be interrupted. You're disrespectful to the dead!" The pianist yelled angrily, not to mention that he was a tenth-level professional pianist. He is respected everywhere, but he didn't expect this kid to be so rude to him.

"Heaven?"

"Do you want to go?" Jiang Beichen stared at him slightly, smiling like a god of death.

"I can send you!"

hiss!
The pianist gasped, as if being stared at by a ghost, he felt cold all over his body, and dared not speak a word again.

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

Jiang Beichen smiled again, and immediately stroked the keys with both hands, and after a while of raising the key, he played quickly with both hands.

Suddenly, a burst of cheerful songs rippling on the scene.