Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

After turning a corner, I could see the entire funeral.

The parking lot, the roadside, and everywhere were filled with cars, at least dozens of them.

There were at least several hundred young men wearing black suits with white stripes on their cuffs. Some were maintaining order, while others were greeting mourners.

There were many dragon and lion dances, as well as suona funeral music performances.

"Wow, it's really grand! If I have a funeral in the future, I'll also have seven or eight lion dance teams and a few honor guards. It will be very grand and magnificent."

Greyhound said enviously as soon as he got off the car.

Zhou Shengpeng slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Do you want to go down and accompany Chen Yaowen now? I'll help you get all the musicians in Hong Kong Island to come and send you off?"

The greyhound then realized that he had said the wrong thing. How could he curse himself to death?

After parking the car, Zhou Shengpeng's younger brothers got out carrying a dozen wreaths.

The other eight people carried a red-painted coffin out of a black van.

"Shh."

Seeing this scene, everyone looked over unconsciously.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze.

Even Uncle Weng, who was in charge of the funeral rituals, was dumbfounded.

The younger brother next to me also forgot to call the roll.

Zhou Shengpeng directly threw a white envelope on the gift table and said in a cold voice: "Hongxing Kunpeng is here to offer sacrifices."

Uncle Weng was stunned. What was going on?

Hong Xing Kunpeng's name is very famous, of course he knows it.

But Hung Hing has never paid much attention to white-collar societies like Xin Zi Dui.

Even their leader Jiang Tiansheng only sent a wreath and a white envelope to pay tribute, and had nothing to do with it at all.

And why did Zhou Shengpeng, a mere red stick, come here to join in the fun with such a big fuss?

Besides, who would come to a funeral with a coffin? Do they have to help collect Chen Yaowen’s body?

For a moment, Uncle Weng didn't know how to call out the names.

Zhou Shengpeng's expression gradually grew serious. He glanced at them coldly and said, "Why are you standing there? Didn't you see I brought a wreath to attend your eldest brother's funeral?"

"Roll call."

Uncle Weng's heart skipped a beat when he was glared at. He could only shout, "Hongxing disciple Kunpeng is here to offer sacrifices."

When Uncle Weng shouted, the people standing neatly beside him also shouted: "Hongxing Kunpeng is here for the sacrifice."

"boom."

This news instantly caused an uproar at the entire funeral.

Kunpeng has become very famous recently. Many people in various communities have heard of Kunpeng's name, but have never seen him in person.

But this first appearance shocked everyone.

A red stick from the Hongxing sect, carrying a dozen wreaths, carried a coffin.

He swaggered to the funeral of Chen Yaowen, the boss of Xinzidui.

It's obvious that they are here to cause trouble.

Wang Bao, holding a cigar and with a big belly, looked at Zhou Shengpeng, a handsome young man wearing a white suit, at the mountain gate.

Then he raised his hand slightly and said to Ajie beside him: "Ajie, go and see what's going on, but don't interfere."

Han Chen stood on the steps and looked into the distance.

He smiled and said to Sha Qiang and Chen Yongren beside him: "This young man is really unconventional in his actions. He brought a cart of wreaths and a coffin to attend Chen Yaowen's funeral. He is quite arrogant. I like it."

Dongxing Camel brought Crow and Smiling Tiger with him, and their eyes were also focused on Zhou Shengpeng.

He shook his head and said, "My little brother is becoming more and more unruly nowadays. I don't know how Jiang Tiansheng taught him to act so wildly at someone else's funeral..."

Many people were whispering in private, discussing Zhou Shengpeng's strange behavior.

Uncle Chen Huimin from Xinzidui came up with dozens of his younger brothers and stopped Zhou Shengpeng and the others at the mountain gate.

"Kunpeng, what the hell are you doing? Do you understand that death is the greatest thing?"

"Didn't Jiang Tiansheng teach you the rules? Is this how you act like a little brother?"

Zhou Shengpeng raised his hand and fanned it in front of him with a look of disgust.

"Uncle Min, after all, you are also from the same generation as Uncle Xin Zidui, so why does your mouth smell so bad? Is it because you are too angry or didn't drink enough herbal tea?"

This sentence immediately made Chen Huimin furious.

The younger brother standing next to him stood up in dissatisfaction: "Damn, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to our Uncle Min like that?"

"How dare you talk to my boss? Do you have the right to speak like that?"

Feiji stepped forward and stared at the younger brother with a ferocious look as if he wanted to stare him to death.

The brothers on both sides were on edge, as if they were about to fight at any moment.

"Peng, the Hongxing Red Sticks aren't that influential yet. How dare you come here and cause trouble with just a few people?"

"Open your eyes and look around. The entire cemetery mountain is made up of our little brothers from the Letter Pile."

"If you don't go back home, be careful that you may never come back."

Zhou Shengpeng put a cigarette in his mouth disapprovingly, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"Uncle Min, I didn't come here to cause trouble. I came to see Brother Yaowen off and burn some incense."

"You always talk about the rules. Everyone who comes is a guest. You're old enough, so you shouldn't know that, right?"

Chen Huimin's face was filled with anger: "Since you don't want to accept my toast, then don't come down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the younger brothers from the letter pile came over here in a huge crowd.

Most of the younger brothers have followed Chen Yaowen step by step to where they are today.

Chen Yaowen is quite honest in his work, and his younger brothers are quite convinced of him.

Now at the boss's funeral, some people are causing trouble without knowing the consequences. Who the hell can tolerate this?

When a person dies, his debts are settled. Kunpeng is really going too far. He thinks that his younger brother in Xinzidui is a dead person.

The crowd was outraged and surrounded Zhou Shengpeng and the others.

Greyhound and Airplane stood in front of Zhou Shengpeng, looking like they were ready to attack at any time.

"Pick that star, you have so many people, what a great thing, if you dare to touch a hair on our head, we will kill you bunch of idiots."

Zhou Shengpeng exhaled a puff of smoke, not panicking at all.

He said calmly, "Greyhound, we are here to burn incense, not to kill anyone. Please don't damage the peace."

"Kunpeng, Brother Wen can't bear this incense from you. No matter what your purpose is today, please go back and don't disturb the rest of the deceased."

A path parted from the crowd of people piled with letters, and Sister Ailian, dressed in a white formal dress and a white flower on her head, walked out.

When Zhou Shengpeng saw Sister Ailian, his eyes lit up. No wonder the old saying goes, "If you want to be pretty, you must be filial all your life."

When Sister Ailian put on mourning clothes, she looked as fresh and clean as a lotus flower emerging from clear water.

"Sister Ailian, I came here today with all my heart to attend the funeral, and I also specially prepared a generous gift for Brother Wen."

"As a result, you, the elders, are disrespectful, and the younger ones are impolite. Without asking any questions, you block the door at the mountain gate."

"I'm afraid this isn't the Xinzidui way of treating guests, is it?"

Sister Ailian looked at Kunpeng, who was like a scoundrel who was the first to complain, and frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy.

Who would carry a coffin at a funeral? He must be seriously ill.

"We cannot accept this generous gift from you. Keep it for yourself."

"Shaowei, show the guest out."

Zhou Shengpeng raised his eyebrows: "Sister Ailian may not like this generous gift, but Brother Wen may not dislike it. Greyhound will open the coffin and comfort Brother Wen's spirit in heaven."

Just when everyone was confused.

Greyhound stepped forward and kicked open the coffin lid, and Huobaoming's body appeared inside the coffin.

Sister Ailian's eyes widened, she was furious, dead...

In an instant, up and down the mountain, no matter they were big brothers or small brothers.

Everyone's eyes turned to Huo Baoming in the coffin. They were all shocked. The world at Babaoshan was about to change.

"No wonder Kunpeng dared to bring a few of his brothers up the mountain so ostentatiously carrying a coffin. It turns out he was carrying Huobaoming's corpse. How impressive!"

The crow sat next to the camel, looking like he was watching a show.

"The raging Ming clan was involved in an internal conflict and had their own boss, Chen Yaowen, killed. At this critical juncture, he was unexpectedly taken in by Kunpeng. This is truly intriguing."

The smiling tiger narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, feeling that something was wrong.

"We are here to burn incense and observe the ceremony, not to meddle in the internal affairs of the letter pile. Talk less and watch more, and don't complain."

Camel acted like an elder brother and stopped them from talking any further.

At Chen Yaowen's funeral, Kunpeng came with a coffin, and lying inside was Huobaoming.

This was enough to make everyone present cringe. How could two completely unrelated people get together? It was hard to understand.