Chapter 89

Zhu Yongfeng frowned slightly, "Why did you suddenly think to ask about this?"

"I saw that person surnamed Ning at the Bajie Club today!"

At these words, Zhu Yongfeng immediately stood up from his chair, shocked, "You saw that person? What kind of person is he? Did he ever say anything to you?!"

"He ...... looks like he's only about twenty years old, hanging out with that infamous Wang Sanheng."

Zhu Yongfeng said all of the previous things, "Dad, what exactly is his beef with our family?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yongfeng slowly sat back in his chair, his face thoughtful as he muttered:

"Twenty years old? Can it be that Ning Zhixue really did have a son who survived?"

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to Zhu Yingjie: "Regarding the Ning family's affairs, you shouldn't ask too many questions! That's all a grudge from the previous generation and has nothing to do with you."

"But ...... that man said he's coming to attend third brother's funeral tomorrow, I think he's simply not harboring good intentions!"

"Don't worry." Zhu Yongfeng smiled sinisterly, "A milquetoast brat can't make any waves!"

Previously, he was worried that the Ning family had returned with some formidable figure, but at this moment, once he heard Zhu Yingjie say that the other party was nothing more than a twenty year old young man, his hanging heart was released.

However, Zhu Yingjie was still a bit worried, "Dad, that kid was hanging out with Wang Sanheng! What if he really brings someone to cause trouble at the funeral tomorrow?"

"The people we've invited are all prominent figures in Qing'an City! Even Han Baoren, one of the Seven Old Monsters, will be there!" Zhu Yongfeng had an eerie look on his face.

"As long as that kid dares to come, I'll send him to meet his deadbeat parents!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Yongfeng gave a slight beat, "By the way, has that little model from Shengge International been arranged?"

"Already arranged." Zhu Yingjie nodded, "After the ceremony is over, she will be sent to serve Chairman Fang at the banquet."

"It's not easy to meet Chairman Fang Zheng Xuan Yuan, this opportunity must be seized, absolutely no mistakes!"

"Got it, Dad."

At the same time, the Shengge International Modeling Agency.

An Yiqiu sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room, her eyebrows slightly knitted.

Opposite her sat a woman with an obese figure and heavy makeup.

This woman was the new agent that the company had arranged for her, called Shi Hongyu.

Shi Hongyu had originally followed Qi Xiaoyun, but since Qi Xiaoyun had evaporated a while ago, she had been assigned to An Yiqiu by the company.

"Ah Yiqiu, going to Zhu San Shao's funeral is actually a good thing for you. Other than that, those guests are all big shots, if you casually fall for one of them, you won't have to worry about anything for the rest of your life!" An Yiqiu sank a pretty face, "I can rely on myself, I don't need to rely on anyone!"

"Heh heh heh ......" Shi Hongyu sneered a few times.

"Isn't it the body and face that you rely on in this business? At the end of the day, you still have to find a gold master to hold you up?

The Zhu family is willing to let you go to the funeral banquet to entertain those celebrities, that is to give you the opportunity! Don't you dare to refuse a toast and eat the penalty wine!"

"But ......"

An Yiqiu was about to say something else when Shi Hongyu interrupted:

"All of the Zhu family's money has already been paid into the company's account, it's useless for you to say anything else now! Go home and have a good sleep, get ready, I'll personally pick you up at noon tomorrow!"

After saying that, he twisted his fat ass and left.

An Yiqiu stared blankly at herself in the mirror, a tear slowly sliding down her face.

For the first time, she somewhat doubted whether she was really not suitable for the profession of modeling ......

The next day.

Guo Le came to Ning Tian Lang's place early in the morning.

Ning Tian Lang tied a dark gray tie in the mirror and faintly asked, "Is everything ready?"

"All ready. Wreaths of paper money, no less."

"Good." A layer of coldness surfaced in Ning Tianlang's eyes, "Let's go, go send Zhu Sanzhao on his last journey!"

Enci Hall.

A top-grade aristocratic funeral parlor.

Zhu Yingyi's funeral was held here.

On the parking lot in front of the entrance of Enci Hall, hundreds of luxury cars of various models were parked, almost like a car show.

The entire sky was overcast, the clouds were low, and it was so dull that it was hard to breathe.

It was clearly the height of summer, but it made people feel a bleak and icy coldness.

At the entrance of the En Ci Tang Condolence Hall, Zhu Yongfeng stood sullenly, his face sad.

Some white hair was blown by the wind, adding a point of desolation.

His heart was filled with misery as the white-haired person sent off the black-haired person.

"Father, the guests have almost arrived."

Zhu Yingjie stood behind him and said in a low voice.

Zhu Yongfeng took a deep breath, "Let the ritual ...... begin ......"