Sai Peng's funeral was in the village of Maesle in the mountains, which is the real base camp of Sai Peng in Mae Sai.
There is an armed army in a large village, as well as farmers who grow food and melons. From the armed army to the farmers, they are all Chinese. Most of the farmers lived in the middle of the mountain. At this moment, they all huddled in their houses and did not dare to go out. They only heard the vehicles on the road outside constantly driving up the mountain.
Many people came to Sai Peng's funeral. The gangsters who used to show their faces, the descendants scattered in various Asian countries, and the old man's few old friends all came overnight after receiving the news yesterday.
Mesle Village, which has been quiet for several years, has become noisy and lively today.
One of the large warehouses on the top of the mountain, originally used to store munitions, was converted to hold funerals. From the bottom of the mountain, you can see the photo of Sai Peng's remains at the first glance. Below the photo are placed a stone tripod incense burner for sacrifices, melon and fruit liquor, and gold bricks and ingots, and the bottom is surrounded by white chrysanthemums.
Zhou Yinkun and Zhou Yaohui stood on one side. Those who came to the funeral first bowed to the corpse in the middle of the mourning hall, then offered incense and picked flowers to mourn the descendants, and finally put white chrysanthemums on the corpse covered with white cloth.
Tuosha, who came from Bangkok, was the last one to arrive. He held an urn carved with black sandalwood panlong in both hands, and handed it to Zhou Yaohui. The urn was made overnight, but the workmanship is exquisite, and the bottom of the box is engraved with the Chinese characters "The Crane Returns to the East, and the True Nature Is Eternal".
Zhou Yaohui felt the horoscope, his eyes were slightly red, "Thank you."
Then he stepped forward to replace the urn he had prepared, while Tuosha stood in front of Sai Peng's body for a long time, and finally went out without saying anything.
The next step is to help the spirit to go to the funeral, the gun is fired ten times, and the body is sent to the car for cremation.
At twelve noon, the funeral banquet begins.
There were forty-two round tables, and the main table sat Sai Peng's closest person before his death. Zhou Yaohui and Zhou Yinkun, Pashan who manages the poppy planting for Saipon, Chachai the armed general who is entrenched in Mesle, Han Jinwen who is in charge of tens of thousands of goods and distribution horses, and regular jade, timber, docks and other businesses for Sai Peng A few competent go-getters.
As the eldest son and Sai Peng's personal successor, Zhou Yaohui stood up and toasted, with a calm and peaceful tone: "The incident happened suddenly, and my brother Akun and I are very grateful that all uncles and seniors can come to see my father off. Everyone is following my father I started from scratch, and I have been through the wind and rain for decades, and I hope my uncles will take care of it."
After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in his hand.
The rest of the people picked up their wine glasses and signaled to the main table.
The first person to answer the conversation was Pashan. He poured another glass of wine, looked at Zhou Yaohui, and said, "Ah Hui, what you said is off the mark. Brother Sai Peng has been able to live comfortably these few years because of your business success." If you manage well, we old people can live a comfortable life. We will have to rely on you to take good care of us in the future, so that we can earn money for a long time. Come, this cup of uncle respects you."
"Thank you, Uncle Pashan, for your trust."
Zhou Yinkun looked at him coldly The two came and went back and forth to drink and greet each other. He lit a cigarette and glanced at the opposite side.
Sitting across from him was Han Jinwen who was in charge of drug distribution for Sai Peng. He was smart and skilled. He joined Sai Peng when he was ten years old. He was indeed outstanding, but he was unlucky, and his right hand was blown off in a fire at the age of eighteen.
Later, Sai Peng asked him to be responsible for the development of the delivery team, from secret language trading to multi-stage transportation, gradually laying out a dense and powerful trafficking network.
Seeing Zhou Yinkun looking over, Han Jinwen coughed lightly, and held up the wine glass with his left hand, "Uncle Pashan said yes. But Ah Hui, our sales volume has decreased in recent years, and the brothers below are obviously earning a lot less than in previous years. Today In the light of the old man, I also want to ask, will this still be the way in the future?"
Hearing this, the originally lively funeral banquet gradually quieted down.
Zhou Yaohui knew in his heart that these people were able to come here so quickly and in such a group. Part of the reason was that they wanted to send Sai Peng off for the last time, but the bigger reason was that he wanted to see the frighteningly large piece in Sai Peng's hands. Fat meat, is it possible to tear a piece off?
After hearing Han Jinwen's words, Zhou Yaohui's expression remained unchanged, "This is the rule set by the old man. It would be too disrespectful for him to change it as soon as he left."
"Ah Hui." A fat man at the next table was also holding the wine, and laughed twice, "Our uncles all watched you grow up, know that you are filial, and listen to the old man the most. However, filial piety belongs to filial piety." , we don't treat you kindly, we can't let everyone make money for the sake of filial piety, right? You are the successor appointed by the old man. Now that the old man is gone, you take the helm. Isn't it all about what you said."
Zhou Yaohui sneered, "It's said that people take tea to cool, but this tea will cool too fast."
Zhou Yinkun, who had been silent at this time, said, "Brother, Business belongs to business, Uncle Dannai talks to you about business, and you talk to him about feelings."
He smiled, "Isn't this nonsense?"
Zhou Yaohui turned his head to look at Zhou Yinkun who was beside him, and then looked at Zhou Yinkun who had just provoked him. Topic Han Jinwen. When Zhou Yinkun first joined the armed forces when he was a child, it was Han Jinwen who took him. Both brothers practiced under Han Jinwen, and then Zhou Yaohui withdrew midway, but Zhou Yinkun persisted until the end. Han Jinwen counts Zhou Yinkun as half his master.
"Even if it's business, today's occasion is not suitable for talking. If uncles have any questions, we can make another appointment."
"That's so troublesome." Zhou Yinkun lazily put out his cigarette butt, "It happens that everyone is here today, what's the matter?" Let's talk about the matter together, if the elder brother can't solve it, I can help."
"Kun's words make sense." Han Jinwen said with a smile, "Ah Hui, you don't want to force the business you don't want to do. It's just my hand What about the tens of thousands of brothers out there, can't we live in big villas with delicious food and spicy food, so that they can't even have enough to eat? Let me tell you, they are both the sons of the old man, and we all know the abilities of you two brothers. It's better to open the door on both sides, you do according to your rules, Kun follows his method, the factory channels are ready-made, and everyone who has money can earn together."
In a few words, I finally got to the point. What Han Jinwen said inside and outside the meaning is to distribute the old man's drug business to Zhou Yinkun.
A few people at the table nodded after hearing this, and Tuosha sat among them with a complicated expression.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is dismantling Zhou Yaohui's platform. When the old man was around, the volume of goods sold decreased and no one dared to comment, but Zhou Yaohui was just inheriting his father's business, and he didn't break out in the hail of bullets. The deterrence was far worse than his father's. up.
Even though he has indeed managed the business well in the past few years, it is real that he has earned less money than in previous years. He controls almost all raw materials and factories by himself, and does not allow others to intervene. Sooner or later, everyone will be dissatisfied. It's just that the time was too early, and Tuosha's eyes fell on the figure next to Zhou Yaohui.
Unreasonable, but expected. If Sai Peng could restrain him once or twice when he was here, then now... the one who is in danger is Zhou Yaohui.
It's a pity that what we're talking about now is the business of his own family, and it's not up to outsiders to intervene.
At the main table here, Sai Peng's close friend Pashan was the first to refuse.
"Jin Wen, what do you mean by that?" Pashan said, "Although Brother Sai Peng didn't make any will, he made it clear a few years ago that Ah Hui would take over the business. You promised well at that time, saying Listen to him like you listen to the old man, you just need to take care of the young men under your hands, and you have to take care of how much they take if they don't take care of it?"
Zhou Yinkun squinted his eyes and called "Uncle Pashan".
Pashan looked over.
Zhou Yinkun poured a glass of wine, got up and walked over with the glass.
He walked up to Pashan, leaned over to put down the wine glass, and put his hand on Pashan's shoulder, "You're old, don't be so angry."
Pashan felt that the hand on his shoulder was heavy, and he couldn't breathe. gas.
Zhou Yinkun lowered his head, "You have been with my old man for thirty or forty years."
Pashan didn't know why he suddenly said this, although Zhou Yinkun seemed to be here to toast, but he felt flustered for no reason. But after all, he was also a person who followed Sai Peng through life and death. In front of so many people, as a junior, Zhou Yinkun would never do anything excessive.
"It will be forty years this year." Pashan said.
"Oh. It's been so long." Zhou Yinkun patted him on the shoulder, "Your old man has been helping to manage the plantation land, and it is very inconvenient to live on the mountain in Wa State."
Pashan saw him pick up the glass of wine.
"You should enjoy it at such an old age. Just tell me where you want to live after you retire."
Pashan frowned when he heard that, and he didn't even touch the glass of wine Zhou Yinkun was holding, and even raised his hand displeased. Set that glass of wine aside.
"Akun, you don't need to worry about this matter. The old man and I have been friends for decades. He just left, and your elder brother is very busy when he takes over. If you want to quit, I will wait until I quit, otherwise I will have no face to see Sai Peng when I go underground. Dude."
Zhou Yinkun listened with a smile, nodded after listening, and put the wine glass back on the table, "So this is called toasting without eating fine wine." Pashan frowned suddenly, and was about to turn his head
to look at him, but he didn't think about it. The next moment, his head was suddenly pressed against the table by a force.
"Zhou Yinkun!" Zhou Yaohui's roar was too late to stop the muffled "puchi".
Before Pashan could open his mouth, a pair of black chopsticks were inserted from his temple and came out from the other temple. His head seemed to be strung on the chopsticks, and his eyes were wide open. No one expected that this would happen suddenly, the two sitting on the left and right of Pashan doing white business almost subconsciously left their seats, far away from Zhou Yinkun.
Zhou Yinkun picked up the glass of wine again, and slowly fell to the ground.
In the end, he stared at Zhou Yaohui and simply walked over.
"Brother, Uncle Pashan won't be able to manage planting in the future. It just so happens that someone at my place—" Zhou Yinkun stopped before he finished speaking.
In front of him was a dark muzzle.
The tall man in black who had been sitting next to Zhou Yaohui stood in front of Zhou Yaohui at this moment, confronting Zhou Yinkun.
Han Jinwen slammed the table, pulled out his gun and stood up: "Guess you are fucking crazy, aren't you?"