Xia Xue was furious, especially upon hearing Lin Feng's indifferent tone, which only fueled her anger.
"Captain Xia, since you've said Lei Bao has done nothing but evil, isn't it ridding the people of harm when I provoke him? Speaking of which, you should commend me!" Lin Feng teased.
Xia Xue was speechless. She truly admired Lin Feng's thought process, having the leisure to say such irrelevant things at a time like this. Was it possible this guy genuinely didn't grasp the gravity of the situation?
"Forget it, I'm taking people to stop Lei Bao now. You immediately find a place to hide and don't let him find you!" Xia Xue said quickly, then called Chu He and others to intervene.
However, Lin Feng didn't take the matter to heart at all, nor did he care how powerful Lei Bao might be. When he returned to the skewer shop with Su Duoduo, he found that Su Qingya was not there. Only Sun Xiqing and Zhang Cuihua were busy in the shop.
"Xiqing, where is classmate Qingya?" Lin Feng called Sun Xiqing over to ask.
"Brother Feng, I don't know where sister Qingya has gone either. I just arrived!" Sun Xiqing said, his attention suddenly shifting to Su Duoduo, a smile he couldn't conceal appearing on his face, "Brother Feng, this must be Duoduo, sister Qingya's cousin, right? Aunt Cuihua told me you're really beautiful!"
Su Duoduo was quite pleased with Sun Xiqing's compliment, but she couldn't compliment his appearance. He was fat and ugly, like a sentient gas tank.
"Aunt Cuihua, Brother Feng is asking where sister Qingya is. Do you know?" Sun Xiqing called Zhang Cuihua over.
"You're talking about Qingya? She went out to work. Old Man Zhang in the village passed away this morning, and they needed someone to hold a wreath. They offered a thousand yuan, so she went," Zhang Cuihua explained plainly.
Both Lin Feng and Su Duoduo wore peculiar expressions upon hearing this. Su Qingya was holding a wreath for someone? What kind of work wouldn't she take on? If it were a grown man doing such a job, it would be one thing, but for Su Qingya, a young girl, to do it for a thousand yuan seemed a bit too much.
Just as Lin Feng and Su Duoduo found it bizarre, Sun Xiqing secretly called Su Qingya, saying with a fawning smile, "Sister Qingya, do you still need someone to hold that wreath? I can do it for a thousand yuan too!"
"No, there isn't. But if you want to do it, I can ask about other jobs for you!" Su Qingya replied weakly.
"Okay, I'm also good at wailing. If the money is right, I can go with Old Man Zhang," Sun Xiqing chuckled. He was willing to do anything to earn money.
Lin Feng walked over and slapped Sun Xiqing on the back of the head. "Why are you everywhere? You're not short of money, so why are you getting involved in this?"
"Brother Feng, why are you hitting me? More money doesn't bite. I'm just thinking of earning a bit more. Besides, this job is so easy, it's like picking up money!" Sun Xiqing rubbed the back of his head innocently, completely unaware of what he had done wrong.
"You find the job too easy, huh? Fine, then you go help classmate Qingya hold the wreath!" Lin Feng said with a cold expression. He felt bad that Su Qingya, a young girl, was doing such work to earn money.
Sun Xiqing noticed Lin Feng was unhappy and tried to please him, "Brother Feng, don't be angry. I'll go help sister Qingya right now, and I'll give all the money I earn to sister."
"Then hurry up and go!" Lin Feng said, inquiring about Zhang Cuihua's address, and then took Sun Xiqing and Su Duoduo to find Su Qingya.
When they arrived at the village, before Lin Feng and his companions even entered, they saw white banners hanging at the entrance and wreaths lining both sides of the road. Most astonishingly, there were many luxury cars worth tens of millions parked along the roadside. Each car's license plate was a string of identical numbers, and many were from out of town.
"Auntie, who died here? Why is the turnout so grand?" Sun Xiqing curiously asked an old auntie sitting at the village entrance.
"Who?" The auntie's spirits immediately lifted, as if the deceased had a very significant background. She described with great animation, "Young man, let me tell you, the person who died is Zhang Wanzu, the ancestor of the Zhang family. He lived for over a hundred years, and his descendants are all outstanding individuals!"
"The eldest son is a high-ranking official!"
"The second son is a renowned medical expert!"
"The third son is the CEO of a listed company!"
"The youngest son has several gold stars on his shoulders and is said to command a region as a marshal!"
"No one in our village doesn't know the old Zhang family. They are truly respected figures! That's what you call a prominent family, truly remarkable!" The auntie trembled with excitement. After listening to her description, both Su Duoduo and Sun Xiqing were quite frightened. They had initially thought it was just an ordinary old man who had passed away, but now they saw that this old man was incredibly influential! No wonder they were willing to pay a thousand yuan to hire someone to hold a wreath; they clearly weren't short of money!
Lin Feng was also quite surprised. For such distinguished individuals to emerge from a small village, Old Man Zhang was truly adept at upbringing his children.
As the three were lost in their thoughts, the deafening sound of crying echoed from within the village. It was as if thousands of people were weeping in unison, their cries resonating throughout the sky.
In a short while, Lin Feng and the others saw Su Qingya and many men and women carrying wreaths approaching.
"Sister Qingya, let me do it. You take a break!" Sun Xiqing ran forward and snatched the wreath from Su Qingya's hand.
Su Qingya was still a bit dazed, wondering how Sun Xiqing and the others had found her.
"Classmate Qingya, in the future, don't do this kind of work, even if they pay you. What kind of girl holds a wreath for others!" Lin Feng pulled Su Qingya out of the crowd and admonished her with concern.
"I, I'm fine. Grandpa Zhang is a good person. Even if he didn't pay, I should still send him off on his final journey," Su Qingya bit her lip shyly, wondering if she was embarrassing Lin Feng.
"Why are you so silly? I don't know what to say to you!" Lin Feng pinched Su Qingya's cheek. He had initially wanted to scold her, but seeing her lovely appearance, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Sister, look how good Brother-in-law is to you. He rushed over as soon as he heard you were doing this kind of work. He cares about you so much! I'm so envious!" Su Duoduo said from the side.
Su Qingya felt an indescribable sense of happiness and sweetness upon hearing this.
"I, I won't do it again. I'm sorry for making you worry," Su Qingya said with a brilliant smile, her dimples particularly charming.
At this moment, the large contingent of the Zhang family also appeared in their sight. A procession of over a hundred people, Zhang Wanzu's sons personally carried the coffin, while his daughters led the mourning. Behind them were many socialites and mysterious figures accompanying them. The scene was grand, and the atmosphere solemn!
Sun Xiqing held the wreath and wailed loudly, "Oh, Grandpa Zhang, how could you leave us! Your life was so magnificent, nurturing the Zhang family's prodigies. You are a role model for our generation. We haven't had the chance to learn from you, and you've already left us. We can't bear to part with you!"
Sun Xiqing's wailing was incredibly loud and remarkably sudden! Everyone heard his cries and was taken aback. Even the Zhang siblings were confused.
"What's going on with this young man? Is he one of our Zhang family?" asked Zhang Fengshan, the eldest son.
"Big brother, this young man seems to be someone third brother invited to hold a wreath for our father!"
"I see. Then give him more money. What the young man said was very good and heartfelt." Zhang Fengshan nodded in understanding.
Thus, after receiving a reward from the host, Sun Xiqing wailed even more enthusiastically. Lin Feng and Su Qingya watched from the side, unsure what to say to Sun Xiqing. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was Sun Xiqing's own father who had passed away.