Chapter 68 Spring Breeze and White Moonlight

The next morning.

Farewell hall of Longhua Funeral Home in Hai City.

Memorial service for Chu Jincheng, Chairman of the Truman Group.

The mourning hall was solemn. The portrait of Shanghai businessman Chu Jincheng was quietly placed in the center of the hall. His face looked peaceful and tranquil, as if he had escaped from the troubles of this world and gone to another world.

On both sides of the portrait, there are mourning couplets with black characters on a white background.

First couplet: [The human palace loses its kindness]

Second line: [The celestial beings are kind and benevolent]

Horizontal banner: [Achievements will be passed down to future generations]

The mourning hall was filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets sent by well-known people from all walks of life in Hai and business friends. They came to mourn and express their regret and deep farewell for Chu Jincheng's unexpected death.

White flowers and black elegiac couplets were intertwined together, and the mourning hall was filled with wreaths, creating a solemn and dignified picture.

The Truman Group hired a famous symphony orchestra in Shanghai City at a large price to play funeral music on the spot, which was enough to show that the deceased Chu Jincheng was a prominent Shanghai businessman during his lifetime.

The air was filled with heavy and sorrowful music, as if even time had slowed down in this sad music.

Most of the prominent figures in Yihai attended the memorial service for Shanghai businessman Chu Jincheng. This shows that the Chu Group has strong influence and connections in Yihai City.

The filial son Chu Tiannan, dressed in mourning, knelt on the left side of the mourning hall.

The filial daughter-in-law Gu Keqing and the filial daughter Chu Yiren, dressed in mourning, knelt on the right side of the mourning hall.

The male relatives are on the left and the female relatives are on the right.

The filial son Chu Tiannan, the filial daughter-in-law Gu Keqing, and the filial daughter Chu Yiren, gave gifts to the people from all walks of life who came to pay their respects, and knelt down to return the gifts one by one.

Chu Yiren was seen kneeling for a long time, unable to get up, looking very haggard and tired. She knelt in the mourning hall of her deceased father, silently shedding tears. It can be seen that she is very filial.

Chu Yiren, who is experiencing the pain of losing her father and is deeply heartbroken, is very pitiful.

The funeral director said loudly, "Please welcome the next chief mourner, Mr. Zhou Zhongdang, a famous treasure appraiser in Hai City."

Lin Lang, wearing a black suit, supported his master Zhou Zhongdang and slowly walked into the mourning hall. They stopped in front of Chu Jincheng's portrait. Zhou Zhongdang's face was full of grief and respect.

Zhou Zhongdang stared at the portrait of his old friend Chu Jincheng and said with great sorrow: "Old Chu! How could you leave so suddenly?"

"The Shanghai business community has lost a leader. I hope your children can inherit your legacy, pass on your will and spirit, and inspire generations of Shanghai businessmen to move forward."

"I will always miss you, my old friend. May your soul be comforted in heaven!"

The attendant handed the incense to Lin Lang and Zhou Zhongdang respectively.

Under the guidance of the funeral director, Lin Lang and his master Zhou Zhongdang burned incense towards Chu Jincheng's portrait, and then bowed in greeting.

After the ceremony is completed.

The family members responded with greetings.

Chu Tiannan, a filial son, knelt on the left side of the mourning hall for a long time, performing the kneeling ceremony as a family member.

The filial daughter Chu Yiren and the filial daughter-in-law Gu Keqing, who were kneeling on the right side of the mourning hall, performed the kneeling ceremony as family members.

Lin Lang accompanied his master Zhou Zhongdang and approached the filial son Chu Tiannan.

Zhou Zhongdang comforted him, "My dear nephew, the dead cannot be brought back to life, you must be patient and accept the change!"

Chu Tiannan choked up and replied, "Uncle Zhou still had a bandage on the back of his hand to stop the bleeding after the infusion. He came to pay his respects to my father while he was in the hospital. I am very moved. Thank you Uncle Zhou for coming to see my father off."

Zhou Zhongdang said sadly: "The world is so unpredictable and fate is so unfortunate!"

"Looking back, I first met your father 20 years ago. At that time, your father was full of vigor and energy, and was already a leader among Shanghai businessmen. But now he has passed away and returned to the horizon."

Chu Tiannan burst into tears and sighed after hearing this.

Zhou Zhongdang continued, "Your father has stored several valuable calligraphy and paintings in our Treasure Pavilion. I will send someone to return them to the Chu residence in a few days."

Chu Tiannan replied: "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Zhou."

Lin Lang handed the golden and white envelope to Chu Tiannan with both hands, and said politely: "This is a little gift from our respected teacher. I feel sorry for you, my cousin-in-law!"

Chu Tiannan nodded slightly as a sign of greeting, took the white envelope of mourning money from Lin Lang, and handed it to the funeral staff.

The funeral staff walked aside, opened the white envelopes, counted the amount of the condolence money and wrote the gift account, which to put it simply is the gift money for the funeral.

In China, regardless of whether one is rich or poor, it is customary to give gifts at funerals.

"Master, please wait for me outside the mourning hall. I will have a few words with Miss Chu and Cousin Keqing to express my condolences."

Zhou Zhongdang replied with one word, "OK."

Chu Tiannan stood up to see the guest off and slowly escorted Zhou Zhongdang to the door of the mourning hall. The rule was that a filial son should not leave the mourning hall after seeing off a guest.

Lin Lang walked to the right side of the mourning hall and stopped in front of Chu Yiren and Gu Keqing.

Seeing Chu Yiren's haggard face, red eyes, and almost cracked lips, it was obvious that she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. Lin Lang felt so distressed.

Chu Yiren knelt in front of the mourning hall, looking at Lin Lang with tearful eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was overwhelmed by sadness and said nothing.

When two people are in love, a glance is enough, and everything is expressed without words.

Lin Lang couldn't say much in front of Gu Keqing, so he comforted her politely: "Please accept my condolences and don't be too sad. Sister Yiren, please take care of yourself!"

Chu Yiren nodded with tears in her eyes, and tears rolled down her beautiful little face.

"Sister Yiren, please accept my condolences!"

Lin Lang really wanted to stay with Chu Yiren and wipe away the tears from her face, but his identity was currently just an outsider. After nodding to Gu Keqing, he walked out of the mourning hall.

Because there were many guests paying their respects and time was limited, Lin Lang could not delay.

Then, the funeral director said loudly: "Please invite the next chief mourner, Mr. He Yuanchao, the deputy mayor of Hai City, to enter the mourning hall to pay tribute."

After walking out of the mourning hall, Lin Lang accompanied his master Zhou Zhongdang and slowly left the funeral home.

As the master and disciple walked to the funeral home parking lot, Lin Lang's cell phone vibrated.

The caller ID showed that it was the luggage manager of Haihai Auction.

"Master, please get in the car first. I'll take a call."

"Okay." Zhou Zhongdang got into the Audi A6.

Lin Lang answered the phone and said, "Hello~Manager Li!"

"Hello Mr. Lin!"

"I have good news for you!"

"The Imperial Green Jadeite rough stone that you entrusted our auction house to auction a few days ago was sold at the Haihai Summer Jewelry and Jade Auction held this morning by Mr. Li Ka Shing, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong, at a sky-high price of 6700 million Chinese Yuan."

"Our auction house charges a 10% commission. We have arranged for our financial staff to transfer the remaining 6030 million Chinese Yuan from the auction proceeds to you. It is expected to arrive within 2 hours. Please check it, Mr. Lin."

After hearing this, Lin Lang snapped his fingers and replied with a smile: "OK!"

"Mr. Lin, if you have any antiques or artworks to sell in the future, please remember to contact me at any time. I promise to be available at any time. I look forward to working with Mr. Lin again."

"Okay, Manager Li, see you later!"

"Goodbye, Mr. Lin!"

Lin Lang hung up the call, a smug look on his face.

At the turn of the millennium, the imperial full green jadeite rough stone cut by Lin Lang was auctioned for 6700 million Chinese yuan, which was a sky-high price at the time.

Although this piece of top-grade imperial green jadeite rough stone could easily be worth over 100 million yuan if collected for ten or eight years, the time cost was too high for Lin Lang.

After all, for Lin Lang, money makes money faster.

After auctioning off the Imperial Green Jadeite rough stone, Lin Lang received 6030 million Chinese Yuan in cash. He casually invested in the stock market for a day. With the help of the [Universal Item Prompt System], his daily profit was at least %, and within a few trading days, he could earn over million Yuan.

As of the closing of the stock market this morning, the funds in Lin Lang's stock account have reached 3105 million Chinese yuan due to Lin Lang's short-term operations to maximize his profits.

Every day when Lin Lang wakes up from a good sleep, he will have millions more Chinese yuan in his stock market account. He can make money just by lying down.

If the stock market hadn’t been closed tomorrow for the weekend, Lin Lang would have basically achieved his small goal of 100 million yuan in less than a week after traveling back to the millennium.

After Lin Lang hung up the phone.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. While fastening his seat belt, he asked, "Master, are we sending you back to the hospital to complete the discharge procedures now?"

"Should we just go home?"

Zhou Zhongdang replied, "We can just go home. Your master's wife will tell us about the discharge procedures, and the medical staff will take care of it."

"Okay Master."

Lin Lang started the Audi A6 sedan, turned on the turn signal, and slowly drove away from the Longhua Funeral Home in Longhai City.

Zhou Zhongdang had just attended the memorial service for his old friend Chu Jincheng and was in a very low mood. Looking at the scenery outside the car window, the master and disciple were silent all the way.

After returning to Zhou’s single-family villa.

"Hello, Mr. Lin!" Aunt Mei, the maid, came forward respectfully.

"Hello!" Lin Lang smiled politely.

"Master, are you being discharged from the hospital?" Aunt Mei, the maid, leaned over and took out a pair of slippers.

As soon as Zhou Zhongdang entered the house, he asked, "Where is the young lady?"

The maid Aunt Mei replied, "Miss just finished an interview with a reporter from Penguin Sports Channel this morning. She has nothing to do now and is playing the piano in the piano room!"

Zhou Zhongdang, who had just been discharged from the hospital after surgery, said weakly, "Alang, I am a little tired, so I went back to my room to rest. Mengyao is playing the piano in the piano room, go and play with her!"

"Master, I see you are not in a good mood today. If you are tired, go back to your room and take a nap."

Zhou Zhongdang looked at the maid Aunt Mei and ordered, "Alang is here today, add a few more dishes to lunch. I don't have much appetite at noon, so don't call me to eat."

"Yes, sir."

After Master Zhou Zhongdang returned to the house, Lin Lang walked along the spiral staircase to the piano room on the second floor of Zhou’s villa.

The melodious piano music became clearer and clearer with Lin Lang's footsteps.

Lin Lang stopped outside the piano room and saw Zhou Mengyao, who was dressed in a white dress as white as snow and had her long hair casually draped, but was incredibly beautiful. She was sitting upright on the piano stool, playing the piano gracefully.

The sunlight shines through the window of the piano room and falls on Zhou Mengyao, forming a beautiful halo that makes her look sacred and inviolable.

The visual sensation of the spring breeze blowing on his face made Lin Lang's heart beat fast.

No matter when, no matter how many years have passed, when Lin Lang sees his beautiful school classmate Zhou Mengyao, he is still as moved as when he first saw her.

What the fuck is white moonlight?

This is fucking white moonlight.

What does the white moonlight in school mean to a man?

When there is no contact, you think you have let it go.

As soon as she appears, everything and everyone around her will be eclipsed. This is the fucking white moonlight.

And the beautiful school beauty and classmate Zhou Mengyao is Lin Lang's white moonlight.