Chapter 629: Uncle, You’re Being Too Polite
Zhao Chuanchun may have passed away, but the flow of people coming to pay their respects at the memorial hall showed no sign of stopping. The garden, originally a modest size, now had a line extending over a hundred meters, and it was still growing.
Lin Fan sat under the shade of the trees, his eyes watching the steady stream of visitors. At this moment, Ru Long and Ru Feng had also donned mourning clothes and were kneeling in front of the incense burner, frequently bowing to the crowd of people, while Nie Yinghong, with swollen red eyes from crying, sat beside them on a chair. Her husband was gone, but thankfully, her children had been able to come home—sadness mingled with a small stroke of luck.
"Lin, the crematorium has been taken care of. They’ll clean out the furnace for us after work tonight, just to give County Magistrate Luan a cleaner send-off."
Due to Zhao Chuanchun’s arrival, the cremation had been delayed, but luckily Zhao Xiaozhuang had some clout. In Red Flag County, who didn’t know he was Zhao Chuanchun’s nephew? For the sake of the Demon Lord of Mayhem’s face, they were willing to give him some leeway.
"Alright, that’s great work. I appreciate it. Here’s some money for you and the brothers to enjoy yourselves."
Lin Fan handed over fifty thousand yuan to Zhao Xiaozhuang. Money talks; the men with him were all around helping out, which added a lot more life to the scene.
"Lin, I suddenly find myself really admiring you."
Stuffing the money into his pocket, Zhao Xiaozhuang looked at Lin Fan with a smile and said, "Everyone else fears my uncle and doesn’t dare to come pay their respects, but not only did you have the courage to show up, you also took care of Huo Ben’s men when they tried to stir up trouble, and even dealt with the people from the provincial investigative team. I’m starting to think you’ve got the stuff of heroes."