Ling Feiyu so perfunctory a few words. But it also made Ling Mingsheng very satisfied. What else can we do when we meet for the first time. It would be nice to make an impression.
Ling Feiyu really didn't expect that he could be a powerful man in Ling Mingsheng's heart.
Ling Mingsheng is now a deputy director in Mingguang street. But that's not a formal position. In fact, a good name, or a clerk.
Listen, Ling Mingsheng said some nonsense. Ling Feiyu followed the car in front of him. This is to the funeral home in Mucheng. It's not far from here. It's more than 30 miles.
Ling Feiyu and a little admire Ling Mingsheng. This guy is basically talking nonsense. But it's very vivid. Let people listen with relish. But when he thought about it, he realized that what he said was nonsense. Some well-known nonsense.
Mucheng funeral home is located on a small hill. The hill looks lonely.
"I depend on so many people." Ling Feiyu saw that the places where he could park were almost full. I can only park my car under this small hill more than 50 meters high. But it's more than three hundred meters on foot.
The funeral home is full of people. Of course, there are more people crying. There are five or six funerals today. I have to wait here.
"Before noon, the urn will be in the cemetery. So I'm in a hurry now. " Ling Mingsheng shook his head.
After getting out of the car, Ling Mingsheng followed Ling Feiyu all the time. Ling Feiyu saw a house behind here. The whirring sound of the wind and puffs of smoke filled the air. It's all over the place.
Ling Feiyu frowned and turned to leave. Ling Mingsheng followed him in a hurry. Out of the gate of the funeral home, the greening on both sides of the road is very good. If it wasn't for a hint, I thought it was coming to the garden.
"That green smoke was produced when diesel oil was processed. It's not from the incinerator. The flue gas from the incinerator should be treated. " Ling Mingsheng saw Ling Feiyu's frown. Of course, I know why.
"Well, I went to the car and waited. I don't want to take part in it. And bow or something Ling Feiyu said.
"She's an elder anyway. Bow to her... "Ling Mingsheng wants to leave an honest impression on Ling Feiyu. Actually, I don't want to mind my own business. It's not expensive to say that, and it's loud on the big table. It will not arouse Ling Feiyu's antipathy.
"Well, I bow to her. If there's no undead, it's OK. If so, she will be taken to prison. " Ling Feiyu shook his head with a smile. Ling Mingsheng didn't know why. But since Ling Feiyu said so, he can't continue to talk about this topic.
"Well, I'll go and chat with Mr. Ling." Ling Mingsheng said with a smile.
At this time, Ling Feiyu's call came to mind. It was Zhao Quan. Zhao Quan asked him to hurry to the gate of the funeral home. He and Ling Minghao are there.
"It can be anything." Ling Feiyu turned around and came back. Of course, Ling Mingsheng followed closely.
"There are a lot of people today. Feiyu, see if you can find someone to accommodate you. Otherwise, time may not be enough. " Lingminghao a face anxious to lingfeiyu road.
"I don't know anyone in this funeral home." Ling Feiyu can't laugh or cry.
"Don't you know the people in the county. Just call them. " Ling Yuhai wears hemp, wears filial piety and holds the portrait.
There were two other people around to help him. This is called helping filial son. That's what it means. Ling Yuhai is not sad at all. Let alone sad to need people to support.
Ling Feiyu rolled his eyes. I'm very angry. But I don't want to deal with it. There's something about wasting time. I can only feel my cell phone. But this feeling of being arranged made Ling Feiyu very uncomfortable.
Ling Feiyu can only call Secretary Zhou of Hanshan township. Not to mention that county magistrate Zhang was transferred, he was not. I can't trouble county magistrate Zhang because of this small matter.
"Ah, that's the thing. I'll call you and let you know Secretary Zhou was also surprised. But I agreed.
Ling Feiyu hung up and waited for Secretary Zhou's reply. As soon as he put away his mobile phone, Ling Yuhai asked anxiously, "what's up? How long will it take? "
Of course, Ling Yuhai was worried. He thought it would be better now. He's so good to hang out with Zhao Xiaoping.
Ling Yuhai is very proud. Quietly and Zhao Xiaoping hook up, and no one knows.
Of course, Ling Yuhai is very good at calculating. When I was fooling around with Zhao Xiaoping, what I said was very sweet. But how could he marry Zhao Xiaoping. He is a man of great prospects.
When we're done here. He's going to work in a hotel in Quancheng. I'll find a beautiful woman there to be my wife. Of course, it's good to come back and fool around with Zhao Xiaoping when you think of it.
"What's your hurry? Wait honestly Ling Feiyu turned his mouth.
Not a minute later, Secretary Zhou's phone call came in. Tell Ling Feiyu that the matter has been settled. The director of the funeral home immediately came out to find Ling Feiyu.
"Well, that's what happened." Ling Feiyu frowned.
He was not very happy in his heart. But Ling Mingsheng on one side was very excited. Ling Feiyu a phone call, can let Zhou Secretary to handle this matter. That's what he wanted to transfer. That is what Ling Feiyu said to Secretary Zhou.
In two or three minutes, a middle-aged man came out in a hurry. Looking at Ling Feiyu, he asked carefully, "which one is Ling Feiyu, Mr. Ling?"
"Curator Wang, right? I am Ling Feiyu. " Ling Feiyu's yibaokundo.
"Well, hello. Secretary Zhou told me about it. " Wang Guanchang smiles and embraces his fist like Ling Feiyu.
Ling Feiyu's boxing ceremony is like running clouds and flowing water. It makes people look very natural and unrestrained and has a pleasant feeling. It makes people feel that this boy has used such etiquette since he was a child.
As for president Wang's boxing, we can't see that.
"Thank you. So what? You go with me. Curator Wang will arrange things. " Ling Feiyu waved his hand.
Curator Wang and Ling Feiyu were polite for a while. This just took Ling Minghao and they went in. Zhao Quan can only follow helplessly.
Zhao Quan didn't follow Ling Yuyan. Then he will have to ask more about things here. Ling Yuyan knows that Zhao Quan cares about her baby. I can only stay in Quancheng and wait for the first seven days to come back.
"Mr. Ling has a good relationship with Secretary Zhou." Ling Mingsheng said with a smile. At this time, he followed Ling Feiyu to the car.
"Not bad." Ling Feiyu sat in the driver's seat, took out his mobile phone and was ready to speak to Zhang Mingyue.