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Chapter 1071: One Night of Candlelight

"Xiao Chuan (little brother), don't be sad!" Yu Xiang and Zeng Hong and Zeng Xia comforted Huang Xiao Chuan together, trying to pull him up from the ground.

Zeng Jiahua also came to the side of the grandmother and grandson. "Xiao Chuan, I know you're sad. Don't be like this. If you are, your grandmother will be unhappy. Be good!"

Huang Xiaochuan reluctantly let go, and his family members rushed forward to carry his grandmother into the living room, where people were already setting up the mourning hall.

The monks and Taoist priests, who had been preparing for a long time, began to perform the ritual, which is a local custom.

After resting for a while in his grandmother's bedroom, his uncle Zeng Jiahua came to discuss it with him.

"Xiao Chuan, your maternal grandmother told me before she passed away that she wanted to be buried with your maternal great-uncle (maternal grandfather). I wanted to tell you that."

Huang Xiaochuan's voice was a little hoarse: "Uncle, I have no objection to the matter of my aunt and uncle. You can make the arrangements!"

Huang Xiaochuan knew about what Zeng Jiahua was talking about. When his maternal grandmother was still alive, Huang Xiaochuan's maternal grandfather's grave was moved to the mountain behind Guangfu Temple in Tanghe Mountain. Huang Xiaochuan bought the land and converted it into a private cemetery.

My grandmother even went to see the land back then and was very satisfied.

Zeng Jiahua patted his nephew on the shoulder, sighed, and went out. Huang Xiaochuan sat alone in his grandmother's bedroom, looking dazed.

That night, apart from the children, the three Huang brothers and the two Zeng sisters accompanied their parents to keep vigil for their maternal grandmother.

By the time the morning sun shone through the pink wall on the east side of Huyin Garden the next day, the candles in the mourning hall had been burning for most of the night.

Huang Xiaochuan knelt at the front, the straw mat under his knees had been pressed into two deep dents, and he hadn't slept a wink all night.

At this moment, Yu Xiang came over with a glass of warm water, squatted down next to him, and put the glass in his hand.

"Go lie down for a while." Yu Xiang's voice was a little hoarse because she hadn't slept all night.

Huang Xiaochuan held his teacup and shook his head.

Seeing this, Yu Xiang didn't try to persuade him anymore. She knew the relationship between the man and his grandmother. After staying with the man for a while, she got up and retreated to the back.

As dawn broke, people arrived after receiving the news. Needless to say, this was Gao Song who had personally notified them.

When the first car stopped at the entrance of Huyin Garden, Tang Jianhua, who was in charge of reception, quickly went to greet it.

The car door opened, and Jiang Bixing stepped out.

The head of the Times Retail Group was wearing a dark suit with a small white flower pinned to his chest.

Although he was over forty, he maintained a good physique and walked with a brisk pace, but at this moment he slowed his steps, as two entourage members who got out of a van behind him carried a large flower basket.

"President Jiang!" Tang Jianhua greeted him.

"Brother-in-law!" Jiang Bixing was very familiar with him. The two shook hands, but didn't say much. Jiang Bixing simply asked, "Where is the chairman?"

Tang Jianhua pointed to the garden: "They've been kneeling in there all night."

Jiang Bixing nodded and walked slowly inside, passing through the long corridor, the artificial hill and fish pond, and the winding bridge. He saw Huang Xiaochuan kneeling inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Bixing walked into the mourning hall and respectfully kowtowed three times to his grandmother's portrait.

Huang Xiaochuan returned the gift according to custom.

"Old Chiang, you've come too!"

Seeing that Huang Xiaochuan looked somewhat haggard, Jiang Bixing advised, "Please accept my condolences!" He knew that at this moment, there was no need to say anything more.

Not long after Jiang Bixing got up, someone else arrived. Cao Charlie arrived quickly. The president of Hong Kong Avenue Group was wearing a dark gray suit hand-stitched by a British tailor, and his face was solemn.

He didn't come alone; he was accompanied by dozens of general managers and CEOs from various listed companies controlled by the Dadao Group.

In addition, there were some attendants, who were mostly carrying flower baskets and incense sticks.

Cao Charlie knelt down in front of the mourning hall, kowtowed three times, and then lit three incense sticks, respectfully placing them into the incense burner.

Then he respectfully said to Huang Xiaochuan, "Mr. Huang, please accept my condolences!"

Huang Xiaochuan nodded: "Charlie, that's thoughtful of you!"

Then all the executives stepped forward to pay their respects.

They were deeply shocked that their boss owned such a large private garden on the shores of Taihu Lake. If they hadn't come to pay their respects, they would have loved to stroll through this beautiful garden.

After that, more and more people came to pay their respects.

Zhang Sui followed closely behind Huang Xiaochuan back. She felt something was wrong at the time and asked Gao Song privately. Luckily she did ask, otherwise she wouldn't have made it here in time.

She stayed in Suzhou last night and arrived early this morning.

She was dressed in a black suit, and her makeup was impeccable.

I stood in front of the mourning hall for a long time and bowed deeply three times.

"Boss, please accept my condolences!"

Huang Xiaochuan looked at her and said, "Thank you!"

Zhang Sui nodded, then stepped aside and stood with Cao Charlie and Jiang Bixing.

He followed Zhang Sui's example and bowed three times respectfully in front of his grandmother's portrait.

"David?"

"I'm also very sad. I've been through the same thing. I hope you can get over your grief soon," he comforted his business partner.

Huang Xiaochuan nodded: "Thank you!"

Around noon, Zhang Xiangguang arrived. The founder and CEO of Soso.com, China's largest internet giant, was wearing a dark casual suit without a tie. After bowing, he walked up to Huang Xiaochuan.

"Ogawa, my condolences!"

In just one morning, hundreds of people came to pay their respects, keeping Tang Jianhua and Huo Miao extremely busy.

As lunchtime approached, Huang Xiaochuan asked Tang Jianhua, "Brother-in-law, I'd appreciate it if you could arrange lunch for our guests."

Tang Jianhua said confidently, "Don't worry, I've already made all the arrangements. Besides, the clubhouse is ready. I had the ingredients prepared yesterday, and I also brought in a lot of chefs and waiters from nearby restaurants."

Huang Xiaochuan knew that Tang Jianhua wasn't bragging. Having run a restaurant for so many years, he was extremely adept at handling these kinds of welcoming and sending-off receptions.

Tang Jianhua then asked with concern, "Xiao Chuan, I got you some food. You haven't eaten anything since last night until this morning. There are still two days left. You can't hold on if you don't eat."

Huang Xiaochuan nodded: "Okay, I'll go eat in a bit."

After Tang Jianhua left, several waitresses arrived quickly, each carrying a food box, and skillfully set up a table in the west wing.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaochuan called out to his parents, uncle, and aunt: "Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt, why don't you all go get something to eat? I'll go after you've finished eating."

Uncle Zeng Jiahua shook his head and urged his nephew, "Xiao Chuan, you take your parents and aunt first. I'll stay here and wait for you to finish eating before I come back to relieve you. You haven't eaten last night or this morning, so you should go quickly."

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