"It's just a very ordinary day!" Lin Yumeng also looked confused.
"It's coming from the northwest of Tenggui City. Go and have a look." After Peng Zhan finished speaking, he immediately leaned over and picked up Han Rubing, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze.
Han Rubing was very cooperative. As soon as Peng Zhan stretched out his hand, she consciously lay on Peng Zhan's back, and the group walked quickly towards Teng Guicheng.
Over Tenggui City, dozens of planes formed a square formation, flying slowly over the city, scattering exquisitely crafted underworld coins as they flew.
They are like fallen leaves, flying everywhere in the air with the breeze.
While the coins were being scattered, low-pitched sad music was also played on the plane, casting a thick layer of sadness over the entire city.
This is originally a very disgusting behavior. Just imagine, if a dead person in a certain family scatters ghost coins on other people's roofs and yards, how can other people just let it go?
But the people of Tengguicheng were uncharacteristically, they chased the planes that scattered the coins in groups.
When the plane passed over their roof, they would even shout in eager voices: "Drive slower, throw faster."
The reason why these people are so crazy is because the ghost coins scattered are mixed with a large number of lottery tickets and vouchers.
For most people, Haotian Group's vouchers are even more useful than cash in a sense, because many products of Haotian Group can only be redeemed with vouchers.
The winning rate of those lottery tickets is as high as 50%. The highest prize is a set of smart homes. It is said that there are fifty sets in total. As for the number of mobile phones and printers, there are hundreds or even thousands.
It is said that pie does not fall from the sky, but now it is worth tens of thousands of things. How can those ordinary people who are always greedy for petty gains not go crazy about it?
Not only do they not object to Haotian Group's behavior, but once someone objects and says that their behavior brings an unlucky atmosphere to the entire city or creates garbage, they will immediately be attacked by others.
In the face of real money, the old stubborn no longer believes in superstition.
In addition to the sky, the ground was also covered in white flowers, like a huge wave, sweeping in from the exit of the highway. There were thousands of them, all wearing sackcloth and mourning, and occasionally some were holding flags.
A black coffin was in front of the procession, moving at a tortoise speed. Every time they walked a certain distance, they would stop. A Taoist priest stood at the front, raising his arms and shouting: "Second Master Yan, we will take you back." Home!”
Then there was a loud sound of gongs, drums and suonas, mixed with the wailing of some people.
There were more than a dozen people holding Hao Yan's portrait high and waving it vigorously in the air, a bit like fans waving idol posters at a concert.
The relevant departments that usually charge fees when setting up a stall naturally do not allow this kind of phenomenon that disrupts the normal order of society, and they want to stop it aggressively.
However, the people of the Haotian Group were too generous, and a few thick red envelopes were given to them, which made them nod and bow. Even when they stopped to shout, they unconsciously followed them a few times.
Behind the hearse was a black convertible sports car. Haoyuan, who was wearing a black suit, stood side by side with a young woman also wearing black clothes.
Haoyuan's face was expressionless, like a sculpture. When the team stopped, he looked at the onlookers with sharp eyes, full of contempt and sympathy, as if they were the ones who had lost their loved ones.
But the young woman had a sad look on her face. She leaned her head slightly on Haoyuan's shoulder. When the team stopped and the sound of wailing sounded, she couldn't help but cover her face and cry.
She is Hao Yu, the youngest daughter of Haotian. Because she couldn't stand the infighting between Hao Yuan and Hao Yan, she chose to live abroad. After receiving the news of Hao Yan's death, she hurried back.
Peng Zhan saw this sad team from a distance and was moved by the friendship between the Hao brothers.
But when he saw the ordinary people chasing the plane, excitedly waving lottery tickets and vouchers in their hands, this feeling immediately disappeared.
"Do all the Hao brothers like to spend money so much?" Peng Zhan looked at the excited crowd and couldn't help but whisper.
"Peng Zhan, you are wrong. Haoyuan is taking advantage of this opportunity to make business plans. This guy is really ruthless. For the sake of marketing, he will not even let go of his brother's funeral." Lin Yumeng said with a solemn face.
