The front of the building of Li's Heavy Industry was brightly lit, and ordinary employees who didn't know the truth were hurriedly walking around in the hall on the ground floor holding documents, each busy with their tasks.
"Master Li!"
"Consultant Li."
"Manager Li."
Various titles rang out as the young man entered, and Li Longyuan nodded in response, walked into the security-blocked elevator in the corner of the hall, and then pressed the button for the ninety-ninth floor.
The sound of the wire rope dragging can be vaguely heard, and the elevator begins to rise in a straight line with a terrifying acceleration. The feeling of overweight will increase the pressure on ordinary people's body organs and reduce the blood flow rate, similar to the effect in the realm of origin and birth.
But Li Yongyuan's face was expressionless and his figure was straight.
When the elevator door opened again, there was a peaceful sea of clouds in front of him, as well as a magnificent palace complex not far away. When he stepped out, the elevator fell into the sea of clouds and disappeared.
All the orthodox people who were busy here did not have time to put on sackcloth, but they all tied a white belt between their foreheads to express their condolences and walked with heavy steps.
It can be said that all of them grew up under the care of Li Chengqian.
Orthodoxy has a long history, but it is too far away after all.
Li Chengqian was a living fossil in their eyes, an existence that stood erect among the mountains like an eternal green pine. Although his face was very old and his back was already very stooped, the light that occasionally opened and closed in his cloudy eyes could still shock the entire audience.
No one dared to treat the head of the family, who had long passed his prime, as an ordinary old man. He had never even used a ventilator, and he had never been so weak that he had to lie in a hospital bed for a day. Even the place where he stayed was time. The Nibelungs that stopped flowing.
Leaving only a posthumous edict, he lay in the Tai Chi Hall and passed away. The two black and white stones on the chessboard were still strangled, with no winner or loser. Too sudden and too shocking. There is no other explanation other than violent illness.
The Tai Chi Hall where people often enter is now full of people. At the front are three family elders of different shapes and sizes who have fought against each other before. Li Tu, Li Xuan, Li Bi.
In the middle are the current head of the branch family, Si Yun, a beautiful woman in her thirties who wears a slim skirt, Zhou Gu, an old farmer in coarse linen clothes, and Zhao Cheng, who is in a suit and leather shoes.
At the back was a group of elites from the older and younger generations of the orthodox branch families. They bowed in dismay when they saw Li Longyuan walking slowly.
"Master!"
They all shouted in unison. At least on the surface, no one dared to question the fact that Li Longyuan accepted Li Chengqian's will and became the orthodox sixty-third generation head of the family.
The young man seemed to have heard nothing, and just looked at the cold coffin in the main hall. There was no seal, and inside lay an old man with a jade hairpin in his hair and wearing a Taoist robe.
He closed his eyes peacefully, and except for the lack of breathing, he looked exactly like a kindly old man who had fallen asleep.
When everyone saw Li Longyuan's eyes focused on the old patriarch, even the elderly patriarch couldn't help but get red in the eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
Li Longyuan stepped forward, looked at the old man sleeping with his eyes closed, and asked the people around him calmly.
"No illness, no disaster. Death at the end of life is a joy and loss. What is there to cry about?"
The young man patted the coffin gently, took a last deep look at his grandfather lying in the coffin, turned around suddenly, and only waved his hand.
"Seal the coffin!"
The coffin board was pressed up, and the sound of hammering nails accompanied by low sobs echoed in the main hall hung with plain white soul flags. Among them, Li Fuling, who was dressed in white linen and linen clothes, had eyes as swollen as red peaches.
She and Li Longyuan had grown up under Li Chengqian's knees and were raised by him personally.
Compared with Li Longyuan, who will take on big responsibilities in the future and therefore has stricter requirements in all aspects, Li Chengqian's kind side was shown to his cousin Li Fuling, who was also the apple of his eye who grew up under the care of the old man.
Shortly after Li Fuling was born, her parents died in an accident. In her heart, only Li Longyuan and Li Chengqian were her family members.
Now that her beloved elder has passed away, Li Fuling no longer has anyone to serve under her knees.
She originally thought that if Li Longyuan failed to hold up the scene, then she would stand up and hold up the scene for her brother.
But until now, the scene of sudden revolt that Li Fuling imagined had not appeared, and everything was operating as normal.
She raised her head and looked at Li Longyuan. The young man's slender body stood in front of the coffin, his face expressionless, and there were no glistening tears in his eyes. Instead, an indifferent gaze came out, scanning the expressions and attitudes of everyone in the hall, overwhelming them. Don't dare not bow your head.
Unknowingly, he has become a qualified family head, and understands that happiness and anger cannot be expressed in form, and understands that kindness and power come from above. He is no longer the little doughy boy who was hiding behind his back and crying because his grandpa spanked him.
"This man has passed away, but the living are like this. You don't need to be too sad." Li Longyuan, with a gloomy face, raised his head and said.
"After all, whether you are crying or fussing, whether you are sad or in pain, you can only forgive yourself. The dead cannot be heard, seen, or come back."
"According to the rules, after the death of each family head, the respected elders of the family will read a written memorial in front of the tombstone to convey the message to heaven and earth, recall the main experiences of the deceased during his lifetime, praise his moral performance, express his grief, and express his sorrow. To inspire the living to work hard. It is also called to seal the coffin."
"But the master of the family once said in his last edict that he would not erect a monument or pass down a biography, and the ceremony would be simple, so he would be buried in this cloud pond. The traditional sacrificial rituals such as fasting to the sky, offering sacrifices to the soil, sprinkling it, reciting sacrificial texts, repenting, and making offerings are all. There is no way to start." Li Longyuan's voice was calm, but it caused the eyes of everyone below to change.
Who is this newly appointed head of the family planning to burn?
"So I plan to use another way to lay the foundation for my grandfather's life. I would like to ask all the elders of the orthodox clan to tell his life experiences and their own subjective evaluations fairly and impartially in front of the coffin of the old family leader. This will also help our little ones. This generation intuitively understands what kind of person the deceased old family leader was?"
As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar. The elders looked at each other in fear. If they said something bad or wrong, it would be disrespectful to the head of the family.
In particular, the eyes of several clan elders changed, and they wanted to stop them, but were stopped by Li Longyuan with a wave of his hand.
"In ancient times, the emperor still set up a censor's desk to prevent the censor from being punished for his words. How can the Li family, who is just an orthodox person, not have a mind that can tolerate criticism. I only want you to evaluate it as fair and just as the historian. I will let you know Say the part you understand completely.”
"Then I'll start the conversation first."
Zhou Gu, who was like an old farmer, handed over his hand and spoke only after receiving permission from Li Longyuan.
"In someone's eyes, the old master is as far-sighted as Wu Hou. Every time he makes a move on a small chessboard, he wins the power of the world.
I was also the first to follow him in business, and watched him step by step bring the secluded orthodoxy into the ever-changing modern society.
The head of the old family has a very keen eye. For every industry, he can often detect the upper limit of its potential when it is still in its infancy. In his hands, the stock market, which should have been a loser nine times out of ten, became a steady stream of profits. The daunting financial leverage was often the key to leveraging his huge wealth.
If we talk about personal bravery alone, I regret that I did not meet the old master of the family in his youth. But when it comes to dexterity and resourcefulness, he is far behind. "
Zhou Gu recalled the time when Shengtang Group came into existence from scratch, and couldn't help but feel deeply that this was the creation of a real business empire.
He had an intuition that even without the help of orthodoxy, Li Chengqian's wisdom could spread his tentacles to every corner of society through the continuous explosive accumulation of wealth and capital, and through the huge financial system.
