Huang Weiming's death seemed to be a small stone on the calm lake. It was a stone that stirred up thousands of waves, making the originally relatively silent political arena surging again. The old man of the Huang family gave the black hair. What was most unacceptable is that he did not even leave his body, only a can of crystal yellow sand. How could this not make people sad?

In Zhongnanhai, Chrysanthemum Hall, the old man of the Huang family had a gloomy face. On the desktop of the fiberglass, he slapped a can of yellow sand hard on it. The thin hourglass was not a bit bloody, no horror, nor did he leave any traces that Huang Weiming had left, but just fluttered little by little in the wind.

The old man of the Huang family hung his hand on the back of the sofa, his eyes were filled with indescribable anger and sadness. He pinched a cigarette with the other hand, but he didn't smoke. He wanted to put him beside his mouth, but he was not sure. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, his fingers trembled slightly, and the smoke rippled in the air one by one. He didn't even notice that the cigarette butt burned his fingers at the end.

No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, the old man of the Bai family, the old man of the Chen family, and Chen Zhengan, Chen Zhenkun were all there, and their eyes kept flowing, and they dared not look at the eyes of the old man of the Huang family. After seeing it inadvertently, they would quickly avoid it and look innocent.

The old man in the Huang family is much younger than the old man of the Bai family and the Chen family. At most, he is about the same as Mr. Wen. But now it seems that his wrinkled face, withered and empty eyes, and the black eye circles that seemed to have not fallen asleep for a long time, and his snow-white hair as white as silver threads all make people feel helpless and heartbroken.

The old man of the Huang family is a lament of fate. Destiny is in him, and reality shows a feeling of ruthlessness and sadness. The three major misfortunes in life can be said to be reflected in him. He lost his mother at a young age and his wife at a middle age. Until he was old, he lost his most beloved grandson. Anyone would be angry about such an experience.

Under the calm lake, there were endless waves and indescribable sadness in spring and autumn. Seeing that everyone was not talking, the old man in the Huang family looked cold and gently stroked the enamel clay pot containing his grandson. His shriveled palms were not visible at all, and the sadness at the corners of his eyes gradually flowed.

After a long time, he threw down the completely burnt cigarette butt in his hand and said, "You are talking, you are talking!"

No. 1 looked at No. 2. No. 2 crossed his hands without saying anything, No. 3's eyes dodged and did not dare to speak. The old man of the Bai family stood up helplessly, then walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently. His gray hair swayed in the wind, and his bright red Tang suit looked very dazzling.

"Old Huang, I..." The old man of the Bai family wanted to say something, but he choked up. He didn't know how to comfort the old man of the Huang family, and he didn't know how to deal with this matter.

The old man of the Huang family looked sharp and knocked the enamel clay pot on his hand heavily on the table, knocking it to pieces. He pointed at the old man of the Bai family with one hand trembling and said angrily: "Old Bai, just say what you have to do, how should this matter be solved? My grandson cannot die in vain. Although my Huang family cannot compare with your Bai family, it is not something that anyone can move as soon as they want!"

When No. 1 saw that the old man of the Huang family finally broke out, he complained secretly: It’s finally here, hey!

No. 2 also smiled bitterly, stood up, shook the tight suit on his body, brushed off the sand splashed on him, and comforted him: "Old Huang, we don't think about Weiming's affairs, but since things have happened, then you should be mourned! After all, people cannot be resurrected!"

He kept winking at No. 3, but No. 3 seemed to have not seen it and ignored it. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clean official to make a decision. Now this matter involves the Chen family, Huang family, and Bai family. All of these three families are political families, so he can only shut up.

Seeing that he did not respond, No. 2 came to the old man of the Huang family, helped him clean his messy hair, then patted his shoulder and said, "Old Huang, what do you want?"

The old man of the Huang family was furious and stood up suddenly, roaring at the old man of the Bai family: "What do I want? What do I want?" He laughed in anger and said: "The national laws are like mountains, aren't they all there? Is there any discussion on killing people and paying their lives, owing debts and paying their money?"

The old man of the Bai family stood in front of the window, looked at the beautiful snow outside, and sighed heavily. It was still at the intersection of spring and summer, but it started to snow. The weather in Kyoto became complicated, just as complicated as today's political dialogue. This heavy snow like goose feathers has not been to Kyoto for many years.

Looking at the silver-covered outside, the old man of the Bai family sighed and said, "How many years have it been, and it hasn't snowed in Kyoto? It's still the snow in June!!"

Everyone was confused by the statement of the old man of the Bai family. No. 1 and No. 2 also turned their eyes, stared at the snow outside the window in a daze, and said, "Yes, it's been more than ten years, it's been more than ten years. The sky in Kyoto hasn't snowed like this for more than ten years!"

The old man of the Bai family gradually retracted his eyes from the distance, turned around and came to the old man of the Huang family, and said lightly: "It is impossible to pay for his life!" The old man of the Bai family said in a faint language with a sense of authority and domineering aura that could not be touched. Then he shook his head and said: "Except for this, the rest, I will not frown if I have any compensation!"

Everyone knows that Bai Lei is the only descendant of the Bai family and will never be able to pay his life. The old man of the Bai family will never agree. This is the most difficult part. After all, the Bai family needs to be passed on alone. Huang Weiming is dead, and the Huang family has a descendant, but if Bai Lei dies, the Bai family will be cut off.

The old man from the Huang family smiled gloomy and stood up with great momentum. His white clothes were shining with the cold wind outside, and his clothes flew angrily: "I just want him to pay for his life, I don't want anything else. Even if I fight for the last soldier and soldier of my Huang family, I will have Bai Lei pay for his life. As for Chen Yuyang..."

Speaking of this, the old man of the Huang family looked at Chen Lingfeng who was sitting there and sighed again, and sat down. He didn't dare to touch Chen Lingfeng's methods, but Chen Yuyang played a very disgraceful role in this matter, so he had to make some requirements for the Chen family, whether it succeeds or not.

He gently stroked the yellow sand on the table, and he was extremely sad and said, "As for Chen Yuyang, he must come down from today's position, and the Heavenly Army must be disbanded. I want to give my dead grandson an explanation. After all, Chen Yuyang is a role in fueling the fire in this matter!"

When No. 1 heard this, he looked dazed and No. 2 was indifferent. The request of the old man in the Huang family was even more difficult than Bai Lei's life.

Chen Zhenkun couldn't help it, stood up, looked at the old man of the Huang family fiercely, and said, "This is impossible!" hf();
Chapter completed!