Boss Chen nodded and then walked out of the yard.

At this time, Chen Xingran was preparing for tomorrow's offering to mourn grandfather in the old house. Xia Surou did not return to the old house. She was in the countryside for the first time and was very novel about everything. She was holding a camera and enjoying the pleasant scenery of the countryside in the terraces in the back mountain.

Just after Chen Xingran folded all the yellow paper, a knock came from the door.

Chen Xingran opened the door and met Boss Chen.

"Uncle Chen, is there anything wrong?"

"Xingran, don't you invite me to sit in the house?"

Chen Xingran said directly: "It's inconvenient."

Boss Chen's face suddenly became a little unfair. Chen Xingran was not giving face, and his tone became a little cold: "I'm here to bring you a word. It takes 50 million yuan to repair the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall. Before tomorrow, you can send the money."

"I won't give it to you?"

"Don't you give it?" Boss Chen laughed dryly, then snorted: "Then your grandfather's reputation will be ruined!"

Chen Xingran immediately raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"I mean 50 million to keep your grandfather's reputation now! It's that simple. If I can't see the money before tomorrow, you can just wait for you and your grandfather to be ruined tomorrow!"

After Boss Chen finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"When my grandfather was alive, he practiced medicine and helped countless people. Even if he died, he would save people and die. He had never done anything wrong, and he was worthy of heaven and earth. He wanted to ruin his reputation, unless he turned black and white! Otherwise, it would be impossible!"

Although Chen Xingran didn't think that Chen could cause any storm, tomorrow was the grandfather's death day after all, and Chen Xingran did not allow the Chen clan members to make trouble.

Chen Xingran called Brother Scar and asked Brother Scar to bring some people here tomorrow in case of emergency.

at the same time.

By the Bali River.

A young man walked to the river with the company of a driver.

The young man looked at the Bali River that crossed Chenjia Village, and it seemed that he had returned to the dusk eight years ago.

Ruthless flood!

I cried helplessly!

And the warm palm of the old man!

If the old man named Chen Shuisheng had not been lifted to the shore that day, the young man might have been dead.

"Uncle Li, are you ready for tomorrow's worship?"

The driver nodded and said, "Everything is ready. The head of Tangshishi was originally planning to come and attend together, but there was an emergency meeting in the province and tomorrow's worship."

"It's fine if my dad comes or not. I will preside over the worship of the benefactor tomorrow. I haven't come to worship my benefactor for several years. This year must be more grand."

"Shencheng, you still have a chance later, we should leave."

This young man named Tang Shancheng is the child that Grandpa Chen Xingran used his last efforts to save eight years ago.

The Tang family reached its peak six years ago. After becoming famous, the Tang family also wanted to repay Chen Xingran, but Chen Xingran, who was still in high school, refused all donations.

Therefore, the Tang family never took the initiative to contact Chen Xingran again, and Chen Xingran didn't know what happened to the people his grandfather saved.
Chapter completed!