Chapter 437: Zhang Suyun dies

Xu Lu lightly rotated the pen in her hand with a smile, 'Boss, you shouldn't be telling me about these things!'

The less you know about trying to conquer a country, or even several countries, the better.

Han Songlin's mouth curled up in a smile: 'If I don't tell you, who else can I tell? Apart from you, I can't even find one person I want to discuss this with.'

Han Songlin and Xu Lu's relationship is not just that of superior and subordinate, boss and employee. They are also friends and partners in business.

Xu Lu: 'Boss, in the future, you'd better not talk about this kind of thing in any public place. If people find out about these behind-the-scenes things, Fuxing Industries will definitely lose the Southeast Asian market.'

Compared to the money made in the financial market at one time, if Lucky Star Industries loses the Southeast Asian market, no, it should be said that the entire Xinghai Group will lose the Southeast Asian market.

Even other companies in China will feel resentment.

The loss is too great and completely unacceptable.

It is true that finance is very profitable, but for the Xinghai Group, industry is fundamental.

Han Songlin nodded solemnly: 'Don't worry, not many people know about this, and they are all trustworthy people!'

After returning, I must remind Liu Yang and Tang Yan.

As for Zhu Xiangping, there is no need to worry. As Han Songlin's secretary, Zhu Xiangping is absolutely trustworthy!

Han Songlin and Xu Lu introduced the current situation in Southeast Asia and what he was going to do.

There is not much for Fule Wine to do, just cooperate with the release of the financial report to push the stock price up.

And it's really not a big problem to make the financial report look good.

The net profit of Fule Wine Industry is low this year, and to a large extent, this is because Fule Wine Industry has made a lot of external investments, such as the billion-dollar investment in Jiangzhong.

Fule Wine Industry's primary purpose of this IPO is to develop the Fule Hotel business, as well as the aquaculture and food businesses.

Han Songlin and Xu Lu talked for a long time, and Xu Lu will find a suitable time to go to Xiangjiang after the New Year.

In addition, before, Fule Wine Industry also sought the help of a securities company for IPO counselling and the like. Now that it is going to be listed in Hong Kong, a lot of things will have to be done again.

However, the problems are not major.

After all, the sponsor that Fule Wine Industry has chosen not only has business in the mainland, but also in Hong Kong.

Han Songlin next went to the music room, where, apart from the usual socialising, he made phone calls.

He called on everyone to wish them a happy new year!

Even if you can't be there in person, a phone call to wish someone a happy new year is always appreciated.

When Han Songlin called Liu Teng, Liu Teng expressed support for Han Songlin's plan to get Fule Wine Industry listed in Hong Kong.

In addition, he said he would help.

Compared to Han Songlin's limited social connections, Liu Teng has many connections from his years in the financial industry.

Han Songlin naturally expressed his gratitude.

During the entire Spring Festival, just like in previous years, there was nothing much to talk about.

But when Han Songlin and his family were about to return to Zhongshan, something happened.

Zhang Suyun fell ill!

The illness came like a landslide. At first, they thought it was just a common cold, so they gave her some medicine and told her to rest.

But they never expected that she would be unable to get out of bed that night.

The best doctor in the county was called in, but the results were not good.

Early the next morning, Zhang Suyun said, 'Songlin, I want to go back to the old house in the countryside!'

'Mom...'

Han Songlin looked at Zhang Suyun lying on the bed. He knew that Zhang Suyun felt something.

Before the elderly people died, they could vaguely feel that their lives were coming to an end.

Liu Yuyan gently took Han Songlin's hand, her tone tinged with sadness, 'I'll go and ask someone to clean out the old house.'

'Go!'

'Mom, Yuyan is going to clean up the old house, we'll be right back.' Han Songlin held back his tears as he gently shook the bony hand of Zhang Suyun, afraid that he might hurt her.

'Well, I want to die at home, otherwise I won't be able to light incense for the ancestors!'

According to Han Songlin's family customs, if someone dies outside the home, they cannot be worshipped in the ancestral shrine in the main hall.

They can only be worshipped outside the home.

In other words, it is commonly known as not being able to offer incense.

Han Songlin: 'Songcai, you go back and help, I'll take Mum and be right back.'

Han Songlin could not refuse the old man's last wish.

Everything seemed to be a scene from his childhood memories. In the room at the back of the main hall, this was the room where Zhang Suyun used to live.

Han Ze's mother brought Han Ze to see Zhang Suyun off for the last time. Zhang Suyun asked He Hui to give Han Ze some candy to eat.

Han Songlin and Han Songcai sat by the bed, quietly watching everything that was happening before them.

At this moment, Han Songlin suddenly remembered a lot, and he couldn't tell whether it was a memory or reality.

Zhang Suyun was gone. On the night of returning to the old house, she closed her eyes, with nostalgia, with contentment, with a smile, and left.

The mourning banners that had been prepared earlier were hung, and a white cloth was draped over Han Songlin's head.

The village elders came over to help guide the funeral proceedings.

The Taoist priest had already been invited.

'Songlin, I'm sorry for your loss!'

Han Songlin took a deep breath and said to Deng Yingshou, 'I'm fine, it's only natural for people to be born, grow old, fall ill and die! It's just that it feels so sudden.'

Deng Yingshou patted Han Songlin on the shoulder and bowed to the coffin.

The most tiring thing for Han Songlin during the whole funeral was that he and Han Songcai were unable to sleep.

They couldn't sleep until after the burial.

Of course, a little nap was still possible.

Zhang Suyun's grave had already been built a long time ago.

It was built next to their father's.

The burial was held!

There wasn't much Han Songlin could do at this point, except pay for these vain things to be done properly.

He hoped that after death, people could really go to the underworld!

When the wake began, many people came, the Han family's relatives and friends, and basically the whole village.

Even Zhang Menglan and Zhang Ju, who were far away in Hujian, returned.

'Why did you come back!'

Zhang Menglan said, 'Your mother is also my aunt!'

Han Songlin opened his mouth, and it eventually turned into a sigh, 'Thank you!'

He slowly covered the coffin with a shovelful of soil, then began to seal the earth with stones.

Han Songlin did not say anything to Zhang Suyun about any good burial objects, and if there were any gold or silver jewellery among the burial objects, the grave would be dug up the next day.

So, Han Songlin put nothing in.

Rest in peace, and don't let anyone disturb you.

After a big feast, the whole funeral was over.

What remains is the burning of the seventh day.

After the first seven days, Liu Yuyan took the children back to Jiangzhong, and Han Ting had to go back to school.

It was already a few days late, and they couldn't wait any longer.

Han Yumeng and Han Yufei also had to go to kindergarten.

After the seventh day is over, people should also forget the sadness of their loved ones' deaths and return to normal life.