159: C159 With Xiao Qiao in Hand There Was Nothing to Worry about

C159 With Xiao Qiao in Hand There Was Nothing to Worry about

Qiao Xinxian took the phone and looked at it. His face relaxed a little. "The woman on it was when Aunt Faang was young?"

A man who was already an adult, even after twenty years, would not change. Qiao Xinxian had been with Aunt Faang for some time. How could he not recognize her?

Before Liang Ye could nod, he enlarged the picture and looked at the man on it carefully.

This glance made Qiao Xinxian raise his eyebrows. He seemed to be deep in thought. "I seem to have seen this man before. He looks a little familiar."

Liang Ye laughed. "Really? This man is only four or five years old, right? The country is different! "

" But this isn't China. Didn't you notice that there's a yellow pentagram symbol on the house with this background? " Qiao Xinxian said again, "The flag of Moxie is the star. Could this be the Moxie Country?"

"Er..."

Liang Ye did not really understand. She looked carefully and really could not see anything special. But she admired Qiao Xinxian very much. "As expected of a scout. I will leave this person to you!"

It was his honor to be able to help his wife solve her problems!

Qiao Xinxian smiled. "Okay!"

The two of them knelt down in front of the brazier again. Qiao Xinxian did not delay and directly sent the photo to his trusted assistant, asking him to investigate carefully.

But this time, in less than 15 minutes, his subordinate called him and said, "Chief Qiao, the man in the photo you gave me is the Prime Minister of Moxie Country, Nalan Tine."

Qiao Xinxian's mouth opened wide!

No wonder he found it familiar, because the military relationship between Moxie and Ning Country was very tense. The Moxie was in charge of the war, while Nalan Tine was in charge of turning the tides, claiming that the Moxie might not win the war between the two countries. He also advocated peaceful coexistence. The year before, a fisherman from the Ning Country had mistakenly entered the waters of the Moxie to catch fish. Being detained by the Moxie's military made the people of the Moxie Country think that it was a provocation. They insisted on killing them in the name of spies.

Nalan Tine said that they had mistakenly entered the city and did not have the intention to send these fishermen back to Ning Country without suffering any injuries.

Qiao Xinxian did not have much contact with Nalan Tine, because he did not have enough authority at the moment.

However, in private, he often heard his father praise Nalan Tine, saying that Nalan Tine was the bridge of friendship between the two countries, and that he had great foresight.

What was more interesting was that this Prime Minister of Moxie Country, who was below one man and above ten thousand people, was working hard for the national affairs and had yet to marry!

If he had not married, how could he have a son? For the sake of the government, he valued his reputation and reputation. His character and reputation were widely known. Such a person should not have an illegitimate child.

Qiao Xinxian ended the call with some puzzlement. He looked up at Liang Ye and said, "Have you heard of Nalan Tine?"

"Who is it?"

She was a little girl and only cared about the list of names on the Forbes Rich List. She knew very little about politicians.

Qiao Xinxian was silent for a while and then said, "What did Si Nan say when he gave you the photo?"

Liang Ye thought for a while and told Qiao Xinxian everything that happened in the car before and after she got the photo. Then she quietly looked at Qiao Xinxian and listened to him introduce Nalan Tine.

Liang Ye was a little excited. Could this Si Nan be the son of the Prime Minister of Moxie Country?

She did not mention a single word, but her eyes that were overflowing with colors were clearly displayed in front of Qiao Xinxian's eyes. With just a glance, he knew what she was thinking.

She sighed lightly and said in an incomparably gentle manner, "We will continue to investigate. Don't worry."

Liang Ye's heart was filled with gratitude. She could not help but say, "Qiao is in my hands. There is nothing to worry about!"

For the next two days, Jo envied the couple was so busy that the sky and earth darkened. The memorial meeting lasted for an entire day. Liang Ye's sadness, which had been slightly restored because of Qiao Xinxian, had recovered. Her heart was once again affected by the atmosphere, and she could not stop sobbing.

On the morning of the third day of Liang Yibai's death, Liang Ye brought Kangkang out of her home. The group of people formed a long motorcade and headed towards the crematorium.

First, they held a farewell ceremony for the body in a small hall in the crematorium. Everyone surrounded Liang Yibai, who was in the crystal coffin, and looked at him for the last time before crematorizing him.0

When the ashes came out, Liang Pei was holding the urn with tears in his hands. Liang Ye was also holding Liang Yibai's photo with tears in her eyes.

Liang Qian and Xiao Miyun learned their lesson this time. They did not cause a scene because they saw the whole way. A small team of the National Defense Army came to help, including some of the leaders of Qiao Xinxian's troops. When they heard that Qiao Xinxian's lover's grandfather had passed away, they also came to express their gratitude.

At ten o'clock in the morning, in the cemetery, Liang Pei personally put his father's urn into the small square area under the ground. They watched helplessly as the staff of the cemetery sealed the small compartment with cement.

The tombstone was carved from high-quality white marble. There was a photo of Liang Yibai and his wife when they were young on it. Liang Yibai's original urn had also been moved over yesterday.

Liang Pei knelt down and kowtowed to his parents. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.

Liang Qian and Xiao Miyun were also crying. Even Kangkang was crying to wipe away the tears on Liang Ye's face. He also said, "Mummy is not crying. Once Mummy is crying, Kangkang will also be crying."

The number of people attending the funeral of the richest man in Jiangnan was much higher than when Liang Yibai celebrated his 90th birthday a few months ago.

Everyone mourned in front of the tomb and bowed three times. This was the last time they were sending Liang Yibai off. They could only send him here.

After the funeral ended, they all headed to the hotel for a funeral banquet.

Liang Pei actually wanted to ask Qiao Xinxian how much the entire funeral cost, but he was also embarrassed, so he pulled Liang Ye's sleeve in private and asked her daughter softly.

Liang Ye was also stunned, because she did not ask about this matter at all.

When everyone came to the hotel, Liang Pei, Liang Qian, and the rest were all in the hall entertaining the guests. Qiao Xinxian was in a private room with his wife, son, and a few leaders in the army who had rushed over to express their goodwill.

At this time, it was much quieter.

Liang Ye then asked Qiao Xinxian in a low voice, "How much did the funeral cost? And how much did it cost for the funerals and banquets?"

Liang Ye was not stupid. Funeral companies, cremation, cemeteries, and banquets all cost money and a lot of money.

She just looked at the dishes on the table and looked at the salmon imported from Norway. Mumbai prawns, Mediterranean caviar, and red wine from the Fei Manor. As well as some seemingly ordinary but extraordinary side dishes, this was no longer something that could be described as extravagant.

In the Ning Country, the better the funeral banquet was held, the more respectful one would be towards the deceased.

Liang Ye naturally understood Qiao Xinxian's intentions. He wanted to do his best to give her some face. Especially in front of her family, he agreed to bear the responsibility. He wanted to do it beautifully for her so that people like Liang Qian would have nothing to say.

However, to make him spend so much money, Liang Ye still felt some heartache.

There was a total of 100 tables set up in the hall!

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