Life is a Game

What the Jiang family in Peiping didn't know was that the inheritance war of FJ's Sun family, thousands of miles away, had officially started, and it was raging like a raging fire, and it was bloody and bloody.

At 10 o'clock in the morning on March 17th, Jiang Feng was absent-mindedly doing his work in the back kitchen, and at the same time peeked at the old man who was making boxed lunches, ready to deliver the meals to the hospital.

The back kitchen can hardly hear the voice, only the roar of the machine running and the sound of the smoking hood, it seems very quiet amidst the noise, and there is a bit of silence and embarrassment in the quiet.

"Jiang Feng."

Just as Jiang Feng was blatantly peeping at the luxurious lunch box that the old man had prepared for Director Zhong, Ji Yue had already rushed up to him, still holding a mobile phone that was still on the phone.

"Sun Jikai's phone number is for you." Ji Yue sent the phone to Jiang Feng, and Wu Minqi immediately looked at Jiang Feng.

"Hello." Jiang Feng took the phone.

"Hello, I'm Sun Jikai." Sun Jikai said, his voice was very steady without any fluctuations, "My grandfather's funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, although the time is very short, your place is far away from us, but I still hope you and If Grandpa Jiang can come to participate, I will help you arrange accommodation."

"Okay, grandpa and I will definitely go. I'll see if there is a ticket for today. If there is, grandpa and I will go today." Jiang Feng said.

"Thank you. I should have notified you yesterday, but I have some things on my side that have delayed the specific matters. I only finalized them today. I will send you the specific time and place on WeChat later." Sun Jikai explained.

For some reason, Jiang Feng felt that the background sound on Sun Jikai's side seemed to be two people arguing, or it might be one person cursing unilaterally. He could clearly hear a shrill female voice yelling in a dialect he didn't understand, with a not-so-good tone.

"By the way, how is your third grandpa doing now? Is he feeling better?" Sun Jikai asked.

"I'm recovering very well. I think I can get out of bed the day after tomorrow." Even though Sun Jikai couldn't see his expression at all, Jiang Feng subconsciously smiled.

"That's good." Sun Jikai said politely, with the intention of hanging up the phone, "I have something else here, so let's not talk about it beforehand, just hang up."

"En." Jiang Feng felt that he should say some comforting words after he finished. After all, Sun Jikai had just experienced the sad blow of the death of a relative.

"Congratulations."

call ended.

"How is it?" Ji Yue and Wu Minqi said in unison.

"Grandpa Sun's funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon." Jiang Feng said succinctly, "Qiqi, call your mother at noon to confirm whether Sun Jikai has notified your family. It's booked, it's better to go today to avoid rush."

Wu Minqi nodded: "I'll call my mother at noon."

"Hey." Ji Yue sighed.

Although she has a good relationship with Sun Jikai, she and Sun Guanyun have no intersection at all, and it is impossible for her to attend Sun Guanyun's funeral. All she could do was to send one or two pale and feeble, even old-fashioned comforting words through WeChat without any response.

In addition, her poor writing style makes her words even more pale-but it can be seen that it is original, after all, you can't find such bad words on the Internet, and if you find them, no one will copy them.

"If you have a fixed time, remember to tell me that Xia Xia wants to make a peach cake for you to help bring over." Ji Yue said.

"Taosu?" Jiang Feng looked puzzled, unable to figure out what Taosu had to do with this matter.

"Isn't peach cake sweet? I don't know what article Xia Xia read on the WeChat official account a few days ago, saying that sweets can make people feel happy. It may be an advertisement for a dessert shop. Xia Xia is convinced, so I just want to make a peach cake for you to help bring over, it's her kindness." Ji Yue said.

"Have you met Xia Xia and Sun Jikai?" Jiang Feng felt that his memory might be wrong. He didn't remember any intersection between Xia Xia and Sun Jikai at all.

"I've seen it." Ji Yue said affirmatively, "Xia Xia told me last night. Didn't she run away from home and go to work in a textile factory with Sun Jikai and others? Sun Jikai helped arrest people together because He caught it in the morning and bought two beef buns for Xia Xia."

Jiang Feng suddenly realized the friendship between the two beef buns.

On the other hand, after Sun Jikai made phone calls one by one at home, he had time to go downstairs to see his biological parents who were already arguing downstairs.

This matter is considered a rare thing in their family, after all, who has a good relationship with the Sun family does not know that Sun Changping (Sun Jikai's father) has a good personality and loves his wife, and he will not quarrel with anyone, let alone his own wife.

To put it nicely, Sun Changping has a good temper and a soft temper, but to put it bluntly, he is a doormat who has no opinions.

Sun Jikai rubbed his temples with some headaches, trying to restrain his desire to rush downstairs and yell at them to get out, and walked downstairs slowly, suppressing his inner irritability and anger while walking.

From the day Sun Guanyun passed away, the Sun family has never stopped.

Even if Sun Guanyun's will is still not announced by the lawyer, Sun Jikai's mother feels that the company and Jubaolou are already in her pocket, and she can't wait to start drastic transfers and layoffs on the first day, and put all Sun Changning (Sun Jikai's second uncle) together. Replace all the people who are in the pulse, and then install your own confidants.

But she didn't think about it either, how could she have a confidant for a person who only spends money on trivial matters from time to time.

A typical good life, but life must be turned into a brain-dead business war drama.

Sun Jikai walked into the living room.

The living room was in a mess, all kinds of debris were scattered all over the place, and many shelves, bottles, and baskets were also downturned. It was obvious that the battle was brutal.

Sun Jikai didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even wanted to hit someone a little bit.

She looked at her biological parents.

Sun Changping sat on the sofa with a very gloomy expression. His mother stood in front of Changping Sun, like a defeated rooster.

"No." Sun Changping said.

"Why not!" Sun Jikai's mother's voice is a little hoarse - this is normal, it's no wonder that he is not hoarse after arguing for almost an hour.

"Sun Changping, who am I working so hard for? Isn't it all for you, for our son! If it wasn't because you, a useless thing, haven't trained a few capable men in the company for so many years, why would I be like this? What? Xiaowei, he can't do it anymore, he is also a graduate of Zhenger Bajing School of Management and is our nephew, why is no one asking him to help out first?"

"That Qian Lin is actually Sun Changning's person. How can such a person be the manager of Jubao Building? Isn't this sending things from his own home to Sun Changning? Do you know how many contacts Sun Changning has had now? People? If you don't hurry up, it will be too late!" Sun Jikai's mother justified.

"If I say no, I can't!" Sun Changping suddenly roared, not only Sun Jikai's mother, but even Sun Jikai was startled.

"Tomorrow's funeral will be more than half of the things he is responsible for, don't change it!"

"Lin Cuihua, let me tell you, you are not allowed to do anything now! Don't even think about other things until my father's funeral is over. If you don't want to, we will divorce now." After finishing speaking, Sun Changping didn't care about the situation in this place In a mess, he went upstairs angrily.

Lin Cuihua also put on her bag and slammed the door angrily, as if Sun Jikai standing in the living room was an invisible person.

Looking at the miserable state of the living room, Sun Jikai could only take out his mobile phone and call the housekeeping company to come to deal with it. It would be too difficult for the cleaning aunt to clean up such a living room.

Sitting in the living room, Sun Jikai suddenly remembered what their family looked like when they were young.

At that time, the Sun family was rich, but they were only ordinary rich. There was no listed company and only one Jubaolou, and it was not as rich as it is now.

The love story of his parents was also talked about for a time. The young owner of Jubaolou fell in love with the waiter in the store, the rich man and the poor woman, the ordinary prince fell in love with the ordinary Cinderella, and a little change can make a movie. Overbearing president fell in love with my idol drama.

Sun Jikai still vaguely remembered that their family had a good relationship with his second uncle's family when he was young. The house was not as big as it is now, but the two families often communicated, having dinner or going out together. Although it was not as bad as Jiang's family, at least it was not as bad as it is now.

Unfortunately.

After all, the story of Cinderella and the prince is a fairy tale, or a series of novels. After all, no one knows whether Cinderella will be gradually corrupted by money and desire into a vicious queen after marrying the prince.

He only hoped that the prince would not just quarrel and do nothing like his father.

I have time to quarrel with my wife downstairs and smash the house all over the floor, and I don’t have time to go up and look through the roster to check if there are any omissions that have not been notified.

Sun Jikai closed his eyes with some headaches and wanted to lie down on the sofa for a while, but suddenly remembered a very serious matter, opened his eyes suddenly and started frantically flipping through his phone.

Before his death, Sun Guanyun asked him to call Sun Maocai for the second time. Because he didn't know Sun Maocai's phone number, he asked Assistant Wang to send him via WeChat, and Assistant Wang didn't have Sun Maocai's phone number in his mobile phone. Called and notified others.

As a result, there were too many people who sent him WeChat messages, and the fight between his mother and second uncle came too quickly and suddenly, so he forgot about it.

Sun Maocai still doesn't know about this!

Sun Jikai was startled into a cold sweat.