He arrived swiftly and left just as quickly!
In less than five minutes, the mourning was over!
His time was brief, but it carried great significance!
This was to give face to the Zheng family, to honor them!
Of course, some knew of his relationship with the Zheng family, while many others did not—it seemed inappropriate to inquire too closely.
At least, Liu Zhizhong had no idea; he was still a minor figure, floating between the layers of ordinary officialdom and powerful elites. Follow current novᴇls on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
After he had left, Liu Zhizhong followed the protocol, walked over, entered the hall, and met the hosts.
At this time, Feng Xiaoyue took the lead, quietly introducing Liu Zhizhong to Mr. Zheng's family of four, in a way that others nearby could not overhear, clarifying Mr. L's identity to them.
Mr. Zheng, still not dry of tears, but seated in his wheelchair, nodded at Liu Zhizhong without saying much. His demeanor as a seasoned magnate spoke volumes.
The Zheng family's parents, however, did exchange a few words with Liu Zhizhong, expressing their gratitude.
Zheng's little sister sized up the legendary Mr. L, and upon meeting him in person, indeed found him to be a handsome and stylish man.
Liu Zhizhong was also very polite, quite stable in his demeanor, naturally offering condolences and expressing his intention to do well within his role.
Father Zheng was alright, engaging in a bit more courteous talk that sounded quite sincere.
Mrs. Zheng and the little sister, being in sorrow, spoke less, which was normal.
Then, Liu Zhizhong, following the ritual, first bowed deeply to Zheng Sanjing, offered incense, then stepped aside to where the funeral staff, led by Yang Bingbing, gathered him with his familiar production team.
This team, naturally composed of the company's camera and sound crew, knew Liu Zhizhong well, and admired this talented young official and internet sensation.
This was not only a funeral farewell ceremony but also the shooting location for Mr. L's latest creation. Those who knew this was his last production recording were few, very few indeed.
Liu Zhizhong busied himself at the host's stand, a slightly elevated position, naturally allowing him a glimpse into the hall, such as the guests' arrivals, which was quite striking.
Li Tanglu had arrived, Luo Tianlin was present; nearly all the big shots from Provincial City had come.
Then there were also some faces so unfamiliar that they could not be more so, spanning old, middle-aged, and young; he simply did not recognize them.
In this circle, Qian Xuan, whom he knew, had not yet arrived. The Xiang family's siblings had not appeared either.
Even Qin Bo, who was aggressively seeking to acquire Feng Xiaoyue's business, had not shown up.
Each had their plans, their affairs, and it was indeed still quite early before the actual farewell ceremony.
What Liu Zhizhong needed to do was discuss some details in a low voice with his team while also mentally rehearsing the eulogy several times.
In civilian affairs, the eulogy is normally managed by a feng shui Yin Yang Master—chanting and performing rituals that often merely need to seem mysterious and sophisticated, since the deceased cannot hear and the living often cannot understand.
But Zheng Sanjing's funeral eulogy was different, genuinely scholarly, blending grammar and traditional funeral culture in a way that clearly showed a master's touch. Feng Xiaoyue and Liu Zhizhong had discussed the details, noting it was crafted by the chairman of the Provincial Writers' Association, truly a masterful work.
For the Zheng family, having Mr. L handle this was both a prestigious and advantageous affair, and also economically beneficial—truly a win-win.
But for Liu Zhizhong, this was akin to a battle, a challenge he launched for Feng Xiaoyue against Tiandu's powerful elites like Qin Bo, hmph...