Qian Xuan's outburst left Qin Bo in an extremely embarrassing situation, his face turning as red as a liver.
Despite his family's powerful status, being exposed in such a scandal was something he couldn't bear, known to all the powerful people around.
Not to mention the acquisition falling through, marrying Feng Mingyue was now impossible—a complete scandal!
On the spot, Qin Bo responded quickly, stubbornly shouting, "Mr. L, you're talking nonsense, you're goddamn talking nonsense! I never thought about acquiring Sanjing's business at a low price, I never planned to marry Feng Xiaoyue. You're spouting lies, you're spouting lies, you're inhuman!"
Roaring in the memorial hall!
Being obstinate at the funeral farewell ceremony!
With those words out, it was as good as finalized; there was no going back!
That was exactly the effect Liu Zhizhong wanted!
Right then and there, Liu Zhizhong, standing at the podium facing everyone and the heavens, loudly proclaimed, "Mr. Sanjing, may you rest in peace! May your spirit in heaven bear witness, justice lies in the hearts of the people, your widow's property will not be taken; no scandal will touch your widow, rest in peace! Mr. Sanjing, may your journey be peaceful!"
As these words were spoken, the grief was overwhelming, the emotions intense, and with great dramatic force, they struck the hearts of the audience. By the end, his words were almost like a howl, vibrating throughout the venue and pushing the eulogy to its climactic peak.
What was even more shocking was that fresh blood slowly trickled from the corner of Liu Zhizhong's mouth, followed by violent coughing, the sound amplified by the microphone and resounding throughout the venue.
The crowd was horrified and began to express their concern, causing an uproar.
However, Liu Zhizhong covered his throat, his pale face twisted in agony, then he staggered toward the backstage.
He hadn't run three meters when he stumbled and fell on the platform, hands clutching his throat, his body trembling in pain.
The scene became chaotic, a mess of shrieking and shouting.
Yang Bingbing was the first to rush over, helping Liu Zhizhong up and calling for others to quickly carry him out.
Because the day was already hot and the funeral had drawn significant figures, an ambulance had been prepared in advance; emergency responders arrived quickly.
Liu Zhizhong had completed his hosting duty, and this chaos was only temporary.
As he was placed on the stretcher, he still heard Qian Xuan yelling, "Take him straight to Yalan Hospital!"
Brother Xuan's help was indeed beautifully executed! Even as Liu Zhizhong was on the stretcher with an oxygen mask on, he silently cheered for him.
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Yet, those unaware of the details were extremely worried. For example, Feng Xiaoyue and Yang Bingbing, who just hoped that he really wasn't seriously hurt!
Even Mr. Zheng, seated in his wheelchair, said quietly to his son, "Keep a close watch on Xiao Liu's condition. After the luncheon, I want to personally visit him at the hospital."
What could his son say? He, of course, agreed! Liu Zhizhong's performance at this farewell ceremony was incomparably moving!
And the influential figures at the scene all understood—Mr. L, as a representative of Xinghai, naturally didn't want the company to be acquired at a low price; everything he said was true, and his grief had even driven him to spit blood.
Under these circumstances, there was no way Qin Bo could proceed with the acquisition. Being exposed in front of all these powerful people just made the Qin family look terrible.
Qin Bo, facing this situation, was utterly embarrassed to death! Fortunately, by this time, the ceremony was nearly over, with only the departure for cremation remaining.
Behind the scenes, the broadcast by the local famous presenter followed the script, repeating three times, "Please remain calm, guests, and proceed to Jinghua Hotel, where the main family banquet will start at 11:39 AM..."