SFS Chapter 466 The Dog is Your Uncle
Chapter 466 The Dog is Your Uncle
Chapter 466 The Dog is Your Uncle
Ultimately, Wang Wenzhou and Qian Qianyi reached an agreement that the Donglin Party leaders would not have to attend the funerals in person, but their sons and nephews would instead take their place.
Wang Wenzhou had experience in funerals. Last time, when he helped Qi Siyan's father with his funeral, he hired many courtesans, which attracted a lot of attention. This time, it was the same. All the top courtesans from the major brothels in the capital participated. Wang Wenzhou spent a lot of money to create a spectacle.
The children were all afraid of being embarrassed, so only Qi Siyan accompanied Wang Wenzhou to the funeral. Qi Siyan was very puzzled as to why Liu Rushi would sit idly by and watch her husband act so recklessly.
Although Liu Rushi had promised not to interfere with Wang Wenzhou's actions anymore, she still tried to dissuade him this time. But Wang Wenzhou said he did this to let everyone know he was an irrational madman.
Although Wang Wenzhou's actions seemed like those of a madman, the astute Liu Rushi understood. While his methods were seemingly insane, they had a deeper meaning. Wang Wenzhou feared that the children would suffer the same fate as Zhao Fengmin and others, being assassinated. His actions were a declaration to everyone: Don't mess with me! Whoever messes with me will suffer!
The auspicious time has arrived, and the funeral procession begins its journey.
The procession was enormous, numbering over a thousand people. At the head of the procession was a funeral band playing drums and gongs, and the female police officers were also quite capable, singing and playing various instruments. Each of them wore a white cheongsam, and with every step they took, their white thighs were revealed, attracting the attention of passersby.
In no time, the roadside was surrounded by onlookers.
Someone asked, "Whose family is this, that they're having such a grand funeral?"
"It looks like the Zhongyi Duke's residence. Look, isn't that Wang Wenzhou, Lord Wang?"
Wang Wenzhou held the memorial tablet and slowly walked over.
"Ah!" Passersby exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the dog's image on the memorial tablet.
Why is there a dog drawn on the memorial tablet?
"I heard this is Lord Wang's beloved dog."
"No way! These nobles really know how to have fun. They treat the death of a dog like the death of their own father!"
"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll get yourself into trouble!"
Passersby had all sorts of opinions, and suddenly someone exclaimed in surprise, "Look, why is Qian Qianyi, the eldest son of the Qian family, also wearing mourning clothes and walking in the procession?"
"Ah! It really is! Zheng Sanjun, the second young master of Lord Zheng's family, is also here."
"Isn't this the eldest grandson of Lord Qian Shisheng?"
The sons of Donglin Party bigwigs who were following Wang Wenzhou were recognized one by one.
"Alas..." Qian Sunai sighed, "Father, you may not have lost face, but your child has lost face."
The young masters were so ashamed they couldn't lift their heads. One by one, they either covered their faces with their hands or kept their heads tightly down, not daring to look up. To hold a funeral for a dog, and even dress it in mourning clothes—only a mad dog like Wang Wenzhou would do such a thing. But the head of the family had ordered them to do so, so they had no choice but to come.
Ever since Wang Wenzhou chopped off the fingers of Hou Fangjiang and several other young masters, everyone in the circle of young masters in the capital knew that Wang Wenzhou was someone they couldn't afford to offend. This time, with orders from their elders, the young masters, who were usually arrogant and domineering, all acted like obedient children. Even though they were ashamed and couldn't lift their heads because of the sarcasm of passersby, they didn't dare to show the slightest displeasure.
"Uang!" A gong rang out.
The young female police officers walking on the left side of the formation shouted in unison: "Dogs are man's best friend. Be civilized and don't eat dog meat."
"Uang!" Another gong sounded.
On the right side of the group, the top courtesans from the brothel, dressed in bikinis, sang a mournful tune in unison: "What is the mottled night saying? The dog is my father, the dog is my mother!"
The onlookers were dumbfounded. In their hearts, Wang Wenzhou was a righteous and upright official who wholeheartedly served the people. How could he seem to have gone mad today? Not only was he putting on a grand funeral for a dog, but he was also having people shout inexplicable things. Why can't dog meat be eaten? What does it mean that eating dog meat is uncivilized?
Someone asked, "What's wrong with Wang Qingtian?"
An old man said with heartache, "A few days ago, Wang Qingtian's concubine passed away. He must have been too heartbroken, which is why he went mad."
"I see." The people suddenly realized.
Suddenly, the people shouted in unison, "Wang Qingtian, he's gone, don't be sad!"
Holding the dog's memorial tablet, Wang Wenzhou bowed to the people and repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you all for your concern!"
The young masters were at a loss for words, wondering what the hell was going on. Wang Wenzhou had gone mad, and they were all trying to comfort him.
Wang Wenzhou turned around and glared at the young masters, saying coldly, "You all better sing! It's your turn. You sang quite well during rehearsal! Hurry up and sing!"
“Sigh…” Qian Sun’ai swallowed hard and said, “Ready, sing 1, 2, 3.”
"There's nothing better than a dog in the world. A child without a dog is like a blade of grass. Without a dog's embrace, where can happiness be found..." The young masters endured the humiliation and sang loudly.
The common people were very puzzled and complained that the sons of officials had gone too far by joining in the commotion.
"These young masters are outrageous! Wang Qingtian is heartbroken over the loss of his wife, why are they getting involved?"
"Who says otherwise! In the capital, whenever there's a bit of excitement, you can't help but see these young masters. You get used to it; it's all because they were born into such a privileged family."
"Wang Qingtian, don't be sad! It breaks our hearts to see you so heartbroken!"
The young masters were practically in tears. And the elderly folks, are we out of our minds to be mourning a dead dog? We're not here to cause trouble; we were forced into this by Wang Wenzhou.
The funeral procession caused a sensation throughout the city, becoming the talk of the town overnight. The people of the capital, heartbroken for Wang Wenzhou, followed the procession to help with the funeral. Of course, many others were simply there to watch the spectacle.
Upon arriving at the cemetery and after the dog's coffin was laid to rest, Wang Wenzhou summoned the young men of the yamen for a lecture.
Wang Wenzhou looked around at the group of officials and said, "Thank you all for helping me with the funeral of my beloved dog. This uncle of yours was actually a very kind dog. Although he is dead, he will live on in your hearts forever."
Ya Ren cursed inwardly, "Wang Wenzhou, don't go too far! He's your uncle, a dog!"
Wang Wenzhou looked at Qian Sunai and said coldly, "Little Qian, go home and tell your father not to be so naive as to think he can use a daughter to trick me into working for him!"
"Huh?" The young masters all turned to look at Qian Sun'ai. What did Wang Wenzhou mean by that? Had Qian Qianyi gone mad? Did he want to marry his daughter to Wang Wenzhou?
Wang Wenzhou said this in public to distance himself from the situation. There must have been a spy for Zhu Youjian involved, and he wanted to tell Zhu Youjian that he would not "collude with the Donglin Party."
"Listen up, all of you!" Wang Wenzhou cursed, "Go home and tell your fathers and brothers that from now on, anyone who dares to mess with me will be my wrath!"
The young masters nodded repeatedly. "You mad dog, as long as you don't bite indiscriminately, nobody will mess with you!" They were scared. They hadn't provoked Wang Wenzhou, yet they were humiliating themselves by following him around. For the time being, they wouldn't be able to go out and have fun; they'd probably blush with embarrassment at the strange looks they received.
Meanwhile, in Qian Qianyi's residence, the Donglin Party leaders held another meeting to discuss how to deal with Wang Wenzhou.
Qian Qianyi voiced his idea of winning over Wang Wenzhou, which drew both support and opposition. However, while he considered it an attempt to win him over, he decided that until this mad dog was tamed, he should be sent as far away as possible.