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The next day.
U.S.A.
Don street.
The sky is drizzling with light rain, and the sky is gray and gloomy.
"Look, those three cars are the family emblem of the Coway family in New York, USA!"
"That's the emblem of the Samuel family in Los Angeles."
"That's the home badge of the Louis family in Florida!"
The periphery of First Avenue, that is, 300 meters away, is crowded with countless people. The most important thing is that journalists from all over the world, including those from the United States and other countries, have come from all over the world in these two days!
They were shocked by the news two days ago. Tang Ren, the leader of Cangmen, the world's first Jianghu organization, died! Suddenly dead! Until now, the funeral is coming, there is no cause of death!
However, gossip has long been flying all over the world. What was poisoned by the sect leader and wanted to win the position of sect leader, what was assassinated by other Mafia, and what had cancer and could not be cured. All kinds of news are emerging one after another.
However, no message can be confirmed.
But today, it is true that it is the funeral of the head of the door.
Ordinary people die when they die, but the leader of Cangmen, among the underground forces all over the world, is a rapidly influential figure. His funeral, major families all over the world, mafia and even American dignitaries will come to attend!
They came here to follow the report.
But they were all blocked here and outside the first avenue, because they didn't receive the invitation at all. They couldn't even enter the first avenue, let alone the innermost Tenth Avenue.
However, ironically, it was not the Cangmen congregation that blocked them, but the American police! Because the American police want to maintain order today! Today is a person's funeral, but it is also a gathering of Jianghu leaders in the world!
A slight accident will cause a local earthquake!
But they all gather here and are unwilling to leave. Maybe they can grab a chance to go in sometime. More probably, they can also take some hot pictures here.
You can't say anything about news.
"You say that Tang Ren is dead, who will take over the Cangmen!"
"This is the world's biggest man in the Jianghu! Who has this ability."
At this time, a short Japanese asked in English.
"Who knows, it must be a member of Cangmen. It can't be done by an outsider." a French humanitarian who was tall.
"That's for sure. Of course it's a member of Cangmen." a Portuguese also added, "moreover, I guess this person's age must be 50 or 60 years old. Cangmen is the organization that pays most attention to qualifications."
"Young man, there is no possibility at all."
"Yes, I think so too." another person nodded.
"Excuse me, excuse me, I interviewed in the past. Please excuse me."
At this time, a young girl, aged about 20, wearing a white shirt, a small black suit and coat, with ears and short hair and oblique bangs, squeezed to the front from the crowded crowd.
Although it was raining, I didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on her face.
"Here is my invitation letter and my press card. Please have a look."
As soon as she showed up, the girl handed the invitation letter, which was firmly held in her hand and almost folded into a ball, to her back in the distance. It seemed to be a humanitarian of the small head of the American and imperial police.
But her body was blocked by the human wall surrounded by the police.
"Yes."
"Let her in."
The officer grabbed the invitation, glanced at it and said to the policeman on the side.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
This woman, no one else, is Lin Yunhui from Seoul, South Korea. As soon as she got off the plane, she saw the email sent to her by Li Puming, but she didn't say anything about it. She just said that she had rushed to Chinatown, where a funeral was being held.
Find out the cause of the death of the person in the coffin, and take a picture of his front and bring it back.
In this way, the task is completed.
When she arrived in the taxi, she thought it was relatively simple and easy. It was going to be buried. The cause of death must also be clarified. She could find someone to inquire about it a little.
As for taking a picture, it shouldn't be a big problem to get the consent of the deceased's family.
It's a big deal. Just pay them some money yourself.
In order to become a regular, some money can be abandoned!
But when she got off the taxi, she knew it wasn't that simple! Because the taxi she took couldn't get to the entrance of First Avenue! The front was blocked by countless traffic and people!
At first glance, she felt numb because she had never seen so many people crowded, especially with cameras in their hands.
Obviously, these people are journalists like her! They are all peers!
"God!"
Involuntarily, Lin Yunhui took a breath of air conditioning. Unexpectedly, there would be so many reporters blocking the entrance of a street!
Among these people, there are blonde, black haired and black eyed, men and women, old and young. From the appearance, it is easy to distinguish that these people come from all over the world!
"It's too late!"
"It's more than nine!"
"The time for the funeral is twelve!"
After looking at the American time on her watch, Lin Yunhui was worried. You know, this is only the entrance to the first avenue. In the data, the funeral place is on the Tenth Avenue! And this Tenth Avenue is still in the innermost part!
"Brother, why are you all blocked here?"
"What are you interviewing?"
Time is tight. Lin Yunhui still wants to know what these peers are doing here, and she vaguely feels that these people seem to have the same purpose as her!
It seems that I have taken a great task this time! It's not as simple as you think!
If not, how can I meet this multi peer on a street. Even if Hollywood's big stars come out, there can be no big battle!
However, in her heart, she is a little excited. They are journalists. They are not afraid that things are small and not enough to report. Anything, the bigger the better! This time, maybe it's really a chance given by the editor in chief!
Thank you, editor in chief!
"You don't know?"
"You don't know what to interview. What are you doing here?"
The speaker was a blonde Briton. He was tall and looked at Lin Yunhui. He thought she was pretty and talented. "Everyone is looking to see if they can go in for an interview."
"None of us is an internationally renowned newspaper. We don't have an invitation. If we have an invitation, we all go in and interview."
"There are too many things that can be reported about the funeral of the head of Cang clan!"
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The next day.
U.S.A.
Don street.
The sky is drizzling with light rain, and the sky is gray and gloomy.
"Look, those three cars are the family emblem of the Coway family in New York, USA!"
"That's the emblem of the Samuel family in Los Angeles."
"That's the home badge of the Louis family in Florida!"
The periphery of First Avenue, that is, 300 meters away, is crowded with countless people. The most important thing is that journalists from all over the world, including those from the United States and other countries, have come from all over the world in these two days!
They were shocked by the news two days ago. Tang Ren, the leader of Cangmen, the world's first Jianghu organization, died! Suddenly dead! Until now, the funeral is coming, there is no cause of death!
However, gossip has long been flying all over the world. What was poisoned by the sect leader and wanted to win the position of sect leader, what was assassinated by other Mafia, and what had cancer and could not be cured. All kinds of news are emerging one after another.
However, no message can be confirmed.
But today, it is true that it is the funeral of the head of the door.
Ordinary people die when they die, but the leader of Cangmen, among the underground forces all over the world, is a rapidly influential figure. His funeral, major families all over the world, mafia and even American dignitaries will come to attend!
They came here to follow the report.
But they were all blocked here and outside the first avenue, because they didn't receive the invitation at all. They couldn't even enter the first avenue, let alone the innermost Tenth Avenue.
However, ironically, it was not the Cangmen congregation that blocked them, but the American police! Because the American police want to maintain order today! Today is a person's funeral, but it is also a gathering of Jianghu leaders in the world!
A slight accident will cause a local earthquake!
But they all gather here and are unwilling to leave. Maybe they can grab a chance to go in sometime. More probably, they can also take some hot pictures here.
You can't say anything about news.
"You say that Tang Ren is dead, who will take over the Cangmen!"
"This is the world's biggest man in the Jianghu! Who has this ability."
At this time, a short Japanese asked in English.
"Who knows, it must be a member of Cangmen. It can't be done by an outsider." a French humanitarian who was tall.
"That's for sure. Of course it's a member of Cangmen." a Portuguese also added, "moreover, I guess this person's age must be 50 or 60 years old. Cangmen is the organization that pays most attention to qualifications."
"Young man, there is no possibility at all."
"Yes, I think so too." another person nodded.
"Excuse me, excuse me, I interviewed in the past. Please excuse me."
At this time, a young girl, aged about 20, wearing a white shirt, a small black suit and coat, with ears and short hair and oblique bangs, squeezed to the front from the crowded crowd.
Although it was raining, I didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on her face.
"Here is my invitation letter and my press card. Please have a look."
As soon as she showed up, the girl handed the invitation letter, which was firmly held in her hand and almost folded into a ball, to her back in the distance. It seemed to be a humanitarian of the small head of the American and imperial police.
But her body was blocked by the human wall surrounded by the police.
"Yes."
"Let her in."
The officer grabbed the invitation, glanced at it and said to the policeman on the side.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
This woman, no one else, is Lin Yunhui from Seoul, South Korea. As soon as she got off the plane, she saw the email sent to her by Li Puming, but she didn't say anything about it. She just said that she had rushed to Chinatown, where a funeral was being held.
Find out the cause of the death of the person in the coffin, and take a picture of his front and bring it back.
In this way, the task is completed.
When she arrived in the taxi, she thought it was relatively simple and easy. It was going to be buried. The cause of death must also be clarified. She could find someone to inquire about it a little.
As for taking a picture, it shouldn't be a big problem to get the consent of the deceased's family.
It's a big deal. Just pay them some money yourself.
In order to become a regular, some money can be abandoned!
But when she got off the taxi, she knew it wasn't that simple! Because the taxi she took couldn't get to the entrance of First Avenue! The front was blocked by countless traffic and people!
At first glance, she felt numb because she had never seen so many people crowded, especially with cameras in their hands.
Obviously, these people are journalists like her! They are all peers!
"God!"
Involuntarily, Lin Yunhui took a breath of air conditioning. Unexpectedly, there would be so many reporters blocking the entrance of a street!
Among these people, there are blonde, black haired and black eyed, men and women, old and young. From the appearance, it is easy to distinguish that these people come from all over the world!
"It's too late!"
"It's more than nine!"
"The time for the funeral is twelve!"
After looking at the American time on her watch, Lin Yunhui was worried. You know, this is only the entrance to the first avenue. In the data, the funeral place is on the Tenth Avenue! And this Tenth Avenue is still in the innermost part!
"Brother, why are you all blocked here?"
"What are you interviewing?"
Time is tight. Lin Yunhui still wants to know what these peers are doing here, and she vaguely feels that these people seem to have the same purpose as her!
It seems that I have taken a great task this time! It's not as simple as you think!
If not, how can I meet this multi peer on a street. Even if Hollywood's big stars come out, there can be no big battle!
However, in her heart, she is a little excited. They are journalists. They are not afraid that things are small and not enough to report. Anything, the bigger the better! This time, maybe it's really a chance given by the editor in chief!
Thank you, editor in chief!
"You don't know?"
"You don't know what to interview. What are you doing here?"
The speaker was a blonde Briton. He was tall and looked at Lin Yunhui. He thought she was pretty and talented. "Everyone is looking to see if they can go in for an interview."
"None of us is an internationally renowned newspaper. We don't have an invitation. If we have an invitation, we all go in and interview."
"There are too many things that can be reported about the funeral of the head of Cang clan!"
The next day.U.S.A.Don street.The sky is drizzling with light rain, and the sky is gray and gloomy."Look, those three cars are the family emblem of the Coway family in New York, USA!""That's the emblem of the Samuel family in Los Angeles.""That's the home badge of the Louis family in Florida!"The periphery of First Avenue, that is, 300 meters away, is crowded with countless people. The most important thing is that journalists from all over the world, including those from the United States and other countries, have come from all over the world in these two days!They were shocked by the news two days ago. Tang Ren, the leader of Cangmen, the world's first Jianghu organization, died! Suddenly dead! Until now, the funeral is coming, there is no cause of death!However, gossip has long been flying all over the world. What was poisoned by the sect leader and wanted to win the position of sect leader, what was assassinated by other Mafia, and what had cancer and could not be cured. All kinds of news are emerging one after another.However, no message can be confirmed.But today, it is true that it is the funeral of the head of the door.Ordinary people die when they die, but the leader of Cangmen, among the underground forces all over the world, is a rapidly influential figure. His funeral, major families all over the world, mafia and even American dignitaries will come to attend!They came here to follow the report.But they were all blocked here and outside the first avenue, because they didn't receive the invitation at all. They couldn't even enter the first avenue, let alone the innermost Tenth Avenue.However, ironically, it was not the Cangmen congregation that blocked them, but the American police! Because the American police want to maintain order today! Today is a person's funeral, but it is also a gathering of Jianghu leaders in the world!A slight accident will cause a local earthquake!But they all gather here and are unwilling to leave. Maybe they can grab a chance to go in sometime. More probably, they can also take some hot pictures here.You can't say anything about news."You say that Tang Ren is dead, who will take over the Cangmen!""This is the world's biggest man in the Jianghu! Who has this ability."At this time, a short Japanese asked in English."Who knows, it must be a member of Cangmen. It can't be done by an outsider." a French humanitarian who was tall."That's for sure. Of course it's a member of Cangmen." a Portuguese also added, "moreover, I guess this person's age must be 50 or 60 years old. Cangmen is the organization that pays most attention to qualifications.""Young man, there is no possibility at all.""Yes, I think so too." another person nodded."Excuse me, excuse me, I interviewed in the past. Please excuse me."At this time, a young girl, aged about 20, wearing a white shirt, a small black suit and coat, with ears and short hair and oblique bangs, squeezed to the front from the crowded crowd.Although it was raining, I didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on her face."Here is my invitation letter and my press card. Please have a look."As soon as she showed up, the girl handed the invitation letter, which was firmly held in her hand and almost folded into a ball, to her back in the distance. It seemed to be a humanitarian of the small head of the American and imperial police.But her body was blocked by the human wall surrounded by the police."Yes.""Let her in."The officer grabbed the invitation, glanced at it and said to the policeman on the side."Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."This woman, no one else, is Lin Yunhui from Seoul, South Korea. As soon as she got off the plane, she saw the email sent to her by Li Puming, but she didn't say anything about it. She just said that she had rushed to Chinatown, where a funeral was being held.Find out the cause of the death of the person in the coffin, and take a picture of his front and bring it back.In this way, the task is completed.When she arrived in the taxi, she thought it was relatively simple and easy. It was going to be buried. The cause of death must also be clarified. She could find someone to inquire about it a little.As for taking a picture, it shouldn't be a big problem to get the consent of the deceased's family.It's a big deal. Just pay them some money yourself.In order to become a regular, some money can be abandoned!But when she got off the taxi, she knew it wasn't that simple! Because the taxi she took couldn't get to the entrance of First Avenue! The front was blocked by countless traffic and people!At first glance, she felt numb because she had never seen so many people crowded, especially with cameras in their hands.Obviously, these people are journalists like her! They are all peers!"God!"Involuntarily, Lin Yunhui took a breath of air conditioning. Unexpectedly, there would be so many reporters blocking the entrance of a street!Among these people, there are blonde, black haired and black eyed, men and women, old and young. From the appearance, it is easy to distinguish that these people come from all over the world!"It's too late!""It's more than nine!""The time for the funeral is twelve!"After looking at the American time on her watch, Lin Yunhui was worried. You know, this is only the entrance to the first avenue. In the data, the funeral place is on the Tenth Avenue! And this Tenth Avenue is still in the innermost part!"Brother, why are you all blocked here?""What are you interviewing?"Time is tight. Lin Yunhui still wants to know what these peers are doing here, and she vaguely feels that these people seem to have the same purpose as her!It seems that I have taken a great task this time! It's not as simple as you think!If not, how can I meet this multi peer on a street. Even if Hollywood's big stars come out, there can be no big battle!However, in her heart, she is a little excited. They are journalists. They are not afraid that things are small and not enough to report. Anything, the bigger the better! This time, maybe it's really a chance given by the editor in chief!Thank you, editor in chief!"You don't know?""You don't know what to interview. What are you doing here?"The speaker was a blonde Briton. He was tall and looked at Lin Yunhui. He thought she was pretty and talented. "Everyone is looking to see if they can go in for an interview.""None of us is an internationally renowned newspaper. We don't have an invitation. If we have an invitation, we all go in and interview.""There are too many things that can be reported about the funeral of the head of Cang clan!"
