The news of Zhang Fugui's passing quickly spread, and many relatives, friends, and old acquaintances sent people or came themselves to pay their respects.
In Zhang Hai's mind, being the head of Zhang Group meant he should be the master of ceremonies at this funeral, and he was responsible for receiving all the guests.
Everyone understood Zhang Hai's intentions; wasn't he just hoping to meet some wealthy or influential people at the funeral?
Now that the old man was gone, how could Zhang Jiang spoil him, "Do you think the old man would be happy to let you be the master of ceremonies?"
Zhang Jiang paused, "Do you really think the current Zhang's can still attract many people to pay their respects?"
"Just because you're that prodigal who sells off the family estate?"
"Or because according to you, the esteemed president of Zhang Group, you've emptied the family fund the old man specifically set up for your women and children outside?"
