Not long after he finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud noise outside.

Zhang Zhendong frowned and said:

"What's the noise outside? Go take a look!"

The bodyguard immediately set off to check. After a while, the bodyguard walked in and reported:

"Boss, people from the Sanghe Association are here, and it looks like they are coming with bad intentions!"

Zhang Zhendong was shocked, and his face was also a little surprised:

"It came so quickly!"

Lin Xiao also narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Let's go and take a look!"

At this moment, a young man came over and said to Lin Xiao, "Are you Mr. Lin Xiao?"

Several people stopped and everyone looked at Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao nodded:

"I am."

The young man said: "My grandfather specifically told me to give this to you before he died, and he specifically told me not to let this thing fall into the hands of Sakura Country."

With that said, the young man handed Lin Xiao a wooden box with both hands.

This wooden box is made entirely of red sandalwood, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. It looks very delicate and seems to be very old.

Lin Xiao took it and opened it. There was a book lying quietly inside, with the words: "Luo Shu!"

Seeing this book, Zhang Zhendong took a breath of cold air.

"It's actually Luo Shu!"

Lin Xiao was also slightly shocked.

Luo Shu has a great reputation, and is as famous as He Tu. It is the earliest astrology book in China. Now it is widely circulated in the market that He Tu Luo Shu is not the real He Tu Luo Shu.

He Tu is about astrology, while Luo Shu is about physiognomy.

The Xiangmen lineage relies on the inheritance of Luo Shu. To put it simply, whoever can get Luo Shu can become the heir of the Xiangmen!

"Mr. Qin, the future of the prime minister's family is now in your hands!"

Zhang Zhendong sighed with emotion.

Lin Xiao closed the box in his hand and said, "Let's go first and see what these people from Sakura Country want to do!"

Several people walked outside together.

At this time, many people gathered outside the funeral home, including a group of people wearing kimonos, who looked very eye-catching.

"We represent the Sakura Kingdom Prime Minister's family and are here to express our condolences to Mr. Qin. Why aren't we allowed in?"

On the other side, a group of people wearing commoners glared at these people:

"Condolences? Master doesn't need your condolences. You don't even have an invitation, and you still have to compete on the spot at the funeral. It's simply an insult to my master!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhendong frowned and coughed softly.

The group of people in civilian clothes fell silent instantly and looked at Zhang Zhendong.

One of the young men, who looked to be in his early thirties, walked up to Zhang Zhendong with a look of indignation and said:

"Mr. Zhang, these people actually proposed to compete here, and said they were scared if they didn't compete. We, the Chinese Prime Minister, should admit that they are better than us!"

Zhang Zhendong and Mr. Qin had a very close relationship during his lifetime. These prime ministers also respected Zhang Zhendong very much. After all, he saved Mr. Qin's life.

"oh?"

Zhang Zhendong's face darkened and he looked at these people:

"Are you from the Sanghe Society?"

His voice was cold and he looked at the group of people wearing kimonos and said.

"Mr. Zhang."

A man who looked like the leader of the group came out of the group. This man looked to be in his forties, wearing a kimono and wooden clogs. He bowed to Zhang Zhendong.
Chapter completed!