Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

When Song Yinjian walked to the courtyard, he happened to meet the two officials from the Criminal Law Department.

They told him good news and bad news.

The good news is that Mr. Zhang's case has been closed and he can be buried now, but the bad news is that Mr. Zhang's illegitimate daughter is missing.

After Song Yinjian learned the two pieces of news, he hurried to discuss it with the accountant.

The other party's attitude was very clear. Mr. Zhang could be buried, but the treasury would not give him a penny more. If he insisted on taking the three million Mora, he could only find the missing lady to negotiate.

After a brief thought, Song Yinjian decided to bury Mr. Zhang. After all, further delay would cost money, and Miss Zhang would definitely not agree with the funeral arrangements agreed upon by Pan Huilian.

Then he walked towards the hall where the bodies were placed.

At this moment, Walnut was squatting on the ground in the hall, bored. She was holding a thin branch in her hand and teasing a cockroach with great interest.

When she caught a glimpse of Song Yinjian approaching from the corner of her eye, a cunning look suddenly flashed in her eyes, and the idea of ​​playing a prank came to her mind.

She just shook her wrist slightly, picked up the cockroach with the branch, and threw it towards Song Yinjian with a sly smile on her lips.

Song Yinjian reacted extremely quickly, moving his feet lightly and dodging it easily with a slight move.

He said expressionlessly: "I'll deduct one day's wages from you."

When Hu Tao heard this, she immediately jumped up from the ground. She put her hands on her hips, her eyes wide open, and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Bitch Song, the cockroach didn't touch you, why are you deducting my wages?"

Song Yinjian chuckled, a hint of teasing in his smile: "Just by doing this, you have severely hurt my pure yet fragile heart."

Hu Tao was so angry that her cheeks puffed up like a small inflated ball. "Pure and weak heart? Bitch Song, you are so shameless! You are the only one who thinks you are pure and weak? If you dare to deduct my wages, I will stay in front of your shop every day and see what you can do!"

Song Yinjian, however, acted nonchalant and shrugged. "You can deny it if you want! But I must remind you that according to the Liyue Civil Code, using cockroaches to attack others constitutes serious intentional injury."

Hu Tao was startled when she heard this. She turned to look at Zhongli in panic and asked with a hint of trepidation, "Zhongli, guest official, it shouldn't be that serious, right?"

After a moment's reflection, Zhongli spoke calmly, "From a common sense perspective, Hall Master Hutao's actions just now undoubtedly fall under the category of intentional harm. However, in practice, such behavior simply requires a sincere apology."

After the words fell, Hu Tao breathed a sigh of relief, turned around again, said "I'm sorry" perfunctorily to Song Yinjian, and then made a smug face.

Seeing this, Song Yinjian said slowly, "Master Hu Tao, do you think this matter will end so easily?"

When Hu Tao heard this, she suddenly had a bad feeling and subconsciously took a small step back.

Then, a scene that shocked her occurred.

Song Yinjian slowly squatted down and picked up the cockroach that was tortured half to death from the ground.

He held the cockroach in his palm, his face instantly filled with grief, and he cried out in tears: "Xiao Qiang! What's wrong with you? You can't die!

We have depended on each other and shared joys and sorrows for so many years. I have always treated you as my own flesh and blood, teaching you and raising you!

I never thought that today I would have to send off a young person!"

Chapter 9: Singing for one night at most

Hu Tao was completely convinced by this. She hung her head and said dejectedly, "Bitch Song... No, Boss Song, you win. I don't want this day's wages."

Seeing this, Song Yinjian nodded with satisfaction. Then, he threw the "Xiao Qiang" in his hand away as if he was throwing away an insignificant thing.

"Mr. Zhang's case has been closed, and I plan to arrange his funeral tomorrow. If you help me, the salary will remain the same as before, 10,000 Mora a day."

Hu Tao's eyes rolled, she thought about it, and then happily agreed. She also wanted to see what was so magical about Song Yinjian that always managed to steal her business.

Afterwards, Song Yinjian explained some of the funeral arrangements to Hu Tao in detail, and paid the expenses for guarding the body for the next few days as agreed.

Of course, he did not forget to deduct one day's wages from Hu Tao, otherwise how could he justify his wonderful performance just now?

After doing all this, Song Yinjian left the house at a leisurely pace and walked towards the somewhat dilapidated south of the city.

Liyue is the most prosperous commercial center in the entire world, but this prosperity is not evenly distributed.

To the east of the city is a bustling port, to the north is the majestic Yuehai Pavilion, and to the west of the city floats the magnificent Qun Yu Pavilion.

Only the south of the city is where the lower class people who make a living by selling hard labor live.

The narrow streets are filled with a lingering smell of sweat all year round, and the houses on both sides are simple and dilapidated.

Song Yinjian walked towards a very simple house. Before he got close, he heard the passionate and uplifting sound of a guitar from afar.

He walked to the door, knocked gently, and said to the inside of the house: "Xin Sanhuo, it's me."

After a while, the passionate guitar sound stopped abruptly, and then there was a rustling sound in the house, as if someone was hurriedly packing things.

Soon, the door was opened, and a dark-skinned, energetic girl appeared in front of Song Yinjian.

She wore her hair in a distinctive double ponytail, her hands on her hips, and said with a hint of annoyance in her eyes, "Song Yinjian, how many times have I told you! Don't call me Xin Sanhuo, it's pronounced yan!" Song Yinjian spread his hands and said with a smile, "Okay, Xin Yan. I'm here today for a serious matter. I'm here to invite you to a performance."

"Performance?" Xin Yan's eyes flashed with doubt, and he tilted his head slightly. "What performance?"

Song Yinjian said slowly, "Mr. Zhang Rong in the city has unfortunately passed away. I am responsible for organizing his funeral this time. I came here to invite you to perform at the funeral."

Xin Yan was immediately enraged when he heard this and shouted, "I'm a musician! You want me to perform at a funeral? If this gets out, what will my fans think of me?"

Song Yinjian, however, didn't take it seriously. He calmly took out a heavy purse, waved it in front of Xin Yan's eyes, and said, "This is the fee for this performance, 100,000 Mora."

Xin snatched the purse and clutched it tightly in her hand. "Hmph! I'm telling you! This money is only enough for me to sing for one night at best! Let me show you what great value for money means!"

Having said that, he quickly put away the purse.

Seeing this, Song Yinjian couldn't help but smile.

Xinyan's rock music is not popular among most Liyue people. Everyone thinks her music is too loud, so her life is very difficult and her performance fees are naturally not high.

If I use this 100,000 to invite Yun Jin, not only will he not be able to sing a song, he won't even be able to enter her door.

Then, Song Yinjian instructed Xin Yan, "The song you sing this time should be as sad as possible, and should evoke the solemn and mournful atmosphere of a funeral. Also, it would be best if the lyrics include harsh criticism and condemnation of the adulterer and the adulteress."

Xin Yan replied decisively without hesitation, "Don't worry! I've also heard about what happened to Mr. Zhang Rong. I'm disgusted by that evil couple who committed such a heinous act."

Song Yinjian listened to Xin Yan's answer and nodded with satisfaction. "If that's the case, then I won't say much. If this cooperation goes well, we can have a long-term partnership in the future. Also, if there's a suitable opportunity, I'll help you release a music album."

When Xin Yan heard the words "music album," his eyes lit up, and he expressed his sincere gratitude, "Boss Song, you're so kind! From now on, as long as you ask me for a job, I'll definitely take it!"

Song Yinjian's lips curled up slightly. "Okay, then it's settled. I still have some things to take care of, so I'll take my leave now."

"Goodbye!" Xin Yan waved enthusiastically.

After Song Yinjian left, Xin Yan closed the door and couldn't wait to open the purse.

I saw the Mora inside flashing golden light in the dim room, no more, no less, exactly one hundred thousand.

This was the first time she received proper performance fees. In the past, she received very few tips when performing.

Due to financial constraints, she often had to do odd jobs to barely support herself.

Although it was a performance for a funeral, she was still very grateful to Song Yinjian.

Then, she sat down at her old desk, took out a notebook, and wrote the lyrics according to Song Yinjian's requirements.

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After negotiating with Xin Yan, Song Yinjian immediately walked towards a pier at the west port of the city.

Not long after, he found Uncle Tian leisurely fishing in a corner of the pier.

Upon seeing Uncle Tian, ​​Song Yinjian said directly, "Uncle Tian, ​​it's time to do something. Tomorrow, take about ten people to Mr. Zhang's house to perform a ritual."

Chapter 10: Mr. Zhang's Funeral

The reason why Song Yinjian was so polite to Uncle Tian was because this old guy was Tianshu, one of the Seven Stars of Liyue.

In addition, his daughter Huixin is the secretary of Yuehaiting and a well-deserved powerful figure in Liyue.

If Song Yinjian wants to thrive in Liyue's society where relationships are important, he naturally has to handle these relationships well.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of his other senior sister who held a high position.

She was busy all day long and didn't even have time to see him.

When one day I become her master's master, I will definitely let her be my secretary.

Then, the secretary will do it when there is something to do, and if there is nothing to do...

Thinking of this, Song Yinjian unconsciously revealed a lewd and vulgar smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Yinjian?" A somewhat honest voice suddenly came from behind him.

Song Yinjian turned around upon hearing the voice, and what came into his sight was Chongyun, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a gentle smile like the warm spring sun. "It's Chongyun, what a coincidence! I just happened to need your help with something."

Chongyun looked puzzled, his clear eyes filled with curiosity, "What's the matter? Uncle Yinjian."

Song Yinjian said with a smile, "This is what happened. I'm going to hold a funeral tomorrow. The deceased has no descendants, so I hope you can be his temporary descendant. I'll give you a red envelope of 10,000 Mora later."

After hearing this, Chongyun thought for a moment, a look of embarrassment on his face. "Uncle Yinjian, I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow. Xingqiu has already asked me to go to the bookstore to buy novels tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian immediately put on a stern face and acted like an elder. "Chongyun, as an elder, I must say a few words to you. Xingqiu is different from you. He is the son of a wealthy family, and he has everything he wants.

But you are different. Your family’s financial situation is very bad, and your mother’s hair has even turned white because of it.

How can you find the time to play around with him all day long?"

Chongyun hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head sheepishly. "Uncle Yinjian, actually... my mother's hair is naturally white. It's a family trait. It's not from overwork."

Song Yinjian was immediately embarrassed upon hearing this, but he still tried to maintain the dignity of an elder and continued with a straight face, "Uh...this detail is not important. What is important is that your mother works hard all day for the family. As the saying goes, a son wants to support his parents, but they are no longer there."

After hearing this, Chongyun couldn't help but reveal a trace of guilt on his face. "Uncle Yinjian, I understand. I will go to your place to help you tomorrow."

Song Yinjian nodded with satisfaction. "That's right. As a man, you should be the pillar of the family. Uncle won't treat you unfairly. I'll give you a red envelope of 20,000 Mora tomorrow."

Chongyun quickly said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Yinjian, you are so kind!"

Afterwards, Song Yinjian smiled and waved goodbye to Chongyun. He bought some vegetables on the street and returned to his shop.

As soon as I got back to the store, I immediately threw myself into the busy preparations.

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The next day, it was still dark, with only a slight hint of paleness appearing in the sky. The whole world was still immersed in the tranquility before dawn.

Song Yinjian had already gotten up early, pulled the donkey over, and then loaded the items needed for the funeral onto the donkey cart.

Soon, the donkey cart was filled to the brim with various items piled up like a mountain, from funeral wreaths and paper money to utensils needed for the ceremony.

After everything was ready, Song Yinjian came to Shen He's door.

He reached out his hand, knocked on the door twice, and called softly, "Senior Sister."

A moment later, the door slowly opened, and Shen He, who looked like a lonely fairy, appeared in front of him.

She was dressed in a plain white dress, her expression cold and serene, like a fairy from the Moon Palace descending to earth. She exuded an aura that repelled others from a thousand miles away, yet was so beautiful that one could not look away. Ai Liyue Shenhe Song Yinjian said gently, "Senior Sister, I have to go and handle Mr. Zhang's funeral today. There are many things to do, so please help me."

Shen He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Song Yinjian smiled, "Thank you, Senior Sister!"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to set off.

But at this moment, Shen He's voice like an icy spring came from behind: "Junior brother, don't say thank you in the future."

Song Yinjian suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked straight at Shen He. There seemed to be something different in his sight.

Shen He was staring at like this, and for some reason, her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. She closed the door in a panic, leaned against the door, took a few deep breaths, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

Song Yinjian was in a good mood and hummed a cheerful tune.

Not long after, Song Yinjian pulled a donkey cart loaded with funeral supplies and walked side by side with Shen He towards Mr. Zhang's house.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the mansion, they saw Hu Tao and Zhong Li who had been waiting there.

Hu Tao is still as mischievous as ever, while Zhongli is still as calm as a mountain.

Song Yinjian didn't say much, but quickly called the two of them to come over to help.

After the items are moved, a series of tedious and solemn funeral procedures will begin - setting up the mourning hall, dressing the deceased in shrouds and burying the body.

During this process, Zhongli helped while observing Song Yinjian's every move.

He was surprised to find that although Song Yinjian looked young, he was very familiar with funeral matters.

Each step was methodical, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, and was perfect.

Especially during the coffining process, Song Yinjian was very skilled, with gentle and precise movements. Zhang Yuanwai's face, which was originally twisted and stiff due to pain, gradually became peaceful and harmonious under his careful arrangement, as if all the suffering had left the deceased, leaving only tranquility.

Even Hu Tao, who had always despised Song Yinjian's character, couldn't help but secretly admire his attainments in funeral ceremonies.