He said so, and the people of the property have nothing to say.


    At least Zhao Yongan is also a famous professor. Even if he loses both fame and wealth in old age, there is no denying his previous contributions.


    If a person like this doesn''t even have a person to deal with his own affairs, it''s too sad to let people see it.


    So Huo Bufan is willing to take the lead, and the property is also happy to see its success.


    As for the storage of items, as Huo Bufan said, you can find someone to do it.


    Subsequently, led by the community and the property, the doctor didn''t say much and put the body down.


    After the low-temperature crystal coffin was pulled, the old man''s body was put in. At the same time, the funeral home specially sent someone to help set up a mourning shed.


    I found an old photo of Zhao Yongan in the house and enlarged it to make a posthumous photo.


    Everything seems to be in order. Many people living in the community come to watch the excitement or see if there is anything they can help.


    Whether Zhao Yongan is a professor or not, at least he lives in this community. An old man dies and doesn''t even have a seeing off child. It''s easy to arouse others'' sympathy.


    Huo Bufan didn''t wear hemp and filial piety because he thought he was not qualified to replace Zhao Yongan''s children and grandchildren.


    Standing in front of the mourning hall, Huo Bufan was the first to give three incense sticks and burn two handfuls of paper money.


    Ning Xueqing came with Tangtang after she got the news.


    Huo Bufan led the little girl to the Lingpeng and said, "burn some paper for grandpa and knock three heads."


    Tangtang was obedient. She went to the earthen basin and looked at the photos on the table. She was not afraid at all.


    Huo Bufan stood by and said to the body in the crystal coffin, "Sir, my daughter came a step late and didn''t let you see it with your own eyes. I asked her to knock your head three times and shout Grandpa. She has the right to make amends. Don''t worry, I won''t forget anything I''ve told you. "


    Ning Xueqing stood beside him and looked at her husband''s seemingly calm appearance. She slowly stretched out her hand and held Huo Bufan''s fist.


    When he spoke, Huo Bufan held his hand tightly, which showed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.


    Without too much comfort, Ning Xueqing knows that Huo Bufan respects the old man. At present, when the old man dies, his sadness is inevitable.


    Not to mention others, even if it was her, she didn''t have much communication with Zhao Yongan, but she felt very sad to see such a respectable old man die without anyone''s attention.


    People who come to burn paper are basically community residents.


    When they come, they always look aside and look at the man sitting cross legged on the ground and carefully grinding a few pieces of wood.


    We all know that this man has a good relationship with Zhao Yongan. He is the first to take charge of the affairs behind the old professor. Such friendship is admirable.


    Every person who came to burn paper, Huo Bufan would bend down slightly and continue to put into the rest of the wood.


    At this time yesterday, he just wanted to get the wooden box out quickly. The workmanship was not very good. But now, he has a lot of time. If he wants to come, the old man won''t be too anxious.


    Therefore, he wants to do his best to make the wooden box more perfect.


    The third hour after the establishment of the mourning shed, a middle-aged man in a suit and eyes came in.


    He looked at Huo Bufan and asked, "are you responsible for the affairs behind Professor Zhao?"


    Huo Bufan looked at him and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    "Hello, my name is Dong Liangcai. I was a lawyer hired by Professor Zhao." The middle-aged man said, took out a document from his handbag and said, "I have a will here, which was also left by the professor before his death. I specially asked the first person to handle the affairs behind him to undertake it. To put it simply, you are his successor if you do these things for the professor. "


    The middle-aged man handed over the document, but Huo Bufan didn''t mean to take it.


    He did this not to inherit Zhao Yongan''s legacy, but to ease his guilt.


    Huo Bufan''s delay made the middle-aged man a little embarrassed. He had to take the document back and said, "it doesn''t matter if you don''t answer. The content of the will was confirmed by me and the professor face to face and notarized. It has legal effect. According to the contents of the will, you will inherit all the assets under the professor''s name, including the house, the homestead of the old house, which is stored in the safe of the Bank of China, with a total value of about 400 million antique stationery. In addition, the will requires that all cash must be donated to the hope project through legal procedures, and I am responsible for supervising the process. Finally, Professor Zhao specially called me two days ago and said, "if you''re the one who''s behind him, tell him about it."


    When the middle-aged lawyer mentioned those heritages, Huo Bufan didn''t look up and didn''t even stop his movements.


    Unlike Ning Xueqing, people are a little silly. The house in the community is nothing, which is worth 1.8 million, but the homestead of the old house is expensive.


    It covers a large area and is also the main urban area. It is said that some developers had to spend 300 million to buy it, but the old man didn''t sell it.


    And antique stationery with a total value of about 400 million?


    Didn''t he say that all his antiques were burned down with the old house?


    This is the real big pie falling from the sky. Ning Xueqing is a little confused.


    Huo Bufan looked at the middle-aged lawyer and asked, "what did the professor tell you?"


    Dong Liangcai, a middle-aged lawyer, looked at the wood in Huo Bufan''s hand and said, "Professor Zhao asked me to tell you. I hope you can learn how to fill this wooden box with water one day."


    Huo Bufan was stunned. This sentence is strange and difficult to understand.


    The wooden box filled with water looks strange, but it''s not too difficult in fact. In ancient times, there was no tin bucket. Wooden buckets were used to hold water.


    As long as the process is fine enough, there will be no gap in the barrel.


    But Huo Bufan knew that Zhao Yongan''s words were definitely not to let him use the wooden box as a bucket.


    This sentence should be telling him some philosophy of life.


    It''s just that the professor''s words are too complex for people to understand for a time.


    Dong Liangcai saw Huo Bufan''s doubts, shrugged and said, "don''t ask me. I don''t know what Professor Zhao meant. He just asked me to tell you."


    Huo Bufan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "give me the will and all kinds of documents."


    Dong Liangcai didn''t hesitate. According to his words, he gave him the things, and then asked: "if you want to change these things into cash, I know several good auction houses, including homestead..."


    "I didn''t say I wanted to sell." Huo Bufan looked at him and said, "I won''t sell now and I won''t sell in the future."


    "Then these things..."


    "They used to be professors, but they will still be. The old man has no descendants and no one inherits. I won''t be greedy for this cheap. These things will always belong to him. I will build a small museum on the homestead, put all the antique stationery for people to watch, and let all those who come to watch remember that there was an old man named Zhao Yongan in this world. " Huo Bufan said firmly.


    In the eyes of ordinary people, cardiac arrest is death.


    In the eyes of doctors, brain waves disappear even if they die.


    In the eyes of philosophers, only a person who is really forgotten by history, no longer has any traces left in the world, and no one will mention his name, that is really dead.


    Huo Bufan thinks he is not a philosopher, but he thinks Zhao Yongan is.


    Therefore, a philosopher should not want to be forgotten.


    He wants to build a pure land for Zhao Yongan and keep his name in the long river of history as much as possible.


    Money is completely unimportant to the former young master of the Huo family. What is really important is to find their own survival significance in this new life.


    Ning Xueqing sat beside her. She looked into Huo Bufan''s eyes, gradually with strong worship.


    This is my husband, a man who is not greedy for money.


    A person who is indifferent to the hundreds of millions of money sent to his door, can you say he is not noble?


    Before that, Ning Xueqing had never seen a noble person. What she could see and even heard about were laymen.


    Huo Bufan, beyond this level, is something she has never seen or heard of.


    She felt lucky that such a person was her husband.


    To be this man''s wife, she felt that she might have really saved the banking system in her last life.