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Chapter 767 Funeral

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    14,800 yuan.

    Where is 10,000? This is 15,000!

    Last night, at Douzi¡¯s mother¡¯s urging, he went to Situ Hai to ask for money for medical treatment, but Situ Hai refused directly because the money from the mineral deposits had not been paid yet.

    You know, he only wanted this month¡¯s salary last night!

    You can¡¯t get a salary of several thousand yuan, but you spend 15,000 yuan on flowers?  ?

    "That's not all." Xixi continued: "The carpenter who builds a house next door to me said that Mr. Situ Hai wants to build a large villa with a garden, and he can't afford it for just a few million."

    "How many millions?!" Dad Douzi almost couldn't find his voice. He asked with a trembling voice: "Are you telling the truth?"

    "How can this be false? The news has spread throughout the town, and the mayor even wants to visit in person."

    Dad Douzi fell into silence, his face extremely ugly.

    Finally arriving at Situ Hai¡¯s house, Douzi¡¯s father looked at the splendidly decorated funeral scene. He didn¡¯t go in for a moment, and only said: ¡°Little girl, this is it, you go in.¡±

    "Thank you, uncle." Xixi nodded with a smile and came in with the bill.

    After a while, Xixi came out and found Dad Douzi still standing there.

    She deliberately walked over and said, "Huh? Uncle, I've collected the money, why haven't you come in yet? Didn't you say you were coming to attend the funeral?"

    "I-I'll be in in a minute." Douzi's father stared at the bill in Xixi's hand, his feet seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't walk at all.

    At the same time, he felt that his heart was getting colder little by little. If the fire was extinguished, it would never come back again.

    This is a complete loss of trust in Situ Hai.

    Xixi observed the expression on Dad Douzi¡¯s face and left without saying anything more.

    Dad Douzi stood at the door for a long time. Finally, he took a deep look at the door of Situ Hai's house, turned around and walked towards the village chief's house.

    About half an hour later, the scheduled time for the funeral had arrived.

    Situ Hai walked to the front yard where the funeral was held, but found that none of the villagers he called came.

    "What's going on?" Situ Hai asked the bodyguard, "Why hasn't anyone come yet? Didn't you notify everyone?"

    The bodyguard shook his head and said: "According to your instructions, we have notified each household. But a few people came just now and left again for some reason, and no one came again after that."

    Situ Hai suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. Could it be that those people wanted to take this opportunity to cause trouble?

    But Situ Hai quickly ignored this feeling.

    How could a group of uneducated fools cause trouble?

    "What the hell are they doing? The auspicious time is almost here, and they are still dragging their feet!" Situ Haihei said with a stern face: "You all go out and call people, tell them, my mother's funeral, no matter what they have on hand  , they all must come here!¡±

    "yes!"

    The bodyguard responded and was about to leave, but at this moment, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps.

    Listening to this movement, it seems that hundreds of people have arrived.

    Situ Hai looked up and saw a huge crowd walking towards the front yard.

    He breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "I knew they didn't dare not come."

    Not only did they all come, but they also came together. This gave him enough face!

    Situ Hai was very pleased with himself and stepped forward with a smile on his face.

    "Everyone is here. Come on, the time is coming. Let's put on mourning clothes."

    According to the rules of Situ¡¯s hometown, guests coming to the funeral must also wear white hats made by the host, which is regarded as wearing mourning clothes.

    However, after Situ Hai finished speaking, he finally felt something was wrong.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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