As the village's wealthiest man and the Dong family's eldest son, Dong Mingshan's words were quite influential.
Even though the villagers felt uneasy, this was the Dong family's business, after all.
In addition, Dong Mingshan had invested a lot of money in the village and held shares in many of the village enterprises.
Finally, under Dong Mingshan's insistence, the funeral ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner.
"If you don't listen to people's advice, disaster will come!!!"
Daoist Yunxiao stomped his feet as he watched the funeral procession gradually leave.
Burial, monument, worship...
After a series of procedures, it was already afternoon.
At around 4 p.m., Dong Mingshan personally drove Chen Yu back to the psychological treatment room.
"After this matter ends, they might not appreciate your kindness."
"Therefore, you have to be mentally prepared."
