After the funeral in the morning, the Fan family was busy with the finishing touches for the entire afternoon.
Some things should be removed or dismantled.
Fan Huai was also busy.
Many guests and friends left, and he needed to greet them.
Let's not talk about how his grandfather's funeral was.
Fan Huai tried his best not to think about whether it was lively or not.
But at least it was completed.
Since the funeral was over, he planned to leave overnight.
Speaking of which...
Until now, he still felt that the Fan family was looking at him strangely.
In the evening, his assistant showed him a few Weibo posts.
It was the Weibo posts that were linked to Fatty Xing Lin.
"Remove the hype! He deleted the post! No matter how much it costs!"
Fan Huai almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had not arranged the suona properly previously, and the people in town had seen it as a joke.
He could still accept it!
But now, everyone in China was discussing this matter.
Rather than saying that he was giving pointers to Fan Huai's deceased grandfather, it was more like slapping his face!
"Ten million to buy grandpa's reputation, Fan Huai is really rich.”
"Previously, it was all about seeing the living person's persona collapse. Can the dead person's persona also jump?”
"If it's true, then it'll be the biggest joke in the entertainment industry.”
"I heard that the suona craftsman, Su Ming, is going to play the suona tomorrow.”
" Who's the one creating hype? Interesting…"
There were more and more comments like this!
As the saying went, money could make the world go round.
Although it was not useful at times, it was useful at times.
At around 10 pm, Weibo's popularity died down.
There weren't many posts discussing this matter left.
But Fan Huai did not relax.
Because the Fan family's funeral had ended.
However, Su Ming had promised to give him four, and the old principal's funeral was about to begin.
Even at this time.
Fan Huai still felt that Su Ming could not boast about all birds paying homage to the phoenix!
Ten million Chinese dollars, and the time it took to play a tune.
Only a fool wouldn't want it!
As for the so-called rejection of the villa mentioned in the post.
What old cripple didn't agree to the mine owner's request and had his leg broken?
Did he really think he was a fool?
In a small place like Xing Town, what kind of concept was ten million?
It could only be played like this in movies.
As for reality, forget it!
However, he was actually a little curious about Su Ming's performance tomorrow.
At the very least, he wanted to know what was the difference between the suona he had hired and the Su Family's class!
Besides, he was afraid that someone would ask Su Ming about it.
This kid was spouting nonsense again.
Then all his efforts would be in vain.
Therefore, he asked his assistant to greet the people in charge of some platforms and the media he was familiar with.
Even after doing all this, he still couldn't feel at ease.
He decided to stay.
How could a small suona craftsman in Apricot Town be able to find flowers in his palm?
In addition to removing the popularity, Fan Huai had spent nearly 20 million yuan!
Of course, the effect was also obvious.
Not only was the popularity gone, but some of the mainstream media and platform managers were also shocked.
He also expressed that he would help him take note!
After doing all this, Fan Huai should be able to sleep peacefully.
However, he didn't.
The moment he closed his eyes, the black-and-white photo of his grandfather appeared in his mind.
At first, he was smiling, but later on, the expression on his face became ferocious.
It was as if she was blaming him for making his funeral like this.
He was still not sleepy even though he had been torturing himself for most of the night.
…………
He didn't sleep at all.
In Apricot Town, there were also people from the old principal's mourning hall.
The old principal's funeral was tomorrow.
The last night of the wake.
Everyone paid special attention to it. Almost everyone endured their sleepiness and did their last bit of filial piety for the old man.
Among these people, other than the descendants of the old principal, there were only a few people.
Not only were there former students of the old principal, but there were also many people who had received the old principal's favor.
Some of these people were from nearby villages.
Some of them were from other cities and had rushed over overnight after hearing the news of the old principal's passing.
Perhaps the old principal had done too many good deeds when he was alive.
At this moment.
Other than the temporary mourning hall in the abandoned school halfway up the mountain.
More people were standing outside.
There were hundreds of them!
In addition, there was a big family in the old school.
Although the old principal did not have many descendants, there were many juniors in the sect.
Everyone spontaneously stayed behind to greet the people who had come to attend the old man's funeral.
Pouring tea, handing cigarettes, and boiling water all required manpower.
This was also etiquette and a rule.
Therefore, the number of people attending the funeral was no less than the number of people attending the Fan family's funeral.
But it was different from the Fan family's funeral.
Not only did the temporary mourning hall look very simple and crude.
The old school next door was also in ruins, but there were many wreaths on the old wall.
Moreover, unlike the Fan family's funeral.
The old principal's funeral was not very lively.
There was only solemnity, grief, and nostalgia…
The night was long and cold.
But in the end, a new day arrived.
Number 11!
The day of the old headmaster's funeral came along with the rising sun…
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