Around half past twelve at noon, a series of cars arrived from the direction of the city and entered Fushou Garden.
The vehicles parked in rows, with dozens of them, including quite a few luxury cars. The scene was quite grand, and the people who alighted were all social elites, wealthy and successful individuals.
In just a short moment,
nearly a hundred people in black attire, some with white flowers on their chests, gathered on the open ground, apparently here to attend a funeral.
Before this group arrived, the earlier staff had already set up the temporary memorial hall.
"These rich people are such a hassle, even now they're insisting on a farewell ceremony, wasting several hours for no good reason; don't they consider other people at all?"
Not far away, Sun Rui came hobbling over, clutching his palm, speaking impatiently.
"Don't say that. When someone dies, they need to go through the proper procedures,"