Since they had decided to wait and see, everyone found a hotel to stay at first.
In the car, Hu Yong said, "Brother Chu, that staff member just said the Yuan family still owes some money. If they don't pay, Yuan Dazhong's son will have to stay in prison even longer. Do you think his son might sell those materials to raise the money?"
Generally speaking, ordinary people wouldn't sell off the things left behind by an elder who had just passed away. But there were plenty of foolish people in the real world. On top of that, their son was still in prison, and as parents, they were bound to be anxious. If someone offered a high price, they might really sell them.
Thinking of this, Chu Chen said to Zuo Shan, who was driving, "Let's go to the address they gave us and take a look first."
Zuo Shan acknowledged him, then drove toward the address provided by the neighborhood committee under the guidance of the GPS.
After roughly forty or fifty minutes, the car passed through the city and stopped at the entrance of a village on the outskirts of Gu City. Yuan Dazhong's wife, children, and the others were currently living in this village. It was said that the farmhouse had been left to them by Yuan Dazhong's father-in-law when he died. Otherwise, they would still have to rent a place to live.
"Huh? Could we have gotten it wrong? Why can't we even hear any funeral music?" Hu Yong asked in puzzlement.
Zuo Shan was speechless. "Their family is already in this state. Do you think they can still afford to hire a military band?"
"That's true." Hu Yong scratched his head. "Should we go over and take a look now? But once we get