Pay 99 yuan: create a mysterious funeral for you

Chapter 281 Han Lang Orders a Set Meal
"Even saving this little money, oh!"

After helping Han Lang out of the hospital, the nurse couldn't help but look back at his old body.

It's gradually drifting away.

He was still holding tightly onto the bag of trash he had picked up.

He left the hospital stubbornly and resolutely, deciding to give up treatment.

"Eh!"

"Xiao He, where is the old patient with convulsions all over his body?"

At this time, a doctor came over with a list in his hand and asked with a frown.

I just went to the ward and didn't see my patients.

"That old man was afraid of spending money, so he sneaked away! I couldn't stop him!"

Nurse Xiao He pointed at the door and explained.

"That's it again!"

Hearing this, the doctor looked at the door with complicated eyes.

"again?"

Xiao He grasped the key point.

Why say 'again'?
"This isn't the first time. Every time he faints and is sent to the hospital, he leaves immediately after waking up!"

"Don't let us treat it at all!"

"If you keep going like this, sooner or later... Alas!"

The doctor sighed and turned away to do other things.

He slowly put down the list in his hand.

Han Lang was walking down the street, holding a scavenging bag in his hand.

His face regained some color, he found a place to sit, leaned against a chair, and took out some noodles from his scavenger bag.

I opened the plastic bag and luckily, only some soup was spilled.

Slurp,

Slip.

The hunger in his stomach prompted him to eat quickly, swallowing the noodles mouthful after mouthful.

This was his only meal of the day.

In this way, even if the income comes only from scavenging, a lot of money can be saved.

The market price was better in the past few years and I made a lot of money.

Especially during the epidemic, the prices of bottles, cans, cardboards, etc. have also increased a lot.

I know that medical treatment is expensive and cannot cure my epilepsy.

He was sent to the hospital many times, but he would escape as if he was escaping, fearing that he would spend money on treatment.

As for the money he saved, he donated it all to poor children.

Han Lang, who was born in an orphanage, can best understand the misery of those poor children. Although his own situation cannot be changed now, he can try his best to help them not to repeat the same mistakes and experience the pain he has experienced.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt like he had endless energy.

Do good things, be a good person, and be a useful person.

These are the words of the director of the orphanage who adopted me.

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My health has been deteriorating recently, and I have been unconscious more and more often.

Han Lang had a premonition that he might not live long.

After devouring the pasta, he sat there in a daze for a moment and walked on the street in a trance.

For no reason, I suddenly thought about what it would be like if I were really going to die.

Will the children that I have been supporting blame me for not continuing to donate?

I heard from the charity that the kid they sponsored was only in the sixth grade.

It's a girl.

I still don't know her name or what she looks like.
On both sides of the street, there are windows filled with dazzling displays of goods.

People walking on the street are dressed neatly, decently and fashionably.

All this seemed out of place with his simple attire, which included a scavenger bag.

He lowered his head in a somewhat inferior manner, as if he were inferior to others.

At this time,

He stopped in front of a store and slowly raised his head, looking at the ancient words on the door plaque:

Su’s Funeral Company!

Is this fate?
Or is it a sign?

Just when I thought that I might not live long, I encountered this funeral company?
He poked his head in and saw that the decorations inside were not simple, but very high-end and classy. I'm afraid the price is not cheap.

Thinking of this, he quickly retracted his foot that was stretching towards the store, and instead used his mobile phone to write down the phone number next to the door plaque.

He hid in a secluded corner, carefully took out his cell phone, and pressed the dial button.

"Hey!"

As soon as the trembling voice came out, the other party's voice immediately responded:
"Hello! This is Su's Funeral Company!"

"Hey, hello, I want to ask how much does it cost for my funeral?"

Han Lang asked somewhat stumblingly.

Su Chen's voice came out:
"We have a professional funeral team, and we have various funeral prices, the cheapest is ninety-nine yuan!"

"Ninety-nine dollars for a funeral? How much for the burial?"

Han Lang licked his dry lips and asked embarrassedly.

It is not enough to just attend the funeral. After all, I have no descendants and no one will carry my coffin to the ground.

"You can come into the store, or I can come to you and we can discuss the details and corresponding prices."

Su Chen was silent for a moment and then spoke.

In this way,
It was Han Lang's turn to be silent. He subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, which was badly worn out.

Think again of that high-end decorated funeral parlor.

I always feel it’s not quite right.

When you are struggling inside,
Su Chen's words came out from the phone again, adding:

"If you have any difficulties, we can take care of your funeral for 99 yuan! We will cover the burial and the funeral! Please provide us with your information so that we can help you arrange your funeral as soon as possible!"

"Ninety-nine dollars?"

"Yes, ninety-nine yuan!"

"Okay! Then I'll go to your store now!"

"Yeah, I'm here, you can come right over!"

After getting a positive answer, Han Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

call!
What a bargain!

It's so cheap to bury it, put it in the ground, and there will be people to attend the funeral. This is great!

The boss is a good man!

After giving Su Chen a high evaluation in his heart, Han Lang returned to the store of Su's Funeral Company.

He tugged at the corner of his clothes, trying to make himself look more prominent.

Then walked in.

"Welcome, old sir!"

Su Chen greeted him with a smile. He was dressed in casual clothes and looked particularly approachable.

There is no trace of nobility that isolates the poor.

After the two parties agreed on the matters and signed a contract for ninety-nine yuan, Han Lang handed him the cash.

The package order is considered successful.

According to his request, he would be cremated after death and buried in free land.

Qingyang County is developing rapidly, but not completely.

There are still places where you can bury and erect tombstones for free.

Su Chen, who now owns a funeral home, was not worried about the additional expenses and took it over immediately.

There aren't many people who deserve a ninety-nine-dollar funeral package.

Most of them are customers that the system has secretly followed.

Even if you have not made any great contribution to the country, you have still made some contribution to the society or the people around you.

honourable.

I just don’t know the story behind this old scavenger.

After the matter was settled, Han Lang had no intention of staying and simply walked out of the store, picked up the scavenging bag outside the store and left.

He wanted to visit the children he had been sponsoring.

It can be considered as a farewell.

There is an explanation.

Inside the store,
Su Chen was a little surprised when he received the package ordering reminder sound from the system.

Another special package!
Old man, there is less than a day left. It seems we must start preparing immediately.

I immediately called the funeral home and asked Uncle Quan and the others to get ready.