Hu Yang Provincial City, East Mountain Funeral Home.
The largest crematorium in the entire province, fully equipped with even the highest standards commonly seen.
In recent years, business has been booming, indescribable!
As long as it's about money, as long as it's business, human creativity is endless!
Funeral services are a field of study, now that some universities have even started offering specialized programs, with quite high admission scores.
Funeral services are a business, because dealing with death is as important as dealing with life. It is an ancient tradition, and people care about this. A grand and dignified burial is far better than a hasty, unmarked interment, isn't it? It gives some peace of mind to the living.
The funeral home is an institution, ah, a cushy unit. Anyway, some people have even come to blows over the position of funeral home director.
It turns out, this place offers easy work, with good welfare benefits! Setting aside ghostly metaphysics, how many people are clamoring to squeeze in? Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Today's East Mountain Funeral Home has quieted down, lacking its usual bustle, with cars coming and going and funerals happening one after another, accompanied by incessant drumming and music.
The bodies that should have been processed in the morning or the deceased who were to be handled in the afternoon, regardless of whether an auspicious day was chosen or not, are all kept on ice for now.
The crematorium furnace has been unanimously shut down, officially for maintenance. The notice has been out for some time – whether the public believes it or not doesn't matter, we have other matters to attend to!
The local powerful, the hidden elite families want to hold a funeral, and common folks mustn't disturb them. For now, this place is theirs. They call the shots in this world, haha...
The quiet East Mountain Funeral Home nevertheless exudes an unusual solemnity and gravity, setting the atmosphere just right.
When Liu Zhizhong arrived by taxi, ah, he could only get out at the main gate.
Fortunately, Zheng Family Members inside were responsible for receiving guests, and someone drove over a specialized funeral home electric shuttle to pick up Liu Zhizhong and take him straight inside.
Liu Zhizhong didn't drive his own car – Big Lao had allowed Feng Xiaoyue to take it to the airport to pick up Xiang Wenhua.
He had just learned yesterday from Old Secretary Li, the importance of keeping a low profile, which was an absolute must, and to be cautious! That's why he took a taxi.
Riding in the electric shuttle, he occasionally saw high-end luxury cars driving past, either entering or exiting.
The identities of the people in those luxury cars, those who know understand, those who don't, well, we can't say too much, nor dare to speak at length.
The entire funeral home had been uniformly decorated. Starting from the main gate, white and yellow flowers were everywhere.
Anyone who came to attend the funeral and farewell ceremony, wherever their eyes fell, they saw this decoration – the atmosphere for sending off the deceased and praying for the living was taken to the extreme.
Everywhere there were guards in full military attire, armed and masked, with a strong and frightening presence. Whether they were protecting the family of the deceased or the guests, it was hard to say, and best left unsaid.
You could tell, the scale of Zheng Sanjing's funeral and farewell ceremony was unprecedentedly high, and that was appropriate.
By the time Liu Zhizhong arrived at the largest hall of the East Mountain Funeral Home, he was completely stunned.
Was this the "small-scale" farewell meeting we had been told about?
The parking lot outside the hall was already filled with no less than a hundred luxury cars.
Indeed, the scale was "small," since it hadn't reached several hundred to a thousand luxury cars, right?
Some of these luxury cars had their engines running with the air conditioning on, clearly with people sitting inside.
A few, however, had their engines off, clearly indicating their owners had alighted and gone into the hall.
At the hall, white and yellow flowers were even more abundant.
At the entrance of the hall, masked guards stood upright, guns in hand, eight on each side – this scene was more than sufficient.
Inside the entrance, the main family was easily recognizable, Zheng Sanjing's parents and younger sister, along with Feng Xiaoyue, all dressed differently, signifying the family's mourning.
Zheng Sanjing's younger sister was quite charming, though a bit haggard, slightly more so than her sister-in-law. But that didn't hide the fact that the Zheng family's daughter was also a stunning beauty!
There was also Mr. Zheng, sitting in a wheelchair, with white hair – the white-haired sending off the black-haired, alas…
The main family was inside the entrance of the hall, welcoming those who had come to offer their condolences – um, a "small-scale" gathering, heh…
Just as Liu Zhizhong was about to follow protocol, first meeting with the main family to offer comfort and condolences, then to pay respects to the deceased with incense, a sudden announcement through the loudspeakers outside the hall bewildered him and shocked him. He quickly stepped aside to look, because…