If he could, Su Chen wanted to take on both funerals.
The system's selections surely each had their own special qualities.
Unfortunately, he could only choose one system-provided service.
Faced with the temptation of ten million yuan, Su Chen firmly shook his head:
"Who could resist that?"
He was offering far too much~
At the hospital.
Inside a private ward, Zhong Youcai stood by the window, his deeply wrinkled face somewhat pale.
His stooped figure stood before the window, looking somewhat lonely.
A huge pile of nutritional supplements and fruit had been stacked beside the bed, and plenty of flowers had been sent too, yet he alone had been left in the ward.
"Ah!"
His cloudy eyes looked out at the scenery beyond the window, his heart filled with intertwined loneliness and desolation.
The pain and illness coursing through his body already foretold that he did not have much time left.
The boy who had left his hometown at twelve to prove himself had, in the blink of an eye, become a frail old man.
He had been born poor, and there had been many children in the family. He dropped out of school early. To keep others from looking down on him, he left the village at twelve and went to the city to earn money. At twelve, he was weaker than others and had no connections to help him. He had ventured out relying entirely on his courage.
He had encountered human traffickers and benefactors alike. He had nearly starved to death, and kind-hearted people had taken him in. He persevered through that difficult journey, weathered countless setbacks and blows, and at twenty-six, successfully started his own company. It was not large, only moderately successful in the county town, but through his careful management and relentless persistence, it