In the hospital room.
Su Chen sat on a stool beside the bed.
Mr. Zhong's enthusiastic attitude truly caught Su Chen off guard.
Maintaining a professional spirit of service, he quickly handed the price list he had prepared in advance to Zhong Youcai, who was sitting on the hospital bed.
Zhong Youcai took the price list and looked over the listed prices and corresponding services.
Sure enough, every service was appealing. The text message had not been exaggerating. If such a service appeared at a funeral, everyone present would surely question what kind of life the deceased had lived.
After all, what ordinary person's funeral would have something like this?
His old hand holding the price list trembled slightly as his gaze roamed over the entire sheet. Nearly every price point had a corresponding service. Based on Zhong Youcai's current savings, he had a certain amount of financial means; customizing a service worth one hundred thousand, or even two hundred thousand, would not be too difficult. However, what he wanted was a mysterious and terrifying funeral. A few impressive scenes would be enough—there was no need to buy a package with such a high configuration.
After weighing it over and over, he realized he should either buy the most expensive one or choose a more affordable option.
The middle-tier packages, neither cheap nor extravagant, seemed unnecessary instead.
Deep down, he definitely wanted to experience the grandeur and spectacle of the strongest, most expensive service, but he did not have such terrifying savings, so he automatically ruled it out.
The cheapest was the ninety-nine-yuan service. It felt somewhat like a trial card and looked a little shabby.
In that case, the most suitable option for him should be the services priced around ten thousand yuan.
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