Pay 100,000 yuan. On the day of the funeral, rain would fall without cease. A Chinese-style Hongqi Car would appear at the funeral site. At your funeral, three thousand black-clad people holding umbrellas, three elderly men in black Zhongshan suits, and two women with tears in their eyes would pay their respects at your gravestone!
After Su Chen left the hospital room, he ran into a heavily bundled-up man by the elevator. Carrying a few things, the man hurried toward Zhong Youcai's hospital room.
As if afraid someone would recognize his face, he wore a mask, hat, and scarf. He had even deliberately padded himself with extra layers of clothing.
His face and true build were completely impossible to make out.
Su Chen could roughly guess who he was. He was probably Mr. Zhong's celebrity grandson. The man was filial enough to put aside all his work to care for Mr. Zhong. That decision would likely affect his future acting career. By the time he returned, the public might have long forgotten him, and his original resource placements would likely have been taken by new idols.
Internet celebrities like him had short career spans, but even a brief period of popularity was enough to earn salaries that drove people mad.
It seemed Mr. Zhong's family upbringing was quite good.
Before long, Su Chen left the hospital.
He planned to return to the shop and exchange for mission supplies through the system.
This system had many restrictions. Every time, he had to return to the shop before he could use some of its functions.
Once he left the shop, it was as though the system vanished without a trace.
So, he had to prepare everything in the shop and acquire all the necessary items before waiting to complete Mr. Zhong's mission