"San Shui, when did you get back?"
"San Shui, your Elder Uncle's been talking about you all this time. I told him you must have gone traveling with your girlfriend. When are you getting married and holding the wedding banquet?"
"San Shui, have you heard? Someone bought the Fushou Funeral Center, but it's been closed lately. No one knows what's going on."
"San Shui..."
Chen Miao had returned late the previous night, so aside from the gatekeeper and Blackie the dog, no one knew he was back.
As soon as he appeared in the cafeteria that morning, everyone came over to greet him, one after another.
Besides feeling their warmth, Chen Miao also picked up some information.
In the office, Chen Miao poured Luo Zhiyong a cup of tea and asked about it.
"I don't know the details, but it really has been sold. As for why it hasn't opened for business lately, I don't know that either."
"Because of this, our funeral home's been running at almost full capacity. All twelve refrigerated cabinets in Cold Storage are full of guests, and even the Morgue that Shi Manman used before has bodies in it now. Even so, some people couldn't wait for a space to open up and had no choice but to go elsewhere."
After hearing Luo Zhiyong's explanation, Chen Miao frowned slightly.
To be honest, Chen Miao had never expected something like this to happen.
When he first took over the Tianmen Funeral Home, Chen Miao had thought their income would be much higher without the Fushou Funeral Center around.
Now, it seemed that losing the Fushou Funeral Center wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Years ago, before Fortune and Longevity came to Tianmen County, the Tianmen Funeral Home had managed because quite a few people still chose burial.