Under the blazing sun on that sweltering day, the girl's radiant smile actually scared Paul into a cold sweat.
What funeral business in the world advertised so brazenly? Buy one, get one free? Who was the free one for?!
Could you even stockpile coffins?
That wasn't the sort of thing you gave away, boss!
"Hey! You've got a good eye, dear customer. I'm Hu Tao, the seventy-seventh director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, or the boss, as you'd call me."
"We only opened today, and you've already come to give us your business! What a happy coincidence! Tell you what, I'll give you sixty-five percent off everything you spend here! And upgrade you straight to our Gold VIP tier. How does that sound?"
Hu Tao tugged Paul toward her shop, frightening him badly.
He had nothing against establishments like this, but the girl was far too enthusiastic. There was something eerie about that enthusiasm. Paul glanced inside the shop and suddenly caught a white shape flashing past out of the corner of his eye.
What was that thing?
Alarm bells immediately rang in Paul's head. He hurriedly tried to pull his arm free of Hu Tao's grip, only to discover that he couldn't budge an inch.
What was going on?
Paul was horrified, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Ah! I-I-I'm not going in!"
"You've got the wrong idea! I'm here for the Northland Bank!!"
At his words, Hu Tao stopped tugging his arm, her disappointment plain on her face.
"Oh, you must be here to get a loan from the Northland Bank."
"Yes, yes!"
Paul quickly slipped his arm out of her hand and hastily explained, "My daughter's sick. I wanted to get a bank loan to pay her medical bills."
"Hmm..."
Hu Tao sighed, her shoulders drooping, and