Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1082 - 527: Professional Team (Part 2)

After all, Luo Jun's attention to his own funeral surpasses everything Qin Huai has ever seen.

"I don't know," Luo Jun said blandly. "Maybe sixty years ago I was looking forward to death, perhaps even twenty years ago, and maybe even a little ten years ago, but now..."

"I just want to finish watching this drama before I die. Nowadays, these terrible TV series update so slowly; only a few episodes per week. Who do they want to exhaust to death?"

The two people in the back row, gnawing on duck claws, silently slowed down their actions and became completely silent, creating a quiet backdrop of duck claw gnawing.

Qin Huai knew that, even though Luo Jun was near the end of his life, he continued to choose avoidance.

If he only avoids, the tribulation will never succeed.

Luo Jun saw through Qin Huai's thoughts and said disdainfully, "Don't even think about it. Cooking and completing tasks is your business; overcoming tribulations is mine. Just do your thing. Don't try to meddle in my affairs."

"Every day, you want me to successfully overcome tribulations. What benefit does it have for you if I succeed?"

Qin Huai said very honestly, "If you succeed in overcoming tribulations, you won't be reincarnated after you die, and I can inherit all your estate without waiting decades to return part to you."

Luo Jun: ...

Zhao Cheng'an opened his mouth wide in surprise and exclaimed, "Is that really possible? If Luo Jun succeeds in overcoming tribulations, do we no longer have to regularly visit his grave, since he won't see it anyway?"

Luo Jun: ...?

"The first thing I'll do after successfully overcoming tribulations is spray you dead with fire," Luo Jun turned back angrily at Zhao Cheng'an.

Zhao Cheng'an fearfully shrunk his neck. He is probably the only spirit truly afraid of Bi fang; Qin Huai always thought Zhao Cheng'an's fear stems from never paying attention during tea talks, always zoning out, and not being familiar with Luo Jun, only having pure stereotypes of Bi fang.

Shi Dadan quickly comforted, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Zhao, Luo Jun often says that. According to his order of spraying people to death, he would spray Chen Huihong first, then Cheng Gong, next would be me and Gong Liang, and you'd be last."

"I'm thick-skinned and fire-resistant; I won't die easily."

Dang Kang's sincerity was touching.

Luo Jun was almost infuriated by the two duck claw gnawers in the back row. To ensure his trip to the funeral home wouldn't be in vain, he simply closed his eyes, ignoring them, and went to sleep.

As for whether he was truly asleep, no one knew, and no one dared disturb Luo Jun while he slept.

When Qin Huai drove to the funeral home's parking lot, it happened to be 2 p.m. Cheng Gong arrived two minutes earlier than Qin Huai, while Qu Jing arrived fifteen minutes earlier.

As soon as Qin Huai parked the car, Chen Huihong led a young man over. Qin Huai took a closer look, and indeed, the guy looked quite handsome.

He had a high nose bridge, deep and defined features, fair skin, a standard refined-looking young man. He was also quite tall, seemingly over 180 cm, with a straight posture, wearing a business suit, making him look like a little celebrity attending an event.

If this handsome guy didn't have a fawning smile on his face, he would appear even more like a handsome man.

The handsome man eagerly opened the car door for Luo Jun, welcoming him off the car, saying warmly, "You must be Mr. Luo. Thank you so much for choosing Zhidian Funeral Company. I've been coordinating with your family member, Ms. Chen, and finally meeting you in person is truly an honor."

"My surname is Zhou, name is Zhou Hu, you can call me Xiao Zhou." When Zhou Hu spoke, he was bending over, looking very humble.

Luo Jun calmly got out of the car. Qin Huai quietly opened the trunk to take out Luo Jun's wheelchair, just in case Luo Jun wanted to sit while walking.

Seeing this, Zhou Hu hurriedly helped Qin Huai with the wheelchair, praising as he did, "Mr. Luo, your grandson is truly dutiful. I've been in this industry for five or six years and seen many clients. I've handled quite a few cases involving people coming to check the venue in person, but never seen as many of the younger generations coming along as you. You are truly blessed!"

Hearing Zhou Hu say this, everyone was briefly stunned before realizing that it might indeed seem that way to outsiders.

Luo Jun was already over 90, but that's how it is with elderly folks—there's little visible difference between a 60-year-old and a 90-year-old, so the thirty-year gap isn't obvious. Most can only discern that a 90-year-old seems older than a 60-year-old but can't tell exactly how much older.

Moreover, although Luo Jun is 92, he's remarkably robust and fit, looking far from his actual age.

Shi Dadan, Gong Liang, and Chen Huihong are undoubtedly middle-aged.

Both Cheng Gong and Qu Jing are in their thirties, whereas Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an are in their twenties. Put together, these eight indeed resemble a lively family.

The group name of 'Loving Family' was indeed apt.

No one refuted Zhou Hu, as it's not like anyone can tell Zhou Hu, "No, we have no relation with Luo Jun; he is a lonely old man, and we are just his kind-hearted neighbors."

Zhou Hu pushed the wheelchair, eagerly leading Luo Jun towards the mourning hall.

"Mr. Luo, I'm not sure if you're satisfied with the five planning files I sent Ms. Chen earlier. What kind of style do you mainly prefer for the funeral?"

"Do you prefer a memorial service format, or a regular mourning hall worship?"

"If it's the memorial service format, let me first show you our funeral home's largest mourning hall, Fulu Hall, which can accommodate over a hundred participants in a memorial service."

"Not that big," Luo Jun said.

Zhou Hu instantly caught on, "Oh, you prefer a regular mourning hall, right? Then I'd recommend our Xianhe Hall. Everything from the hearse, ice coffin to offering tables and kneeling cushions can be customized at our company, and the decor of the mourning hall can all be tailored to your preferences. The drapes don't necessarily have to be black and white; many clients nowadays find those colors too heavy and want something fresher in color, such as blue, green, or even yellow or red—whatever suits your taste."

"All decorations in the mourning hall can be customized. We can have LED screens displaying photos or keep the traditional style with a portrait."

"Do you have any specific requirements for the flowers on-site? A favorite variety maybe..."

Luo Jun had already followed Zhou Hu to the Xianhe Hall, gestured to stop Zhou Hu's talk: "Do you have anything bigger?"

"A bit bigger? Are you dissatisfied with this hall or its layout?"

"It can't accommodate a theater stage," Luo Jun said.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to him. When Chen Huihong was previously worried about whether to include song-and-dance performances, Luo Jun was dismissive, but now he shamefully showed interest.

Luo Jun ignored everyone's gaze and asked, "Is there a hall that can accommodate a theater stage?"

Zhou Hu seemed troubled, "This might be challenging... It's theoretically not feasible in the funeral home... "

"A branch venue is fine too," Luo Jun interrupted Zhou Hu again.

"A branch venue?" This time, Zhou Hu was genuinely puzzled.

"Find a place for a theater stage; keep the remains in the funeral home for three days before cremation, then perform three days of grand opera at a branch venue, and the funeral on the seventh day."

"From the second seventh-day anniversary up to the seventh seventh, everything needs to be lively. But I don't have children; they aren't my direct relatives, and I don't have friends. However, I want it to be lively. Can it be achieved?" Luo Jun looked at Zhou Hu. "Money is no issue."

Luo Jun pointed to Qin Huai: "He is my heir. I'll pay a 50% deposit before the funeral, and the remaining 50% will be paid by him after the funeral is completed."

Qin "Heir" Huai quickly nodded. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Zhou Hu: !

At this moment, Zhou Hu realized Luo Jun wasn't an ordinary big client; he was an unprecedentedly big client.

If not for professionalism, Zhou Hu would have directly asked Luo Jun, roughly when do you plan on dying, and how much time we have to prepare.

"It can be done!" Zhou Hu said firmly, straightening his back. "Don't worry, we're professionals. For clients like you without many children or relatives, we also have corresponding plans!"

"We have very professional mourners. How many do you need? They'll ensure they're dressed in mourning attire and kneeling before the memorial, mourning loudly and movingly."

"From what I understand, you prefer the rural style funeral with coffin carrying and theater stage setups, right?"

"We have professional coffin-carrying teams!"

"We also collaborate with theater troupes!"

"Not sure about your hometown..."

"I have no hometown, live in the city."

"No problem; we work with villages and can rent the venue from a village for your ceremony!"

Everyone: ...

Impressive!

Zhao Cheng'an listened with his eyes shining, excitedly saying, "So professional!"

"I also want to plan my funeral. Do you accept clients like me who just want the planning files? I'd like to buy several plans for future use; money... can be no issue!"

Zhou Hu once again passionately declared, "Of course we can accept that! Our company offers a variety of services to guarantee your satisfaction!"