I Mourned for the Richest Man, but His Son Wanted to Cremate Me
by Nut
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I am a professional mourner. As soon as I burst into tears in front of the mourning hall, the door was kicked open. The leading man, covered in name tags, pointed at my nose and yelled curses. "Why are you crying! You worked so hard when the old man died, and those who didn't know thought he was my father's bastard!" "Stop howling, it's bad luck! Take this broken coffin and burn it quickly, I'm still waiting to go home and share the money!" But I just stood up and patted the ashes on my body. "I'm sorry, the auspicious time has not come, so I can't move now." The man grabbed my collar and stuffed a wad of bills into my mouth. "How dare a crybaby pretend to be aloof to me? I'll give you twice as much. Now, immediately, burn him to ashes!" The younger brother on the side also echoed: "Our Master Zhang is the heir to tens of billions of family assets. How dare you offend him?" "Do you believe that Master Zhang will tell you to go down and be buried with the old man!" I spat out the money in my mouth expressionlessly and asked me to be buried with him?
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