Pay Two Hundred Yuan to Get a Mysterious Past?

Two hundred dollars. You can show up at my funeral. Maserati, rich woman. A man in black clothes, sunglasses and Bluetooth headset. An old woman with noble temperament came down from the unlicensed red flag on crutches and walked to the coffin with tears in her eyes. Tell a secret that is enough to cause an earthquake in Kyoto. … My name is Zhang San, and I specialize in hiring funeral directors for free and letting them create a mysterious past for me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.