The Young Boss of a Funeral Supplies Shop

My family lives in Northeast China, and my ancestors made their living performing spirit-medium rituals and telling people's fortunes. After the Liberation, feudal superstitions were banned. Aside from the craft passed down through the family, Grandpa had no other way to make a living. With the last of the family's savings, he bought a tiny house beside a hospital and opened a funeral supplies shop there. It took more than a dozen trips to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce before he could finally come up with a name: Zhao Funeral Supplies. From then on, generation after generation of the Zhao family was tied to that shop. No matter how much we wanted to escape it, there was no way out.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.