Reborn as a Funeral Industry Tycoon

It's well written.

You're calling your maternal grandfather's generation "uncle"? How is that supposed to be?

The writing is getting better and better.

Pan Jia San Shao brings his 17k novel "My Male God Boss" for reading. Author, keep up the good work!

#NovelRecommendation #RebirthNovel #UrbanSuspense #FolkCulture #Tearjerker #BookDeprivationRequest [text] He died at the roadshow, and when he opened his eyes, he had become an apprentice at a paper-making shop on Funeral Street. My grandfather left me three things: a paper-making skill, a lamp that has burned steadily for twenty-six years, and a diary of running errands. The first page of the diary reads: "The messenger's letter doesn't take the postal route. When the will is there, the letter arrives." Thus, he became a messenger between the realms of the living and the dead— There was a letter that lay buried in the snow for seventy-five years. The old soldier who wrote it had only one sentence on his deathbed: "Squad leader, I've come to find you. This time it's my turn to bring you the cotton-padded coat." On the day the letter was delivered to the martyr's descendants, the souls of the two old soldiers passed away side by side, smiling. There was a letter sent to the right-hand man of their enemy. It was written by their sister, who had been dead for eight years: "Brother, I don't regret giving my life for you. I only regret not leaving a message, so that you've thanked the wrong person for these past eight years." There was another letter addressed to his young apprentice, and the sender's name was written as "the white-clad woman who stands under the osmanthus tree at the shop entrance every night, refusing to leave." A letter with a reply: a lingering obsession, a donation. Once he collects all nine, he can go to the "accounting office"—where his grandfather's soul is imprisoned, suppressing all the stolen lifespans in the world, and holding a forged life-borrowing certificate. Meanwhile, a foreign-invested "cultural town" project set its sights on this 300-year-old street. A 50,000 yuan bonus was offered for signing, with no reward for late signing. Bulldozers were already on their way. One lamp, nine coins, one hundred and seventeen households. He wanted to finish delivering the letters, protect the street, and bring his grandfather home before Qingming Festival. —An old bookworm says: This book has the mindset of business warfare, the foundation of folk customs, and the essence of human nature. Let's discuss in the comments: If it were you, would you dare to accept this letter?

Go go go!

I recently got a smart alarm clock. I set it to wake up at 6 a. M. The first day, the alarm went off right on time. I groggily pressed "10 more minutes," and it suddenly said, "Master, are you trying to slack off again? I'm a smart alarm clock, you know!" I instantly woke up.

I've come to read the masterpiece by the author, "The Flawless Book".

Have you ever seen a rebirth story like this? Others are reborn and pick up systems, cheat codes, and huge fortunes. He was reborn and found a room full of paper figures and a black lacquered coffin. In his previous life, he was the youngest MD at Zhongding Investment, and he died in the last second of a one-hundred-trillion-dollar roadshow. In this life, he was an apprentice at a paper-making shop on Funeral Street, the most pathetic "jinx" on the entire street, having gone hungry for three days and running out of rice. He started with a terrible hand, but he managed to pull off a royal flush! Use the eyes of a due diligence investigator to read the obsessions of the deceased, and the negotiation skills of an investment banker to fight against thugs and resist takeovers. His masterful skill in "carving out the face" brought tears to the eyes of an eighty-year-old master craftsman: "It's Deshan! It's Weideshan in his twenties!" The most ruthless aspect of this book is its focus on folklore: The 320 yuan and a bag of cat food under Grandma's bed, the words "He didn't want to die" at the funeral hall, the ashes of paper money bowing to the crowd over the brazier on the 27th day after his death, the shoemaker who sold his birthday money to save his wife, a pair of tiger-head shoes with crooked stitches... Each little story is a life that ordinary people never told aloud. I couldn't hold back my tears when I saw the story of "Grandpa exchanging thirty years of his lifespan for his grandson's life lamp" in the middle of the night, even though I was in bed. The business battles are thrilling, the folk customs are authentic, the tear-jerking moments are explosive, and the values are upright. There are no mindless face-slapping moments, no stupid villains, every plot is well-thought-out, and every emotion is genuine. Currently updating daily. For readers who enjoy folklore suspense, intellectually stimulating and exciting stories, and are moved by sincerity— The door to the funeral street is open. Shall we come in and have a seat? If you don't like "Rebirth of a Funeral Tycoon," come back and scold me.

This is novel! Keep it up!