Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1212 579: I Don't Like It (Part 3)

Qin Huai told Zhang Shumei that Luo Jun had already arranged everything, and the funeral home would provide hot dishes, fruits, and desserts 24 hours a day.

Zhang Shumei nodded in agreement while wiping away her tears, saying Mr. Luo was someone who considered everything thoroughly. She lamented to Qin Huai that she knew Luo Jun had been preparing for his own funeral from a long time ago, but it was still hard for her to accept his sudden passing.

Qin Huai didn't know what to say and could only nod repeatedly, wishing he could bury his head in Zhang Shumei's shoulder and cry bitterly.

Luo Jun had no family, so in theory, his funeral should be quiet.

But it wasn't.

His funeral was lively even before it started.

The news of the hearse parked below Building A quickly spread throughout the Yunzhong District owners' group. Under the organization of Xu Tuqiang, Grandma Ding, and Grandpa Qian, the elder folks took just 10 minutes to settle who would accompany Qin Huai and others to the funeral home to help with the upcoming arrangements.

According to Grandma Ding, Master Qin's snacks are excellent, but how could young people understand funeral matters? Such affairs are best left to old folks with one foot already in the grave.

Luo Jun's funeral was destined to be lively, and he had set the guest list for his funeral long ago. The mysterious list had always been with Zhou Hu.

Now Zhou Hu finally had to reveal the list.

It was thick.

The number of names on the list exceeded Qin Huai's imagination. Even if he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out how Luo Jun knew so many people when he never left his house.

Internet friends?

But doesn't it seem unreasonable to have hundreds of online friends?

Was Luo Jun staying indoors in recent years because he was too busy chatting online? Was he secretly working as a customer support agent all these years?

This mysterious list only lost its secrecy when Zhou Hu began dialing each person inviting them to attend Luo Jun's funeral.

These hundreds of people weren't internet friends; they were businesses Luo Jun had given negative reviews to over the years.

Given that these businesses were all near Yunzhong District, they were, in a way, considered neighbors.

Qin Huai was bewildered.

He hardly had time to feel sad, as everything seemed utterly absurd.

Though he didn't even have time to consider the absurdity.

Because as soon as he arrived at the funeral home, Luo Jun's lawyer arrived as well, bringing documents for Qin Huai to review, asking him to confirm the inheritance amount, and if everything was fine, the paperwork could be processed in the next few days.

Albeit absurd, handling inheritance wasn't new to Qin Huai, and he was quite familiar with the process.

Even though he had already scanned briefly before, when Qin Huai saw Luo Jun's massive inheritance, he couldn't help but gasp.

This was too much!

Just in cash alone, there were several billion.

Qin Huai roughly calculated how much interest would accumulate daily if several billion were deposited in the bank with a three-year term. Instantly, he understood the dilemma of waking up each day to unspent interest, how yesterday's interest wasn't exhausted before today's interest arrived.

Too troublesome.

Ouyang couldn't spend it all even if he squandered lavishly.

Actually, there were two heirs to Luo Jun's estate.

The other one was Zhang Shumei.

Luo Jun left an apartment in Yunzhong District and 2 million in cash to Zhang Shumei. According to the lawyer, this was Luo Jun's final annual bonus to Zhang Shumei to commend her for her diligent work until the very last minute of Luo Jun's life.

Upon discovering she had suddenly become wealthy, Zhang Shumei was momentarily unable to feel sad. Yet, she didn't dare feel overly happy either; she could only look at Qin Huai with eyes still teary, wearing an expression of complex emotions.

Zhang Shumei asked the lawyer about the amount of tax she'd have to pay to inherit so much, and after learning that she'd still have plenty left after taxes, she promptly called her son, urging him to take time off work and come quickly to help with Luo Jun's funeral. This wasn't the time to be working!

Really clueless.

"Master Qin, I'm going to help with the calls." Zhang Shumei finally wiped her last tears. "You shouldn't be too sad; Planner Zhou just mentioned that you can start scratching lottery tickets now. How about I get you a couple of tickets to scratch?"

"The highest prize is a million dollars; what if you win?"

Lawyer: ...

Are these two out of their minds?

Was his introduction earlier not thorough enough, or perhaps the currency unit in the documents was mistakenly listed as Zimbabwean Dollar, that they care about a prize of a million at such a moment?

"Lawyer Chen, would you like to scratch two?" Zhang Shumei asked the lawyer.

"... Well, thank you, I'll scratch two lightly."