Chapter 1221 586: Trash Game
Chapter 1221 586: Trash Game
In the end, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong still got 6 days of leave for Qin Luo.
Although both of them agreed that after inheriting a 7.9 billion fortune, there's a 99% chance a person wouldn't be overwhelmed with grief, but what if? What if their son is that 1% who's overly kind, sensitive, fragile, and not good at expressing himself?
It's necessary to be fully prepared.
This full preparation involves leaving their daughter to accompany their son. She's got a lot of ideas, talks a lot, can eat, drink, and sleep, and can even clean and do dishes when needed, so she's somewhat useful.
Since Zhou Hu's house only has one guest room, Qin Huai didn't stay there. He stayed with Qin Luo in a small room at the funeral home, letting Zhao Cheng'an stay at Zhou Hu's house.
The next morning, when Zhao Cheng'an came to the funeral home to hand over work to Qin Huai, he commented on how well-stocked Zhou Hu's kitchen was, filled with various flours, glutinous rice flour, mung bean flour, fresh meat packed in the fridge, and an abundance of fresh vegetables seemingly overflowing.
Just unsure why Zhou Hu seemed quite disappointed, not very enthusiastic, possibly because it was too busy at the branch venue.
Qin Huai, after hearing this, only felt that he wasn't inexpressive, but Zhou Hu seemed to be somewhat inexpressive.
Qin Huai could only suggest to Zhao Cheng'an that if he couldn't sleep at night, he could go to the kitchen to make some snacks.
Zhao Cheng'an: ? Why would I be unable to sleep at night? Making snacks during the day is tiring enough, at night I'd naturally fall asleep immediately.
After handing over the job to Zhao Cheng'an, Qin Huai encouraged him to work well at the funeral home. The next day, they would switch, allowing him to go to the branch venue to watch the show, scrape lottery tickets, and after that, lead Qin Luo to the branch venue.
Qin Huai had only seen the branch venue the day he accompanied Luo Jun to check out the village site. Back then, the location had just been confirmed and the stage hadn't even been set up. Besides having a large enough open space, the village Luo Jun picked had no notable advantages, the houses were all old, seldom were people seen, it was desolate.
Those houses were noticeably more dilapidated than those in Qin Family Village, indicating the villagers' economic conditions weren't great; otherwise, the village chief wouldn't have rented the village's open space to host a funeral.
Now as Qin Huai revisits, the village has transformed drastically.
It's bustling with activity, those aware know it's Luo Jun's funeral branch venue, while those unaware might mistake it for a New Year celebration.
Looking around, all you see are elderly men and women. Qin Huai suspected that the elderly from miles around had come over to join the fun and watch the show. The branch venue's buffet was also different from the funeral home's, the level of sophistication was lower, the hot dishes were homely and complemented meals, with an increased proportion of fruits and nuts, achieving unlimited bananas and sunflower seeds.
The selection of drinks was also quite limited, consisting only of tea, Coke, Sprite, and orange juice. As most attendees were older locals, these seniors managed to bring their own stools, cups, and some even their own tableware. Around the stage area, the array of colored plastic chairs, assorted wooden chairs, and benches were dazzling. Concerned about an inadequate supply of hot water due to the crowd, local residents helped by boiling water at home, with helpful elderly ladies occasionally rushing over with hot water kettles to the beverage area.
Typically, a crowd implies chaos, but evidently, the branch venue faced no such issue.
Qin Huai saw with his own eyes as the village chief led a dozen elderly men and women, all wearing red armbands as supervisors, monitoring for anyone sneaking fruit away in their pockets or attempting to take benches from the side of the stage.
Incredible vigilance.
Qin Huai and Qin Luo, both inexperienced, were left in awe.
"Bro, are funerals this lively in Shan City? Why does it feel more bustling than our village during New Year?" Qin Luo remarked in astonishment.
"Perhaps it's because our village doesn't hire a troupe to perform for seven days straight during New Year." Qin Huai replied.
Upon seeing Qin Huai's arrival, Zhou Hu quickly came to lead him to the kitchen, taking the chance to introduce him to the happenings at the branch venue.
Simply put, it's quite complex.
The branch venue had many activities and a mixed crowd. If around 70% of the people at the funeral home were there for genuine condolences and the remaining 30% just for the lottery and buffet, at the branch venue, at least 60% were there to join the fun.
People from the town even mistakenly thought there was a banquet being held, assuming they could pay a small fee for a meal and enjoy the show, asking where to pay and when food would be served as soon as they arrived.
It was quite a mess, you could say.
If not for the village chief's initiative in rallying the villagers to help manage and coordinate, fruit theft would be the least of issues; fights likely would have broken out several times.
Indeed, a village chief who'd rent out village grounds for a funeral has a quick intellect and commendable management skills. Regardless of the age or physical condition of those causing trouble, the village chief could pair them against worthy opponents.
With the village chief's help, the branch venue proceeded in an orderly manner to this day. At this point, Zhou Hu also deeply regretted and reflected upon himself. Though having worked in funeral planning for many years, it truly was his first time handling such a large operation and he acknowledged his lack of experience.
His company was understaffed, so Zhou Hu only hired 10 extra temporary workers. He thought it would suffice, but it turned out to be far from enough.
Qin Huai expressed understanding, after all, Zhou Hu was a funeral planner, not an event planner. Calling Luo Jun's undertaking a funeral would be more accurate than dubbing it a major annual meeting of a large corporation, and a seven-day one at that.
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