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The next day, Yan Kehe received a call from Qiao Yuxiang to begin preparations for a pet funeral.
The client was a middle-aged man in his forties, whose beloved cat had passed away suddenly the day before.
"You must give my Da Wang the most luxurious funeral possible. Money is no object; I want him to leave this world in style!" The man cried inconsolably, reaching for another tissue to wipe his nose.
… Why would anyone name such a lovely cat Da Wang?
"Mr. Chen, you can rest assured," Yan Kehe said, already pulling out a calculator and typing in a series of numbers, wearing the characteristic smile of a Shady Merchant. Little did he know that the figure he calculated had left Qiao Yuxiang utterly shocked.
Two hundred thousand?! Boss, you can't ask for such an outrageous amount! Mr. Chen will surely call you a Heartless Merchant!
However, Mr. Chen's response nearly made Qiao Yuxiang faint on the spot.
"Duan, are you insulting my Da Wang? You think two hundred thousand is enough to brush this off?" Mr. Chen's face turned pale with anger as he snatched the calculator and quickly pressed another series of numbers. "Flat rate: four hundred thousand. Not a penny less!"
Mr. Chen's tone suggested that if the price dropped even by a dime, he would immediately turn hostile.
Yan Kehe was quite pleased with this expected price point and promptly arranged for Da Wang's VIP burial plot as per Mr. Chen's request within a very short time.
Qiao Yuxiang couldn't help but feel embarrassed; there was even a VIP classification for burial plots? Would the funeral cars also be divided into business and economy classes? Clearly, she wasn't mistaken—the funeral was set to take place in an upscale church located in the city center, and even the hearse was Mr. Chen's beloved Lamborghini.
"Handling pet remains is crucially time-sensitive; if left too long, they can become deformed," Yan Kehe explained as he gently groomed Da Wang's soft fur. At that moment, he was focused and serious, his high nose bridge and handsome profile illuminated by the soft light of the church, creating an almost dreamlike scene that captivated Qiao Yuxiang.
He entrusted the relatively easy task of decorating the flowers to Qiao Yuxiang, while he approached Mr. Chen to discuss the burial arrangements.
Qiao Yuxiang carefully arranged the fresh flowers in the crystal coffin, surrounding the cat with a beautiful display.
It was just a pet funeral, yet spending four hundred thousand seemed excessively extravagant, didn’t it?
Though she had no right to judge others, she herself had spent a hundred thousand frivolously…
“Xiao Ya, is the Disc ready?” Yan Kehe turned to look at her.
“Ah, it’s ready!” She fumbled through her bag and pulled out the Disc, placing it into the church's media player. It was said that before the band played, Mr. Chen had recorded a classic song he loved to sing for Da Wang.
The melodious music began to play softly, but compared to Mr. Chen’s recording of “Love Is Eternal,” it felt like night and day…
“The inspiration IQ is remarkably high, the creative power will surprise you like a fantasy; Xiao Yun and Xiao Ji are so important, sweet dreams explode like bombs in joy, even the clear sky seems to smile, here comes the little pig…”
The solemn church echoed with the Cantonese theme song “Alalei.” After a long silence, Mr. Chen could no longer contain himself and shouted angrily.
“Are you kidding me?! Why did it turn into this song? At such a painful moment, do you think playing this song is amusing?!”
“Mr. Chen, I’m really sorry! I…” Qiao Yuxiang felt a wave of regret; she had no idea how her cousin's beloved children's song CD ended up in her bag! To make matters worse, she accidentally knocked over Da Wang's offerings, creating a mess everywhere.
Yan Kehe sighed heavily at her carelessness. He truly regretted hiring such a clumsy assistant. However, being a clever man skilled at damage control, he quickly found the right words to pacify the furious Mr. Chen.
“Da Wang also hopes that Mr. Chen can live happily forever; it is the will of heaven. The pre-prepared Disc has unexpectedly turned into a cheerful children's song. Isn't that enough to prove Da Wang's intentions?” Yan Kehe affectionately draped an arm over Mr. Chen's shoulder. “Da Wang loved lively gatherings in life, and surely it wishes for Mr. Chen to live joyfully as well. Look, it seems like Da Wang is smiling.”
“Ah?! Really?! Da Wang, I never expected that even until the end, you still cared for me like this, wanting to bring me laughter!” The bond between man and dog remained unbroken, sobbing softly...
“Hmm, boss, could you embellish it a bit more? How well do you know Da Wang? How can you be so sure of its temperament in life? Besides, where is Da Wang smiling? Don’t deceive Mr. Chen here! And Mr. Chen! Please wake up!”
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to the little assistant. The Lamborghini had already begun to drive away slowly with Da Wang's crystal coffin, kicking up a cloud of dust that choked Qiao Yuxiang with exhaust fumes.
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