Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 38 The Fall of the Great God
Although the previous plot of the other party is very similar to part of his current article, compared with his masterpiece, there is a touch of vividness and fun in the thriller.

It is impossible to say that there is no reference to his content at all!
But the most outrageous thing is that this cloud swordsman actually predicted the direction of his next plot, and updated the latest content one step ahead of him.

How can this not make him extremely depressed!
It really pissed him off!
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was weak due to staying up late for a long time, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath because of his anger.

Whoops, whoops!
He gasped heavily, gradually feeling his chest getting tighter and tighter.

When he realized that his body was not good, his eyes started to turn black, and his head started to feel dizzy. Finally, he just stood up, got the mobile phone on the table, and fell to the ground.

It can't go on like this!
The middle-aged man immediately sent a message to his wife in the arm bedroom with his mobile phone, hoping that she could send him to the hospital immediately.

His wife took almost ten minutes to get dressed, and came to the study. When she saw him lying on the floor, she subconsciously said: "You are doing your old habit again. I told you not to stay up late. I'll go." Get you some medicine!"

"Hurry up, take the medicine and take me to the nearest hospital!"

After the middle-aged man said this, his face quickly turned pale, like a piece of white paper.

I probably can't do it anymore, I don't know if I can hold on to the hospital.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly recalled what happened in the fast food restaurant last week.

Did that young man really hit the mark?
So miraculous, is it a coincidence or his eyesight is too strong?
Is that funeral service real too?
The middle-aged man quickly raised his hand and struggled to pull the suit on the chair. The suit fell on his stomach. He slowly took out the business card in his pocket that had not been thrown away.

After looking at the phone number on the business card, the middle-aged man called.

At this time, Lin Lan had already entered a deep sleep, and a ringtone woke him up.

"Who? Call me in the middle of the night?" Lin Lan said fiercely, holding the phone in one hand and rubbing her sleepy eyes with the other.

"It's me! Young man, I feel like I'm about to die!" the middle-aged man said in a trembling voice.

Lin Lan couldn't help being surprised, but the thoughts in her mind turned around and she felt it was reasonable.

It's a pity that that man really didn't listen to my reminder?
Lin Lan sighed and said, "Do you need me to make an emergency call for you?"

The middle-aged man continued to say in a trembling voice: "No, my wife will save me, I just want to ask if those mysterious funerals of yours are real?"

"What? Do you need a service? Actually, it mainly depends on whether you need such a decent service. Anyway, even if you don't need it now, you will be able to use it someday." Lin Lan said honestly.

Although he hoped that the middle-aged man could survive his own disaster, he also hoped that the middle-aged man could buy his funeral before he passed away.

"I... need... I want a nine-figure funeral..." the middle-aged man continued.

His voice had begun to break.

Lin Lan on the other end of the phone couldn't help being shocked when she heard the middle-aged man's words: "Nine digits, are you sure?"

"I...sure!" The middle-aged man finished speaking, and his breathing became more rapid. He could no longer speak a word, so he simply threw away his phone, lay flat on the ground, and remained motionless for the first time.

In fact, for successful people and workaholics like him who have achieved financial freedom long ago, money is already equivalent to something outside of them.

Not only did he have hundreds of millions in deposits, but he even had dozens of properties and shops under his name, so it was nothing to him to spend a huge amount of money to buy a possible funeral for himself.

Ding!
A notification came from the mobile phone next to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man who was familiar with the voice couldn't help but shrink his pupils. Is it true that the mysterious funeral sold by that young man is true?
The prompt sound for your own deduction is an independent prompt sound.

What confuses the middle-aged man even more is how this mysterious young man did it, but these are no longer important to him.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he has fought all his life, and he is already too tired. He already feels that it is worth it to have a luxurious funeral to see him off.

A moment later, the middle-aged man was carried into an ambulance with flashing lights.

His consciousness has begun to gradually blur. In the haze, he first imagined his own funeral, and then a girl's face appeared in his mind.

"I can finally come to see you..."

After the middle-aged man murmured this sentence, he fell into a coma with a happy smile on his face.

The next day, a message was posted to the Free Horse Hunter

Social account updates.

"My husband passed away due to a sudden illness late last night due to physical reasons. Thank you for your concern. Our family members will take care of the rest of the matter slowly. Don't bother everyone to care about it. Thank you all!"

This news, which is suspected to be published by the wife of the well-known author Happy Horse Hunter, dispelled the luck of many fans.

It seems that the happy horse hunter who has created tens of millions of words in total is really gone. They have lost another beloved master. Many people have become heavy-hearted and have begun to use this example to advise people around them not to stay up late.

Many readers and water friends who learned the news later were shocked by it!
How could a person who was fine a few days ago and bragging in the water friends group that he would completely suppress Yun Swordsman die now?
It's really unpredictable, and people have misfortunes and blessings!
Lin Lan, who was sitting in the campus office, put a half-remained cigarette in the ashtray and crushed it.

He could not calm down for a long time when he saw that the nine-figure balance on his card had suddenly increased a few days ago.

"Is this a [-] million profit?" Lin Lan lay on the boss's chair, staring at the phone screen, and said to herself in disbelief.

He felt that all this seemed unreal.

But he counted a lot of zeros after that, even when he went to the toilet and squatted on the toilet, he didn't forget to count his fingers repeatedly to make sure he didn't make a mistake.

Indeed, one 1 plus eight zeros is [-] million!
There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s true!
Lin Lan took a deep breath. Now she couldn't help but find the money she promised Wu Gui last time, and there was so much extra money that she could use to build this college.

Continue to hire elites from various industries to teach students to learn technology?
Lin Lan thought about it and felt that she was not the material to be the principal!

How about opening a playground or something?
But what if those students are reluctant to leave here?
I can only find opportunities to discuss with them slowly in the days to come.

(End of this chapter)