The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 587 Rubbish Game
In the end, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong still managed to get Qin Luo six days off.

Although both of them agreed that there was a 99% chance that someone wouldn't be overly heartbroken after inheriting a 79 billion yuan fortune, what if? What if their son was one of that 1% who was excessively kind, sensitive, fragile, and not good at expressing himself?

We still need to be fully prepared.

The thorough preparation involved leaving the daughter to keep the son company. The daughter was full of clever ideas and talked a lot of nonsense. She could eat, drink, and sleep well, and could even sweep the floor and wash dishes when necessary, so she was somewhat useful.

Since Zhou Hu's house only had one guest room, Qin Huai didn't stay there. Instead, he stayed with Qin Luo in a small room at the funeral home, while Zhao Cheng'an stayed at Zhou Hu's house.

The next morning, when Zhao Cheng'an came to the funeral home to hand over his work to Qin Huai, he remarked to Qin Huai that Zhou Hu's kitchen was truly well-stocked with ingredients. There were all kinds of flour, glutinous rice flour, and mung bean flour, and the refrigerator was filled with fresh meat, with all kinds of fresh vegetables piled up to overflow.

I don't know why Zhou Hu seemed quite disappointed and not in a good mood. It might be because the branch venue was too busy.

After listening, Qin Huai felt that he was not bad at expressing himself, but Zhou Hu seemed to be somewhat bad at expressing himself.

Qin Huai could only suggest that if Zhao Cheng'an couldn't sleep at night, he could go to the kitchen and make some snacks.

Zhao Cheng'an: ? Why can't I sleep at night? Making pastries during the day is so tiring, of course I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow at night.

After Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an finished handing over their work, Qin Huai encouraged Zhao Cheng'an to do a good job at the funeral home. He said he would switch places with Zhao Cheng'an the next day so that Zhao Cheng'an could go to the branch venue to watch the performance and play the scratch-off lottery. After that, Qin Huai led Qin Luo to the branch venue.

Qin Huai had only seen the branch venue when he accompanied Luo Jun to the village to check out the site. At that time, the venue had just been decided and the stage had not yet been set up. The village that Luo Jun chose had no outstanding advantages other than having a large open space. The houses were all old and dilapidated, and there were hardly any people around. It was deserted and quiet.

The houses in the village are much more dilapidated than those in Qinjiacun, which shows that the villagers are not well-off. Otherwise, the village chief would not have rented out the village's vacant land for others to hold funerals.

When Qin Huai returned, the village had undergone a complete transformation.

It was incredibly lively and bustling. If you didn't know it was a branch venue for Luo Jun's funeral, you'd think it was Chinese New Year.

Looking around, all he could see were elderly men and women. Qin Huai suspected that all the elderly people from the surrounding villages had come to join in the fun. The buffet at this branch venue was different from that at the funeral home; it was noticeably lower in quality. The hot dishes were mainly home-style dishes and side dishes, with an increased proportion of fruits and nuts, including unlimited bananas and sunflower seeds.

The beverage selection was limited, offering only tea, cola, Sprite, and orange juice. Since most of the attendees were elderly people from nearby villages, they successfully brought their own stools, teacups, and some even their own bowls and chopsticks. Near the stage, a dazzling array of colorful plastic chairs and wooden chairs and benches of various shapes and sizes filled the space. Worried about a shortage of hot water due to the large crowd, villagers readily used their own kettles to boil water, and every now and then, a kind-hearted woman would hurriedly carry a kettle of hot water towards the tea station.

Normally, a large crowd would indicate a disturbance, but this was clearly not the case at the breakout venue.

Qin Huai personally witnessed the village chief leading a dozen or so elderly men and women with gray hair, wearing red armbands as supervisors, to monitor whether anyone was stealing fruit and putting it in their pockets, or whether anyone was trying to steal the benches next to the stage.

They have incredibly sharp eyes.

Qin Huai and Qin Luo, both unsophisticated by worldly affairs, were dumbfounded.

"Brother, are funerals in Shanshi really this lively? It seems even more lively than the Spring Festival in our village," Qin Luo said, sounding like someone who had never seen anything like it before.

"Perhaps it's because our village doesn't hire opera troupes to perform for seven days straight during the Spring Festival," Qin Huai said.

When Zhou Hu saw Qin Huai arrive, he quickly came up to him and led him to the kitchen, while also introducing him to the situation at the branch venue.

Simply put, it's very complicated.

The branch venue has more activities and a more diverse crowd. If 70% of those at the funeral home are there to pay their respects, and the remaining 30% are there because they heard about the scratch-off lottery and self-service activities, then at least 60% of those at the branch venue are there just to join in the fun.

Many people in the town even thought that the village was holding a banquet and that they could come and eat as long as they paid money. They planned to come and freeload a meal and watch the performance for a few hundred yuan. As soon as they arrived, they asked around where to pay and when the meal would start.

It was quite chaotic.

If it weren't for the village chief spontaneously organizing the village's elderly to help coordinate and manage the situation, let alone something as trivial as stealing fruit, there would probably have been several fights already.

I must say, the village chief who managed to rent out the village's land for funerals is quite clever and has good management skills. No matter what age or physical condition the troublemakers are, the village chief can always find an equally matched opponent for them.

With the village chief's help, the branch venue was able to proceed smoothly until today. At this point, Zhou Hu also deeply regretted and reflected on his actions. Although he had been working in funeral planning for many years, this was indeed the first time he had taken on such a large order, and he still lacked experience.

The company was short-staffed, so Zhou Hu only hired 10 extra temporary workers, thinking that would be enough, but it turned out to be far from sufficient.

Qin Huai expressed his understanding, after all, Zhou Hu was a funeral planner, not a party planner. Luo Jun's project was less like a funeral and more like the annual meeting of a large listed company, and a seven-day one at that.

Let's get back to the topic at the breakout session.

With the village chief's help, order and security were maintained, but many miscellaneous tasks also arose. This is where the village chief's prestige became apparent. Zhou Hu didn't know how the village chief had persuaded the elderly people from the nearby villages, but after each day's performance, if the cleaning staff Zhou Hu hired couldn't keep up, it didn't matter; elderly people from the nearby villages would spontaneously help clean up. Of course, while cleaning, they would also take away any leftover fruit.

If there isn't enough hot water, the villagers will boil it; if there aren't enough bowls and chopsticks, they can borrow some; if there aren't enough stools, they can bring some from their own homes. The villages nearby may seem small, but every household has elderly people living there, though these elderly people usually have their own places to play.

Now, because of Luo Jun's funeral, a stage has been set up for a theatrical performance, and everyone is gathered here as happily as if it were Chinese New Year. They are eating melon seeds, gossiping, drinking tea, watching the opera, and enjoying hot dishes and snacks. It's even more joyful than Chinese New Year.

Of course, those who came to join in the fun did not forget the true protagonist of this funeral—Mr. Luo Jun.

Since the people in the nearby villages genuinely didn't know who Luo Jun was, but they felt obligated to help him, they were treated to all sorts of treats. The food, fruits, melon seeds, hot dishes, snacks, and entertainment were plentiful. If they didn't inquire about the deceased's situation and praise him to help spread the word, the onlookers would feel guilty even while eating melon seeds.

But the elderly folks in Yunzhong Community who really know Luo Jun well and are quite eloquent haven't come to the branch venue these past few days; they've all been helping out at the funeral home.

Most of the people who came to this branch venue to watch the performance were not very familiar with Luo Jun, and they had only heard of a few of the most famous things about him.

Adhering to the principle of respecting the dead, these people could only try their best to say nice things, and if they really had nothing nice to say, they would make it up.

Finally, it was compiled into—

Mr. Luo Jun was a 92-year-old man who passed away peacefully in his sleep. He had no children, was a philanthropist, and dedicated his life to charity.

He didn't go out much due to health reasons, but he was always enthusiastic about public welfare, caring about children's health and development and the food safety of nearby residents. In addition, he actively cooperated with the neighborhood committee in carrying out various related tasks, was kind to others, loved reading, and had a passion for traditional culture. Even his funeral was a grand affair, making everyone happy.

Yes, Mr. Luo Junluo is such a great and selfless person.

Qin Huai could only say that it was fortunate that Luo Jun was dead, otherwise, if he had known that this would be the outcome of his death, he might not have wanted to die so much.

Regardless of whether Luo Jun is that kind of person or not, he is already considered such a person by the villagers in this area. Many elderly people, even over seventy years old, have sighed that if they could have Luo Jun's reputation when they die, they would die with honor.

Qin Huai neither refuted nor publicized the matter. He simply added, when he heard someone discussing how much Luo Jun loved public welfare, that Luo Jun had donated a lot of money to children's welfare homes in the suburbs and to children's welfare homes in other provinces. He not only donated money but also goods; he was just short of donating a building.

After hearing this, everyone exclaimed that only a truly virtuous person like him could live a long life.

Qin Huai didn't make many complicated desserts at the branch venue, mainly steamed buns, and didn't even make many steamed buns with fermented rice wine. Most of the steamed buns were ordinary white flour buns.

Compared to plain white steamed buns, fermented rice steamed buns are a bit more complicated.

The white flour steamed buns made by Qin Huai did not cause a sensation.

Everyone felt that it was as if the pastry chef had been changed. The new pastry chef was really good at making steamed buns. The steamed buns he made were beautiful, chewy, fragrant, and full of steamed bun flavor. They were really good steamed buns. No matter how much you praised them, you couldn't think of anything else.

Anyway, it tastes better than any steamed bun I've ever had before.

It's really good to eat with rice.

Qin Luo stayed by Qin Huai's side for six days, eating only steamed buns, until Luo Jun's funeral ended and everything returned to normal. As Qin Luo rode back to the Cloud Canteen in the double-R car Luo Jun had left for Qin Huai, still eating steamed buns, she couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, why did you make so many different kinds of pastries when you were at the funeral home, but only made plain steamed buns after you went to the village?"

“When I was wandering around the village these past few days, many people didn’t know how amazing your skills were. At most, they would just say a few words like ‘This steamed bun is really delicious’ when they ate it.” As Qin Huai’s most loyal supporter of his skills, having eaten Qin Huai’s pastries since she was a child, and the person who had the most authority to speak about Qin Huai’s pastries, Qin Luo felt that her brother had been wronged these past few days.

When has her brother ever suffered such an injustice?
From childhood to adulthood, anyone who has ever eaten Qinhuai pastries knows who made them.

"Because this is Mr. Luo's funeral," Qin Huai said. "Mr. Luo spent so much money and took many people's opinions into account to hold such a lively funeral, just so that everyone could have fun at his funeral."

"I'm just someone who steams buns at the funeral. I'll just quietly steam the buns. All you need to do is remember Mr. Luo, remember what kind of person he was, and feel what kind of person he was through this funeral. You don't need to remember me."

Qin Luo seemed to be deep in thought.

After a long silence, Qin Luo said, "Brother, I want to have a funeral like this in the future!"

"I heard that hearses can be customized now. I want to order a Cinderella pumpkin carriage so it can take me to the funeral home!"

Qin Huai: ?
"Did you discuss future funeral plans with Zhao Cheng'an?"

Qin Luo chuckled.

Qin Huai suddenly felt he couldn't look forward to Zhao Cheng'an's funeral anymore, and even hoped that he would die before Zhao Cheng'an.

Hey, why does he start speaking in such a hellish way?
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After Luo Jun's funeral, everything returned to calm.

Qin Huai originally thought he would immediately start making the noodle gift boxes after Luo Jun's funeral to complete Zhou Hu's side quest, but Qin Huai didn't have time. Inheriting Luo Jun's estate was far more complicated than inheriting Qin Huai's biological parents' estate. The amount of Luo Jun's estate was simply too large, and Qin Huai spent a full week just being taken by lawyers to various places to complete the formalities.

The inheritance process for Zhang Shumei was much smoother. Based on the market value of the property in Yunzhong Community that Luo Jun gave Zhang Shumei, theoretically, as long as Zhang Shumei sold that property, she could immediately live a worry-free retirement life, no longer needing to work as a nanny for others, and could even hire two nannies to take care of her at home.

But Zhang Shumei didn't. She happily moved in with her bags and chose a family in Yunzhong Community who were eagerly bidding for top-notch nannies. The family's offer wasn't the highest, but their character was widely praised, and they had an elderly person and a child who needed care. She continued to work as their nanny.

This time, Zhang Shumei is no longer a live-in nanny; she can happily go home after get off work every day.

Even though Qin Huai hadn't inherited the entire estate, he readily settled the remaining funeral expenses for Zhou Hu. Zhou Hu was well aware that inheriting an estate wasn't something that could be done quickly; he even advised Qin Huai that there was no need to settle the remaining payments so soon, and that he should wait until he received the money.

Qin Huai said it was fine, and that the remaining payment was nothing compared to his savings.

This conversation took place in the Yunzhong Canteen. That day, Zhou Hu came to the Yunzhong Community to check the feng shui of Xu Tuqiang's house and also stopped by the Yunzhong Canteen to buy some snacks. After Qin Huai finished speaking, Zhou Hu almost couldn't hold back his expression and showed a hateful look on his face, as if he were a despicable rich person.

As Qin Huai had predicted, after closing the big deal with Luo Jun, Zhou Hu simply lay down and stopped working, and even rarely came to the city.

If it weren't for Xu Tuqiang being a long-time client, Zhou Hu wouldn't even have taken on the feng shui consultation jobs that he usually prefers.

On a leisurely afternoon, Qin Huai finished making the remaining noodle gift boxes and had them delivered to Zhou Hu via Flash Delivery, while waiting for the side quest to be completed.

About two hours later, Qin Huai, who was lying on the sofa watching TV and eating cheese sticks, had already returned home and signed for the package, when a game notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player for completing the side quest [Zhou Hu's Desire], and receiving the quest rewards [Zhou Hu's Affirmation] and [Zhou Hu's... System instability, please wait...]"

Qin Huai: ?
"Buzz...buzz...error..."

"Ding! Congratulations to the player for completing the side quest [Zhou Hu's Desire] and receiving the quest reward [Zhou Hu's Affirmation]."

Qin Huai: ? ? ?
And then what? What about the other reward? My huge memory?

Your game system malfunctioned and directly erased players' memories? What kind of lousy game is this? Shouldn't a normal game company compensate players for server malfunctions?
Is there not even an explanation?

Relying on the fact that he's a company with no business license, no job, and no connections, he's just like the authors who fail to update their work.
trash game!

　Friendly reminder: Today is Luo Jun's birthday! Please go to the character list and give Luo Jun a thumbs up!
　　
　
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