"I understand."
Liu Zheng quickly came up with an answer.
"Manager Xu, can I borrow some of your employees?"
He asked.
"What do you want to borrow them for?"
The bald manager asked.
"To go door-to-door, bowing and asking for money, persuading people to come and mourn my godfather."
Liu Zheng said.
"Huh?"
As soon as he said this, the bald manager was taken aback, and the Earth Spirit's will-o-the-wisp glowed brightly.
By looking at the Earth Spirit, Liu Zheng knew he had guessed correctly.
What Eighteen Partings, sister flowers, isn't it all for the scene?
Now there's a dutiful son, the funeral ceremony, just missing the friends and family to mourn.
But with the Earth Spirit's usual conduct, the residents of the community are dying for him to scatter into oblivion, how could they possibly come to mourn him?
In such a situation, it's up to this cheap dutiful son to step in.
"I kind of understand your meaning, but shouldn't such matters be handled by you personally?"
