"I heard that in Huaxia, after a person dies, they have to eat and receive gifts. These friends of yours are probably quite rich. After you die, you can collect tens of millions."
"Sigh, sigh, sigh. No matter what, you're still my father's subordinate. If this were in ancient times, I would be considered your young master. Can you be more respectful to me? Do I lack tens of millions?"
"No matter how small a mosquito's leg is, it's still meat," Song Jinmin said with a cigarette in his mouth. "I'll bring you a pork knuckle when we have the banquet later."
"Forget the banquet for now, let's handle the important stuff first."
"Alright."
Song Jinmin drove according to Lin Yi's instructions, heading towards Water Wrapped Hot Springs.
At the crematorium, after collecting the ashes, Zhao Quanfeng carried them out.
With that, all of Lin Yi's funeral arrangements were completed.
They did not bother with the banquet and gifts.
