"Fucking hell, what do you guys have?!" Feng Zhi Xiao immediately got angry. The man with the crooked nose glanced at Feng Zhi Xiao and said, "What do we have? We have cremation furnaces, urns, national cemeteries, and private cemeteries. What do you want?"
"Fuck, you got guts!" Feng Zhi Xiao gritted his teeth, threw over 140,000, and angrily said, "How can ordinary people afford such a price?"
"Can't pay? Sorry, then we won't cremate. We'll just store the body in the freezer, two hundred a day for freezer storage!" The man with the crooked nose snorted coldly and said, "Here is your receipt, please keep it safely!"
"Do you guys just keep providing the storage to people like that, without fear that they won't pay you?" Feng Zhi Xiao curiously asked.
