But her house sells household supplies, and over time, she has learned a lot about it.

Plus Yan Jiu’s deeds on the Internet.

The old man’s granddaughter Gao Xiaolin: “Boss Yan, Master Yan, can we meet again in the first seven hours of my grandfather’s life?”

There are still many things she has not said to her grandfather.

If it weren't for her willfulness.

I won’t go home to visit my grandpa this summer vacation.

Gao Xiaolin still remembers the bag of fragrant pears her grandfather gave her before leaving home after the New Year.

whether.

Does that herald separation?

She couldn't let it go at all.

Even though grandpa left with a smile.

Yan Jiu thought seriously: "Let me see if I can get through the relationship with the underworld, and I will contact you then."

Gao Xiaolin: "..."

What to get through?

What underworld?

Is it the underworld I know so well?

Yan Jiu received the deposit and said goodbye to several people.

Apart from funeral supplies, a hearse, a morgue, a crematorium, and a cemetery, there was no attic.

Yan Jiu immediately realized the urgency of site expansion.

Recruiting employees is one.

The expansion site is two.

But Yan Jiu is too poor.

Whether it is Project 1 or Project 2, money is needed to maintain it, and a 1,000 deposit is simply not enough to fill the gap.

Yan Jiu thought of the half-sold urn.

It takes her 10 minutes.

Design several urn styles.

Live broadcast started again.

Yan Jiu fixed her mobile phone on the live broadcast stand, held the tablet, and swiped her design draft: "Support customization of urns, unique, fair price, more discounts if you buy more."

[The anchor’s flashy lines really confused me.]

[The drawing is very good, don’t draw it next time!]

[Funny.jpg, same market as the anchor, free shipping~]

[Your color scheme is still Barbie pink. God, who would like their urn to be Barbie pink? 】

Yan Jiu looked at his design draft.

Very abstract and ugly?

Her senior brother often praised her for her talent in painting.

Senior brother will definitely not lie to her.

That must be because these people don’t understand aesthetics!

Yan Jiu felt guilty, so she took down the tablet and said seriously: "Our store supports door-to-door delivery and cash on delivery."

[Anchor anchor, can your urn be eaten? 】

【Can the urn play mahjong?】

【Will it go to the toilet on its own?】

[I don’t use the urn that is not a coffin.]

[I’m emo tonight, can I talk to it?]

【Can I return the product if it feels uncomfortable? 】

[How much does our urn cost per pound?]

[Please post the link!]

Yan Jiu looked at the comments.

I don't understand why it's so disrespectful.

Is she not serious enough?
Chapter completed!