novel for you Chapter 768 Too expensive? If it’s too expensive, don’t come here!
Chapter 768 Too expensive? If it’s too expensive, don’t come here!
"You can't say that!" After hearing Lin Bufan's words, the staff was a little unhappy, "Isn't there a low-end furnace?"
"Low-end stoves are free for local residents, and 500 for foreigners."
"It all depends on your filial piety and financial conditions."
"No one forced you!"
It is indeed a bit unethical for the crematorium to come up with so many tricks to make money from the dead, but what this staff member said is not unreasonable.
If you don’t have money or don’t care, you can choose a low-end stove.
However, this is also the brilliance of the crematorium. In order to feel comfortable, most people will choose to use high-end furnaces to refine the crematorium even if they do not go through the VIP channel.
Lin Bufan didn't care at all, but in order to save time, he still paid 10,000 yuan.
After receiving the money, the staff's attitude improved a lot.
An order was quickly placed for Lin Bufan.
Then he told him: "Take this list and wait in the lounge opposite. Just leave the rest to us."
"There is a number on the list. It will be sent over after the cremation is completed. Just listen and call the number."
Lin Bufan took the receipt and followed the staff's instructions to the lounge.
There were many people in the hall, all waiting to be called to receive the ashes.
The entire hall was filled with an atmosphere of sadness.
Lin Bufan looked around casually, and his eyes were attracted by an old couple in the corner.
The old couple hugged each other holding the portrait of a young man.
The old lady sobbed softly, and the old man seemed to be comforting her.
The reason why Lin Bufan's eyes were attracted was mainly because the young man in the portrait was wearing a northern military uniform.
"My son, you said you left at such a young age, how will my mother live in the future?" The old lady couldn't stop her tears from flowing out, and her eyes were already red and swollen from crying.
"Old lady, don't be too sad. Our son sacrificed his life for the country and is a hero. We should be proud of him!" the old man persuaded.
"Having said that, both of us are in poor health. We originally expected our son to take care of us. Now that our son is gone, what will we do in the future?!" the old lady cried.
The old man patted the old lady's hand gently and said comfortingly: "My health is still okay. After our son is buried, I will go out to find a job. I will be able to support you no matter what!"
Listening to the conversation between the old couple, in addition to being sad about their son's death, they also seemed to be worried about their future life.
Lin Bufan walked over and struck up a conversation with them: "Two old men, I would like to ask, is your son a soldier?"
Hearing this, the old man raised his head, glanced at Lin Bufan, and said sadly: "My son is a non-commissioned officer in the northern border. Not long ago, that general from Tianzhu caused chaos at the border. My son unfortunately died in order to protect his homeland... "
The old man was also choked up as he spoke.
Lin Bufan frowned when he heard this.
It’s this damn Tianzhu again!
He threatened them with overseas Chinese before, but only a few days later, he started to take action again!
"Your son is a real hero!"
"I just heard your second elder say that for future life problems, like your son's situation, will the state provide subsidies?"
Lin Bufan retracted his thoughts and asked.
That's why he came to chat.
The country cannot ignore the sacrifice of soldiers in the north, nor can the north be ignored. Their families should not worry about their livelihood.
"There is a pension, a total of 80,000 yuan."
"But all this money was used to pay for my son's funeral arrangements, and there isn't much left."
The old man sighed helplessly.
"Eighty thousand? Are you sure? It's not 800,000?" Lin Bufan was a little stunned.
The soldiers in the northern border sacrificed their lives for their country. The pension starts at least 500,000 yuan.
There should be more NCOs.
"I'm old, but I'm not confused yet. I can't tell the difference between 80,000 and 800,000!" The old man shook his head.
"It shouldn't be..." Lin Bufan frowned again.
Your Majesty approves a lot of military expenditures for the Northern Territory every year. When Lin Bufan was still in the Northern Territory, he would use part of it as a special fund to distribute to soldiers who retired due to injury or died, ensuring that they and their families would not Worrying about livelihood.
Even if the economic situation in the past two years is not good and the money approved by His Majesty to the Northern Territory is less, the pension cannot shrink like this!
There must be something wrong.
Just when Lin Bufan wanted to ask carefully, the broadcast in the lounge suddenly rang.
"Please ask the family members of No. 068 to collect the ashes at the window."
"No. 068 belongs to our son!" The old man heard the announcement and stood up hurriedly.
He came to the window with the list in hand.
Lin Bufan noticed just now that the service window in the lobby was designed very strangely. The terrain inside the window was actually higher than outside, which caused the window to be opened very low. When the old man got to the window, he had to squat down to talk to the people inside. Staff communication.
But the old man was in poor health and it was difficult to squat, so he could only half kneel on the ground.
"What price range do you want for the urn? We have three types..." the staff member said, as if he wanted to sell the urn to the old man.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man.
"Well, we brought the urn..."
"No, you can't bring it yourself, you have to use what we have here!" the staff said.
"Ours is made of solid wood, which is very good..." The old man tried to explain.
However, the staff didn't listen at all: "No wooden ones are allowed. You can only use the urns we have here. This is the crematorium's regulation."
"Then...well, how much is it?" the old man asked.
The staff member said: "Sixteen thousand and eight, thirty-six thousand and eighty-eight thousand, which one do you want?"
"Ah? So expensive?!" The old man's eyes widened. The solid wood urn he brought from home only cost more than three hundred.
"This is too expensive! Can it be cheaper? We don't have so much money..."
The old man pleaded.
His son's pension has been almost spent, and now the old couple cannot afford to buy even the cheapest urn.
"It's too expensive? If it's too expensive, don't come here! Just dump the person in a mass grave on the outskirts of Beijing. It doesn't cost a penny!" The staff gave the old man a rollicking look.
"What...what attitude do you have!" When the old man heard this, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"My son is also a northern warrior after all. Why don't you respect others at all?!"
"It's none of my business!" the staff member said nonchalantly. "I'm telling you old man, even if a dog got into our stove, it would still have to pay for our urn!"
"What are you talking about! Call your leader!" The old man was so angry that he slapped the window at the front desk.
When the staff saw this, they suddenly became impatient: "You are just a ball, but you are worthy of meeting our leader?!"
"Hurry up and pay! If you don't have money, the ashes will be disposed of. Don't delay others!"