"It's blown up, Brother Dog, it's completely blown up!"
"..."
Zhou Wang waved his hand, walked aside with his phone, and asked with a blank expression, "Be more specific, what blew up? Did it crash or sell out?"
"Of course, it sold out!"
Yang Hao's excitement could be felt even through the phone, "Someone actually shelled out ten thousand bucks for our custom services, and there are even inquiries about a 'private cemetery package' worth tens of thousands. Even that customized pet avatar cushion priced at 888 has sold over a hundred units online in the past few days, it's unbelievable!"
"Why?"
The last bit of hope in Zhou Wang's heart finally shattered. He just couldn't figure it out, where did the problem lie?
For the same funeral customization service, the Coastal Farewell Society across the street claimed to have a grand opening promotion for just 1888 yuan, and Zhou Wang had quadrupled this price, yet there were still fools willing to pay?
