I Own a Funeral Home: Live Stream Following Other Streamers and Shock the Entire Internet! Chapter 58 – Chapter 58: The Magical Yellow Paper!

Chapter 58: The Magical Yellow Paper!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Yidao had no idea that all his live stream fans had flocked to Zhang Chaoyang's live stream.

He was clueless about the hardcore promotion the other guy was doing for him!

After shutting down the live stream, Li Yidao promptly arranged for the packaged yellow paper to be sent out through courier.

Once done with the logistics, he was so exhausted that he didn't even have dinner and went straight to bed.

It had been quite a tiring day indeed.

Soon enough, the deliveries of ritual yellow paper started reaching their recipients.

Some even got them the same night or the very next day.

And the effects of the yellow paper began to reveal themselves!

In a small rural town somewhere, a man in his thirties heard the doorbell and opened the door to find a delivery guy waiting.

“Hello, here's your package. Please sign for it,” said the delivery guy.

The man accepted the package, looking a bit puzzled at its contents.

He couldn't recall what he had ordered, mainly because he rarely bought stuff online, given his tight budget.

He used to have his own house and car back in the bustling city of Shanghai. Not to mention a job that everyone envied.

It took him ten years of hard work to achieve all that.

But he had made a promise to his grandfather and chose to sell everything and return to his hometown to pursue his dream.

He started a greenhouse business for agricultural products in the countryside, hoping to make a name for himself.

However…

Unexpectedly, for some unknown reason, his various products that had been doing well started wilting recently!

If things continued like this, all his efforts might go down the drain!

He was already overwhelmed with work.

Technically, there was nothing wrong with his skills, the greenhouse environment, or any of his operations.

Yet, he had no idea why this was happening.

He even brought experts from Shanghai, but they couldn't pinpoint any problems!

Eventually, the experts advised him to cut his losses.

But how could he do that?

He had already signed many orders, waiting for this batch of products to mature!

And now, it was all over.

If things turned out the way they seemed, not only would all his hard work go in vain, but he might even face massive compensation claims!

This was becoming a definite outcome.

Feeling demoralized, he absentmindedly tore open the package and stared at the yellow paper inside for a moment.

It suddenly dawned on him that he grabbed this from that live stream of Brother Dao yesterday while aimlessly scrolling through his phone.

Since he had plans to burn some paper for his grandfather, he had casually ordered it.

The man thought for a moment and decided to put on some clothes, take the yellow paper along with the offerings he had already prepared, and head outside.

The village he was currently in was their ancestral land, and his grandfather was buried there.

After half an hour, he parked his electric bike in front of a grave in the woods.

He took out a bottle of “Er Guo Tou,” his grandfather's favorite liquor, and the offerings he had prepared, laying them all before the grave.

He then sat cross-legged, pouring some “Er Guo Tou” for himself and some in front of the grave, in honor of his grandfather.

“Grandpa, I've come to see you…”

“I don't know if I made a mistake.

“If I had followed my friends' advice, maybe I wouldn't have so many troubles now.”

“But Grandpa, I really want to do something, something for our hometown.

That's what I promised you.”

“But your grandson has failed.”

“All my savings, all my efforts have failed.”

“Grandpa, why can't I find the problem? I've been so careful, and I've considered everything thoroughly.”

“But… I can't find the reason. If I don't find it within a week, it will be hopeless.”

“Grandpa, bless me. Help me find a solution.” “I don't want to fail like this…

Tears welled up in the young man's eyes!

As a man in his thirties, he had been dependent on his grandfather since he was a child, after his parents had a tragic accident.

His grandfather had raised him single-handedly, and it hadn't been easy for him to come this far!

In such a situation, being able to sell all his assets and give up a comfortable life, and having the courage to start a business in his hometown, was already a significant achievement.

But this failure might leave him helpless for the rest of his life.

Perhaps only in this secluded place, with his dearest person by his side, could he find solace.

He didn't know how long it had been.

His emotions were finally released.

He took out the yellow paper.

As he lit it, he spoke, “Grandpa, I don't know if these yellow papers will be of any use to you after I burn them.”

“But it's a little token from your grandson. If there's anything you need, just send me a dream.”

“I hope your spirit in heaven will bless me and guide me safely through this crisis. ”

The man lit the yellow paper in his hand, little by little.

As the yellow paper burned, he took a few steps back.

He knelt down on both knees and knocked his head against the grave in reverence.

Unbeknownst to him, as the yellow paper burned, the smoke it produced was peculiar. Instead of dispersing with the wind, it lingered and spiraled above the tomb.

Not only that, when viewed from a distance, it seemed as if the ancestral grave was emitting blue smoke, as it had been said in some legends.

After finishing his gestures of respect, the man slowly stood up.

“I'm leaving, Grandpa. I'll come to visit you again when I have the chance. If there's an opportunity in the future, I'll have my parents' graves moved here so they can accompany you.”

Then, the young man wiped the corner of his eyes.

Then, he turned around and left without turning back.

He still had to go back and continue looking for a solution.

He would not admit defeat!

If he could find the reason why the crops in the greenhouse were wilting, there was still hope.

Even if he had to bear the loss of half his crops, he could at least fulfill the urgent orders and have a chance to persevere.

But if everything withered away, he would be truly finished.

However, just as he was leaving and about to ride his bicycle away, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was his friend, who was also a knowledgeable expert.

Previously, this friend had come to help him investigate the reason for the crop wilting, but they couldn't find any results.

Finally, the friend had to return to Shanghai to seek assistance from others.

But hope was slim.

He answered the call, and before he could say anything, he heard the excited voice of his friend on the other end!

“Zhang Chao! I've found the solution! I'm getting on my flight right now! Don't remove any crops! They can all be saved!”

“Wait for me! Please wait for me!”

Before he could say anything else, his friend hung up the phone.

Did he hear correctly? There was a way to save the crops?

Excitedly, he immediately called back, but all he got was the message, “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off…”

It was switched off!

“D*mn it! Can't you explain before hanging up the phone? How can it be saved?!”

But he knew his friend wouldn't joke about this. If he said there's a way, then there must be a way!

His eyes filled with excitement and surprise.

Could it be true?

Was there really a way to save the crops?

At that moment, he felt like he was dreaming.

He even had the urge to cry!

And then, suddenly, something came to his mind.

He turned his head abruptly, looking at his grandfather's tomb with an expression of disbelief.

He vaguely recalled what Li Yidao said during the live stream.

That the yellow paper might have an extraordinary effect!

“Plop!”

He kneeled on the ground and knocked his head hard in front of his grandfather's tomb.

His eyes were filled with excitement.

“Grandpa…. Thank you! I will persevere!”

Chapter end