I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

The Government Office was much quieter than usual today because many clerks and constables had been dispatched to the neighboring courtyard to supervise the examination.

Gatekeeper Qin knew Xu Qing, recognizing him as both the junior apprentice brother and student of Old Wang from the Morgue, so he did not interfere and allowed him to come and go freely.

The Patrol Office was neither large nor small. Xu Qing had walked through it several times and was already quite familiar with it. He would nod to familiar faces and managed to build relationships with those who controlled access—like Gatekeeper Qin, to whom he had previously brought a bottle of wine and a piece of cured meat to maintain their rapport.

Such networking is indispensable in the business world. If Gatekeeper Qin were to pass away, Xu Qing might need to preside over his funeral.

There were also the patrolling constables, who often encountered high-risk situations and had a higher mortality rate than ordinary people. These were potential clients. By frequently visiting the Government Office and becoming a familiar face, Xu Qing could ensure new business opportunities.

With Tang Scribe and Senior Brother Wang’s connections, this wasn’t difficult to manage.

After all, in terms of service, no other Funeral Shop in Linhe was more professional than his. Even in terms of price, he was the most affordable.

If not for the inherent unsuitability of promoting funeral services, he would have learned promotional techniques from the Celestial Heart Sect’s Dharma Transmission Envoy, offering discounts to customers—like half-price for a second funeral for the same family, and 20% off for referrals from friends and relatives...

But unfortunately, while the Celestial Heart Sect could use rebellion for promotion, his business simply couldn’t follow suit.

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