Soon, the six sets of combat skills, including victory battle, enemy battle, and attack battle, went through Zhu Zhuan's mind.

According to his current situation, he selected several strategies that suited him.

The first strategy, [Empty City Strategy]!

It only took three minutes for Zhu Zhuanjia to clear all his works.

The second strategy, [Escape]!

He issued a death statement for himself in the name of his family.

The third strategy is [Running away is the best strategy]!

He submitted the cancellation application on the spot, but unfortunately, there was a seven-day cooling-off period for account cancellation, and his plan failed!

The fourth strategy is to [remove the firewood from under the cauldron].

If you want to escape the attention of Brother Funeral, you must solve the problem fundamentally, which is to find a way to make Brother Funeral unfollow you.

If this plan fails, why not try another one, [turn the tables]!

If you can't solve the problem, then just visit them in person, take the initiative to show your goodwill, make reservations in advance, enjoy discounts, and [wait for the opportunity].

Zhu Zhuanjia is indeed an expert. In addition to these, he also came up with a foolproof plan, which is - [Chain Plan].

[Kill with a borrowed knife], [Besiege Wei to save Zhao], [Switch the pillars], [Fishing in troubled waters], [Lure the tiger away from the mountain], [Make a feint to the east and attack in the west], [Creating something out of nothing]!

Since Brother Funeral is not happy with random suggestions, then... he will have to drag a few colleagues into it.

He quickly followed Zhang Fan back, and then @ed a bunch of experts in the chat box, and wrote:

"Brother Sangzang, I'm actually just a novice. These are my mentors. All my suggestions are based on my insights after listening to their teachings. I suggest you pay attention to them all! /smile/shake hands/."

Zhu Zhuan's words are like a dagger hidden behind a smile.

Thirty-six strategies, use each one together!

After making sufficient preparations, Zhu Zhuanjia adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror and calmed down.

"Start the rebellion right now!"

Three minutes later, Zhu Zhuan's family attacked from three directions at the same time, targeting Changhong Funeral Homes!

…

Five minutes later, Zhu Zhuanjia appeared in a taxi.

"Master, shopping plaza."

"Okay, fasten your seat belts, and let's go!"

Sitting in the car, Zhu Zhuanjia felt inexplicably hot and suggested: "Master, can you turn off the air conditioner?"

"Turn off the air conditioner? Haven't you heard the experts say that turning on the air conditioner is good for your health? Even though it's hot now, getting off the car is equivalent to exercising for 30 minutes!" said the taxi driver happily.

"This... okay, okay."

Zhu Zhuanjia touched his chin in shame and stopped discussing the air conditioner.

But soon, he found that the car's route was not normal, and frowned:

"Master, this is the wrong direction. Did you take a detour? I'm a local, please don't rip me off!"

"No, I never take a detour." The driver shook his head and quoted the expert's famous saying again:

"Haven't you heard what the experts say? The death rate from traffic accidents is too high. It's best not to drive on congested roads. I'm also thinking about your safety. Don't worry, I'll only charge half of the meter fare later."

"Well, well, well... okay." Zhu Zhuanjia was speechless and closed his mouth in embarrassment.

Before he knew it, Zhu Zhuan fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived at the mountain road of the outer ring. He was immediately shocked and said in surprise:

"Master, why are you here?!"

"Keep calm. Experts say that breathing more fresh air is good for your health. Besides, the car has been parked for a long time, so it needs to release its energy."

"You...you just listened to what that Shabi said?!!!"

Zhu Zhuanjia felt his head buzzing and couldn't help but swear.

But the next second, the car drove into a steep slope, which made his nerves tense instantly.

"Master, step on the brakes! Step on the brakes, we are speeding!"

"Why brake? Experts say that braking for too long when going downhill is bad for the car!"

"Don't worry, I used to be the driving god of Akina Mountain!"

The driver smiled confidently, and Zhu Zhuan's family was stunned.

Bro, where the hell did you hear that?

The second-stroke expert told you that!

You didn't even brake when going downhill, and you just sped away, aren't you too crazy? !

"Ah, ah...brake, brake!"

The car was speeding up, and Zhu Zhuan's expression suddenly became ferocious.

He subconsciously tried to grab the handbrake, but the handbrake seemed... not working well!

If the car wasn't going too fast, he would have opened the door and used the foot brake.

"Hold on tight!"

Fortunately, the driver had excellent driving skills, and after a thrilling swerve, the car turned the corner smoothly.

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Zhu Zhuanjia was breathing heavily and his whole body was shaking.

"Master, please tell me which expert told you this. I want to file a complaint against him!"

"I can't remember... I think it was called Zhu Zhuan's House."

"Zhu Zhuanjia...Okay, you can drive however you want from now on. I wonder how long you can live...Hey, hey, hey, slow down, step on the brakes!"

…

An hour later, Zhu Zhuan's family appeared in the largest shopping mall in South City.

He once suspected that the driver was sent by the funeral brother to kill him!

After a while, he entered the shopping mall.

When it comes to life and death, you must choose expensive gifts!

Five minutes later, he walked into a TV store.

"Boss, do you have a plasma TV?"

The TV owner came up to me warmly and said with a smile:

"I'm very sorry, it's sold out. If you had come half an hour earlier, you could still have bought some."

"The last one was just taken down by a master and apprentice."

"Oops, someone got there first..."

Zhu Zhuan was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, it seemed that the only thing missing in Changhong Funeral Home was a TV. He hesitated and asked, "Boss, are there any plasma TVs elsewhere?"

"Probably not. This thing is almost obsolete. Now we only make high-end TVs."

The boss shook his head and explained, "I am the only agent in the entire South City. You can't buy it anywhere else."

"Sir, you don't really need to buy a plasma TV. Experts say that LCD and LED are no worse than plasma. Although plasma TVs have better effects, they waste electricity and are prone to screen burn-in, so there are fewer merchants selling plasma TVs now. Why don't you look at other TVs?"

"Okay... then give me this..."

In the end, Zhu Zhuanjia bought an LCD TV for 8999.

Next, he will pay a visit to Changhong Funeral Home.

But this time, he didn't dare to take a taxi. Instead, he directly scanned a shared car and secured the TV in the back seat.

…

Meanwhile, the funeral parlor.

Liu Jun and Li Shaohui had already entered Changhong Funeral Home holding a TV.

"Brother Zhang Fan, look what I bought for you? When you don't have any cases, watch more TV instead of just watching videos and following them."

Naturally, Zhang Fan felt embarrassed to accept such a generous gift.

But Master and disciple Liu Jun had no choice but to hang it on the wall of the inner room.

After installing the TV, Zhang Fan asked the two to sit down.

When Wang Kai saw Li Shaohui again, he ran to the warehouse and hid without saying a word.

Liu Jun was full of gratitude, and he kept thanking Zhang Fan: "Brother Zhang Fan, it's all thanks to you that we were able to catch the two fugitives from the pharmaceutical factory!"

"I lost money?" Zhang Fan looked puzzled, but Liu Jun smiled slightly:

"Still pretending?"

"Last night you were following that Matsuda Tengying. He was beaten to death by those two fugitives this morning and has now been arrested."

"It's already dead... This person really deserved it." Zhang Fan nodded and asked, "Where's the body? Do I have any hope of getting this order?"

"No, you probably have no hope."

Liu Jun shook his head and explained, "I heard that this Matsuda Tengying has a good family background, and it seems to be a large family. They want to take him back and bury him in a place they believe is sacred."

"Oh... pull it back... bury it in a sacred place... is that so?"

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Why are you two here today? Aren't you at work?"

"Take a rest today. By the way, I want to tell you something..."

“…”

In this way, Liu Jun kept talking to Zhang Fan for more than twenty minutes.

Because he was afraid of disturbing Zhang Fan's business, he reluctantly left with his apprentice.

Before taking it away, they did not forget to take away the packaging of the TV.

However, just as the two of them stepped out of the door, Zhu Zhuan's family drove a shared car into the alley.

Before the car even stopped, he saw five big words on the package: Plasma TV.

Damn?

The car stopped suddenly and Zhu Zhuan was stunned.

These two people...are they also here to give gifts?

They are laughing so happily, I guess Brother Funeral has already unfollowed them?

It seems that Brother Sangsang has no shortage of TVs... It's mainly because the TV I bought myself... is not of high quality enough...

What the hell should I do?

It seems that giving gifts is not working, so let’s implement plan B!

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Zhuanjia turned around and went into a suit shop.

Ten minutes later, he was dressed in a suit, black sunglasses, a slicked-back hair, a tie and small leather shoes.

It only took Zhu Zhuanjia one hour to complete Brother Qiang's identity transformation.

Now, his persona is that of a successful group president, who wants to be on equal footing with Zhang Fan and plan his own funeral fifty years from now.

…

Twenty minutes later, the "high-spirited" Zhu Zhuanjia walked into Changhong Funeral Home.

"Hi Lei, I heard that your store has funeral booking activities?"

"Yes, if you book now, you can enjoy a 75% discount."

Zhang Fan had a blank expression on his face and asked softly, "Sir, who are you booking for?"

"For myself, of course."

Zhu Zhuanjia took out a check, wrote down a string of numbers in a casual manner, and then threw it on the reception desk.

"Here's three hundred thousand. I want to book my funeral fifty years from now."

Although he was panicking inside, his voice was sonorous, powerful and calm.

I just hope that I can escape the punishment of Brother Funeral through this method.

"It doesn't matter when it's done, what matters is when the contract is signed."