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Chapter 289 Why Do We Need Your Permission?

The sales manager went to the Crawford family's tomb and found that they had already dug the grave

and it was about to be relocated.

He hurried over to Anthony, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Anthony, what's going on…"

Anthony glanced at him, it turned out to be the sales manager of the cemetery.

He said lightly, "We're moving the grave,"

The sales manager was sweating profusely.

Why did he ask nonsense?

He even saw the grave being moved!

"Uh… Your ancestors were doing good here, why did you decide to move the grave all of a sudden?

You didn't even tell us you're coming… I didn't even print out the permission letter to move graves…"

When Lilly heard that you needed permission to move graves, she was a little confused.

"We're moving our ancestors, why would we need your consent?" She asked in confusion.

The sales manager laughed, "This is the procedure, you need our permission before you can move

graves,"

Lilly was even more surprised, "They're our ancestors, not yours, why would we need your consent?

You're not the Ruler of Hell,"

The sales manager's face froze.

Anthony handed him an application form, and said coldly, "We've already done that,"

Why did they need his consent to move graves?

Anthony's eyes became cold and stern, "Know your place, Mr. Reeves,"

"The application to move graves is to let the cemetery know that the family members of the deceased

had been relocated and to prevent others from robbing the grave. Not for you to boss us around!"

Anthony was menacing and his face was cold. That was the side of him that everyone feared.

The sales manager's face was pale, and said again, "Of course, sir. I didn't mean that. What I meant

was to let us know ahead of time so we could help you prepare in advance…"

Since the Crawford family's tomb was located in Greenhill Cemetery, it made them prosperous and

their burial plots were in high demand.

Some places were reserved for noble people so that they could provide them when they needed them.

So, some people who understood that they needed connections to buy their plot of land would ask him

for a quota and donate to his cemetery.

However, Mr. Reeves was used to being arrogant, so he did not hold back what he said earlier. After

using the Crawford family's grave as an advertisement, he thought he was superior to everyone.

Anthony did not bother to look at him, and said coldly, "There's no need,"

Edward sneered, "Why would you need to stick your nose in our family's business? Who do you think

you are?"

Can't he see that we're a large family?

They could finish the job in no time if each person helped out.

Mr. Reeves opened his mouth.

The Crawford family brought business to the Greenhill Cemetery. If the Crawford family decided to

move the grave, would they lose business?

How could he let the Crawford family move graves?

Mr. Reeves became humble and asked apologetically, "Mr. Anthony, may I know why you decided to

move the grave? Did we not do a good job? Please tell us so that we can make it up to you,"

Anthony did not want to waste time talking to him.

Hannah was kind and shouted, "Lilly said the omen here isn't good and our ancestors didn't like it!"

There were still people around and they are all stunned when they heard this.

Is it true?

The Crawford family said that the omen here isn't good.

Then it would be a bad omen!

They began to consider moving their graves as well.

Those who could not move graves felt regretful as they spent a lot of money buying a burial plot here…

Mr. Reeves panicked and said, "Who said the omen here isn't good? Don't talk about nonsense, kid!"

If there were rumors about the omen at Greenhill Cemetery was not good, those who were wealthy and

powerful would not come here!

There would even be people who want refunds after buying their burial plots here

Then, he had to sell the plots at a low price since no one wanted them.

How could he lower the price of the plots all at once?

His plots had increased to 560,000 dollars per square foot. Would it decrease to 200, 000 dollars per

square foot just like before?

If that were the case, poor people could now afford their plots.

Mr. Reeves thought about it and said anxiously, "Mr. Anthony, kids speak nonsense, how could you Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

listen to a child's wish? Would you believe what the kids say?"

Mr. Reeves looked at Lilly and felt speechless. She looked like she was still in kindergarten, what did

she know?

Unexpectedly, when he said this, everyone in the Crawford family glared at him in unison.

They were unfriendly toward him and Edward's eyes widened. It was like he was about to beat him up.

"Get lost!" Edward patted the shovel on his hand.

How else could Mr. Reeves negotiate with them?

At this moment, Hugh spoke up, and scolded him, "Who's your boss? Do you want to lose your job?"

Mr. Reeves choked, he did not dare to speak.

Not being able to sell the burial plots was a small issue compared to offending the Crawford family.

He would have to suffer if he lost his job.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Reeves, who was arrogant, bowed at a 90-degree angle and kept apologizing.

"I was being ignorant, I don't mean anything else, please forgive me…"

He stepped back after speaking.

Mr. Reeves watched the Crawford family move the grave and left.

In the morning, someone from the cemetery greeted the Crawford family, but they left within an hour.

Mr. Reeves' heart was cold.

The salesman came in a hurry and said with a sad face, "Manager, all the orders placed in the morning

have been returned..."

The sales manager had a headache and wanted to cry.

He thought that he could make a profit today.

Why did the Crawford family have to relocate their grave at that crucial moment?

"Call Miss Clay... Tell her that we still have some plots left and we'll give her a 30 no, 40 percent

discount! Tell her to buy it!"

"And for those who thought that it was too expensive in the morning, give them all a 40 percent

discount!"

The salesperson was surprised, as it was a 40% discount. The original price of 560,000 dollars would

decrease to 370,000 dollars.

The salesperson started calling everyone. He called Miss Clay first.

Since Miss Clay had 500,000 dollars, she would buy the burial plot immediately once she heard that

the price decreased to 370,000 dollars.

"Hello Miss Clay, it's Nathan! I begged the manager for the burial plot you were interested in this

morning and I'm able to give you a 40 percent discount now…"

"It was 560,000 dollars in the morning, but now you can get one square meter for 370,000 dollars. Isn't

this a great deal? Can you come over right now?"