The sales manager went directly to the Murray family's ancestral cemetery and found that the "demolition team" was all there and they really wanted to relocate the graves.

He hurriedly went to find Martin, anxiously asking, "Mr. Murray, what is going on?"

Martin glanced at him. It turned out that he was the sales manager of the cemetery.

He said lightly, "We are relocating the graves."

The sales manager was sweating profusely. Wasn't that obvious?

"These ancestors were living here peacefully. Why do you suddenly want to relocate them? You didn't even inform us... I haven't seen any application to relocate the graves..."

Susie was puzzled when she heard that they needed someone else's approval to relocate the graves.

"Why do we need your approval to relocate our own ancestors? You are not the God of Death, are you?" she asked in confusion.

The sales manager forced a smile and said, "It's like this. We need to apply to relocate the graves, and we can only do it with your approval..."

Susie became even more confused. "Our ancestors belong to our family. Why do we need your approval? You are not the God of Death, are you?"

The sales manager's face suddenly turned pale.

Martin handed him an application and said coldly, "We have already completed the process."

An application was necessary, but did they need his approval?

Martin's eyes became cold and sharp. "Mr. Li, know your place. The purpose of the application to relocate graves is to allow the cemetery to confirm that the relocation is being carried out by the deceased's relatives, to prevent people from falsely claiming to be the deceased's relatives and stealing the graves. It's not for you to act like a boss!"

The sales manager's face turned even paler. He repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, I didn't mean that. What I meant was... we just want to know in advance so that we can prepare for you..."

Since the Murray family had settled their ancestral cemetery in the Peasants Cemetery, this place had become a valuable feng shui location and there was high demand for it.

Some spaces were reserved internally to take care of some high-ranking officials and wealthy people, so they could be provided with timely service when needed.

Therefore, some people who understood these internal operations would come to ask for a space or a burial plot.

Manager Leandro is used to being arrogant, so he couldn't control himself when he spoke earlier. Having used the Murray family as a brand for so long, he had a feeling of superiority over everyone else.

Martin didn't even look at him and said coldly, "No need."

Michael sneered, "What do you need to prepare for our family's affairs? Are you one of us?"

Haven't you seen how many people are in the Murray family?

One person with a hoe, and in less than half an hour, they could dig through the cement.

Manager Leandro opened his mouth, but Murray family was the signature of the Qing Shan Cemetery.

If the Murray family left, the cemetery's performance would drop by at least half. How could they let the Murray family leave?

Manager Leandro humbly asked, "Mr. Murray, may I understand why we are relocating the graves here? Is there anything we didn't do well, and can you give us a chance to remedy it?"

Martin naturally didn't want to waste any more words.

Manny kindly shouted, "Our Susie said that your feng shui here is bad! Our ancestors don't like it!"

There were also some worshippers around who were stunned when they heard this.

Really?

The Murray family even said the feng shui here is bad.

Then it must be bad!

The wealthy also began to consider relocating their graves.

Those who were not so wealthy regretted spending a large amount of money to buy something here...

Manager Leandro's head became even bigger, he was panicked, and kept saying, "Oh, this, who said our feng shui is bad? Don't talk nonsense, child!"

If it was spread that the Qing Shan Cemetery's feng shui was bad, who would still come here with money and power?

There would be a large number of people requesting to relocate their graves!

In order to deal with it, these graves would have to be sold cheaply later, right?

This would immediately lower the "real estate price" of the cemetery!

Their cemetery prices had just risen to 560,000 dollars per square meter, but would it not drop to the initial 200,000 dollars per square meter later?

Then only some poor people would come here...

Manager Leandro is stressed out and getting more and more anxious. "Mr. Murray, this kid speaks without restraint. How can we listen to a child about such a big matter? Can we trust what a child says?"

He glanced at Susie; this little girl is really talkative.

She looks like she's still in kindergarten.

What does she know?

Unexpectedly, when he said this, everyone from the Murray family looked at him in unison.

Their eyes were very unfriendly, even Michael stared at him with eyes as big as brass bells, as if he was about to beat him up.

"Get out of here!" Hot-tempered Uncle Michael directly grabbed a shovel and patted it in his hand!

Manager Leandro still wanted to argue, but at this time, the patriarch of the Murray family spoke with a stern face, "Who is in charge of your cemetery? You don't want to do business anymore, do you?"

Manager Leandro was choked and dared not speak. Selling cemetery plots may seem like a small matter, but offending the Murray family would be a big deal.

If he messes up his own boss's rice bowl, he'll be in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Manager Leandro, who was just arrogant at the sales office, bent over 90 degrees and kept apologizing.

"I, Li, was ignorant. I didn't mean anything else. I hope you can forgive me."

After apologizing, he quickly stepped aside. Manager Leandro watched helplessly as the Murray family's grand procession moved the graves and drove away.

In the morning, someone was specially sent to greet the Murray family at the cemetery, but they left in less than an hour.

Manager Leandro's heart sank.

The salesperson hurried over with a mournful face and said, "Manager, all the orders that were placed this morning have been cancelled..."

The sales manager had a headache and felt like crying.

He had sales targets to meet today.

Why did the Murray family have to leave at this time?

"Call that Miss Colter... Tell her we have a few spots left and offer her a 30% discount to boost our sales... No, give her a 40% discount! Sign her order!"

"And for those who wanted to buy this morning but thought it was too expensive, give them a 40% discount too!"

The salesperson was surprised.

That was a 40% discount! From 560,000 dollars to 370,000 dollars!

Manager Leandro didn't have the mood to talk anymore and left in a hurry.

The salesperson had to start making calls one by one, and the first person he called was Miss Colter.

After all, she had 500,000 dollars in hand, and if she heard about the 370,000-dollars deal, she would definitely take it.

"Hello, Miss Colter, this is Xiao Li! I talked to the leader this morning and we agreed to offer a 40% discount..."

"This morning it was still 560,000 dollars, but now the promotion is even bigger. You can get a one-square-meter large apartment for only 370,000 dollars. It's true. You can come over now, can you?"