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... in the war. It had the same function as the mortuary in the hospital. After the death of the employees, they would be stored here and the administrative department would arrange the funeral.

if the staff’s family members wanted to retrieve the body and bury it themselves, baoze would give a generous compensation for the family members to buy a cemetery and hold a funeral.

For employees like San Wu who had no parents and no family, the funeral was handled by baoze and buried togeth ...

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