Zhang Qingqing said: "But that doesn't mean it's the hall master! Master Xiang, let's go back and think about it now, don't you think this hall master is full of suspicions? Isn't it strange that he is obviously the hall master, but he didn't come to the beggar gang to take up the post, but asked Yu Haiyang to help him find a house? And as soon as he died, He Caizi's boyfriend appeared, still wearing a mask, obviously afraid that we would recognize him. And during the period when the hall master disappeared, the upper echelons of the beggar gang ignored the hall master, and no one even called over, didn't the incense master think it was strange?" This was analyzed very thoroughly, and the incense master couldn't refute it, and then he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, put it in his mouth and lit it, his hand trembled a little, he took a deep breath, and said, "You mean, this is a trap from beginning to end?" Zhang Qingqing nodded and said: " Anyway, I think so, this hall master is very yin, he dug a pit for us to jump, and when we jumped down, he stood on the edge of the pit and appeared!" Although the cigarette in the hand of the incense master only took two puffs, it was heavily extinguished in the ashtray at this time, his brows were furrowed, and he paced back and forth in the small space in the desk, and Zhang Qingqing did not dare to speak.

After a long time, the incense lord stopped, looked at Zhang Qingqing and said: "In addition to the photos, is there any more detailed information about this hall master?" Zhang Qingqing said: "This guy is very yin, and his anti-tracking ability is particularly strong, and the Black Tiger Gang has always wanted to follow him, but nothing has been found!" The incense lord thought for a long time before he said: "Let's put the matter of He Caizi aside first, we must find ways to dig out this hall master, and then kill him, otherwise we will all die!" Zhang Qingqing thought so deeply and nodded, inexplicably regretting that he was in the same stream with him, but it was a pity that he had already gotten on the thief ship and couldn't get down.

Nangu drank a lot of wine at noon, he went to bed late last night and got up early in the morning, but now the alcohol is sleepy, so he took a taxi back to sleep, Jiang Tong did not go back to Nangu's residence, but went back to his coffin shop, because he saw that the daughter of the boss who sold wreaths next door in the circle of friends sent a photo, which was a photo with the daughter of the boss who sold the urn next door, indicating that the daughter who sold the urn was back.

Yuxia and Yu Nana didn't drink much, they were in a high mood, and they didn't want to go back to sleep, so they went to the mall.

Jiang Tong returned to the heavenly coffin shop, and took a look at the door of the urn seller, the store was deserted, and he saw that the boss was lying on the recliner taking a nap, so he didn't squeak, pulled up the shutter door of his house, and walked in.

Although the scorching sun outside the house was empty, the store was gloomy, Jiang Tong casually found a coffin, sat on it, and looked at the steaming road outside the house, stunned.

Because the movement of him pulling the roller shutter door was too big, he woke up the urn seller, who was originally taking a nap, and the drowsiness was very light, and he went out and opened his eyes, and saw that Jiang Tong was back, so he put his hands behind his back, like a tiger patrolling the territory, and slowly walked over.

The owner of the urn seller is named Han Fusheng, bald but not bald, with a circle of hair hanging around his head, like a straw curtain, and his back is a little bent, but not hunched, it is said that it is because he did petty theft in his early years, and he always has to shrimp his waist when performing tasks.

When Han Fusheng entered the door and saw Jiang Tong sitting on the coffin, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, threw one to Jiang Tong, lit one himself, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, how did your coffin shop fish for three days and dry the net for two days in the past few days? If you really can't hold on, tell your uncle, Uncle bought your shop, but as long as this shop, the coffin is not wanted! You still pull the coffin to your hometown to sell, maybe you can sell it!" Because Han Fusheng sells urns, he is different from other people's business, others do business with a smile to welcome customers, but he can't, because his guests are all family members of the deceased, people are grief-stricken, you suddenly greet him with a smile and ask: How many does the boss want?

It's easy to be beaten by others. So not only could he not laugh, but he also had to pretend to be sad, and he almost didn't squeeze out tears.

So his life was boring. But since Jiang Tong came to open the coffin shop, he finally found the joy of life, that is, he came to laugh at Jiang Tong every day, comfortable and satisfied.

If he were an ordinary person, even if Jiang Tong had a good temper, he would beat him so much that he couldn't touch the north, but this old man was different, because he had a daughter named Han Xiaomi, who looked like a flower and jade, Jiang Tong fell in love with him on the first day he came, and it can be said that he fell in love at first sight, so he loved the house and Wu, and blindly tolerated this old man Han.

This is also the real reason why Jiang Tong has been opening this coffin shop. But Han Xiaomi is a flight attendant, and due to professional reasons, she is rarely at home, and sometimes she can't see each other for several months, so just now Jiang Tong saw Han Xiaomi appear in the circle of friends of the daughter of the boss who sold wreaths, so he hurried back, but he didn't see him yet.

Jiang Tong also lit the cigarette in his mouth at this time, took a puff and said, "Old man Han, you're here to laugh at me again, right?" Han Fusheng smiled and said, " Xiao Jiang, I'm here for your own good, look at your broken coffin shop, you haven't sold a coffin for a year, it's not me who hit you, you still can't sell a coffin in the next ten years, it's not good to do anything at a young age, you look at my daughter, it's easy to get more than 10,000 a month, and like a bird, flying around in the sky, free, why bother guarding this broken shop with no future?" Jiang Tong sighed: "Yes! Although Han Fusheng said that it was for his good, he really heard that he was going to change careers, and he was a little reluctant in his heart, if he left, no one would laugh at him in the future, and life would become boring again.

Then he said: "Where are you going to go? What are you going to do to make a living? Men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, you have to think about it carefully!" Jiang Tong smiled: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm still here, it's still this shop, but I don't sell coffins anymore, I sell other things!" Han Fusheng's heart tightened, and said, "What are you going to sell?" Jiang Tong said: "Sell urns! I think your urn business is very good!" Han Fusheng smiled and said: " Don't make a fuss, don't look at my shop, but the cost is very high, some urns cost hundreds of thousands, and a store can cost millions!" Jiang Tong said: "This is a big profit! I understand this truth!" Han Fusheng said: "But you have to have a book, this coffin shop must not squeeze you clean? This million is not a small amount, it's not that I look down on you, ordinary people can't take it out!" Jiang Tong jumped off the coffin, pushed open the coffin lid under him, and then beckoned to Han Fusheng.

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