Zach in the office put down his hand that opened the curtains, turned around calmly, and sat back in the office chair, "Lady Donna can rest assured, the matter outside has been resolved." "At this time, instead of lamenting the convenience brought by the reversal of the orientation of the new Grande office (the front yard used to be outside the window, now it is the backyard), on the contrary, Zach needs to explain why this person who is obviously a 'guest' came to the Grande's backyard in the first place, and there was an argument in someone else's backyard, which is a bit offensive to the owner, isn't it.

It's just that Zach won't ask explicitly.

"Things won't work out. Old Lady Donna's half-edged eyes stopped on her desk, "If the funeral doesn't happen, the matter won't be settled." "Excessively calm.

"Then let's get started. "Well, when James is 'active' outside, Zach here is actually watching the show and not doing his work at all, "Let's start with the basics. Zach flipped through Grande's work notes, took out his pen, and prepared to take notes, "I wonder where Mr. Donna is now?"

It's not heaven or hell, it's-

"Mercy Hospital. ”

"Presumptuously, but it is necessary to ask, Mr. Donna, how is he doing, and is there anything we Grande need to pay attention to when we go to pick him up. "For example, if the body has been dissected in the hospital and left for too long, when it is transported to the funeral home, you have to pay attention to the environment, and we know that Zach doesn't like the smell of the dead.

Mrs. Donna raised her eyes, glanced at Zach, and then returned to her original state, "No. "Do you feel it, what kind of image Zack is in Lady Donna's eyes? There is no consolation at all, just a pure businessman.

Isn't it? When you're outside, you say that you only talk to guests who are willing to be in the Grande, and here, the first question. I got the corpse to Grande first, and then we talked about the rest of the business.

Zach didn't care, and didn't care what the other party thought, and continued, "Then do you have any requirements for makeup, Madame? Do you provide it or do we take care of it at the funeral home? ”

"I'll give you a suit that he usually wears. There is no sadness and mood swings that most people have when talking about these things, and the answer is so calm.

"About the choice of coffins. Zach was pleased with the other party's calmness, and there was no need to be deliberate, "I don't know if Madame has seen it in the exhibition hall." "Oh, you seem to have gone straight to Grande's backyard, Madame probably hasn't seen it." ”

Zach stood up. "I'll go with Madame to have a look. Our coffin maker Hank is a decades-old craftsman, and Mrs. can listen to the introduction first, and then make a decision on whether to make a new one or buy it directly. ”

Old Mrs. Donna didn't mean to move, "Don't look at it, I'm going to make it order, Hank will do it himself." ”

Forget it, it's not a surprise to look at her age -- the longer she lives, the more people she knows. That's right.

Zach sat down again, and the other party did not follow his guidance. It doesn't matter anymore. Speaking of which, it's just a matter of politeness, and Zach doesn't plan to care.

"The material of the coffin. For the first time, Old Lady Donna had an expression, "Do you Grande have reserves?" asked thoughtfully. It's just that this expression is buried in criss-crossing wrinkles, which is a little difficult to detect.

"Madame knows anything about coffins?" said Zach, just casually, "there are a lot of ordinary pines. There are also some ...... of the more precious nanmu."

"I don't care about the precious, what you don't have and what you need to reorder. She said so.

Zach raised an eyebrow and didn't speak for a moment, but poured a glass of 'wine'. It conveys the meaning that needs to be explained.

The other party has no intention of explaining.

Zach pursed his lips, not knowing for what purpose, "The worst composite wood, no." Zach began to shake his glass, "It's the usual wood chips that are repressed to make the planks, is Madame trying to use this wood for your husband's coffin?"

Old Mrs. Donna shriveled at first, "Forget it, Nanmu." ”

Zach put down his glass and made a note, "Regarding the coffin, Madame still needs to give a general request, such as painting, sandwiching, lining materials......"

"The most complex style. Here's the answer.

Zach frowned, as if the old woman in front of him was 'trying' in some weird direction.

"Madame, isn't it true that you're not going to look at the samples in the showroom?"

"What's so nice to look at, it's just a box for a dead man. Old Mrs. Donna's half-matched eyes seemed to move, and when the 'dead man' exited, after all, she was still a little emotional, "Isn't the more complicated the box?" ”

"Well, then we'll leave it to ourselves, and I'll put them together in a report and send them to Madame for your attention. Zach said this, and at the same time decided in his heart that he wanted to take pictures of Old Hank's works, organize them, and make them into an album, so as not to meet the kind of people he has today!

"Next, about the cemetery. Zach continued, "If you want to choose a location, I still recommend that Madame go and ...... herself."

"Don't look at it, as long as it's not the north. "Just like that, it was answered with nonsense in federal tradition.

"Then ......" Zach tilted his chin and decided to continue 'leaving it to us to decide', "I don't know what type of cemetery Madame wants? If it's a family, or a couple's cemetery, we might plan a larger site......" Zach glanced at the other party, looking at the other party's calm face, and didn't want to apologize for the ominous implication in his words, "If it's a single tomb......"

"Isn't it more labor-intensive and time-consuming to merge the tombs?"

"Naturally. Zach replied. The direction of this dialogue is becoming clearer.

"Then the tomb will be closed. I'll sort out the genealogy and everyone will take care of it. ”

Zach didn't need to ask more things, closed the notebook, such as the decoration of the tomb, the tombstone and the like, "I don't know if Mrs. has any expectations for the funeral time?" Instead, he jumped a long way and asked the funeral home to ask everything he needed to prepare before he could have the specific time that the funeral home assessed by itself, "After all, the funeral church and the presiding pastor and priest all need to make an appointment." ”

Sure enough, the answer was this-

"How long has you made a reservation for Grande, and how long is the longest preparation in between?"

"Madame trying to delay the funeral as much as possible?" Zach asked bluntly, leaning back in his chair, clasping his arms. At first, you may think that the conflict in the courtyard is because someone 'can't wait', and sure enough, a slap can't be slapped, because the person in front of you 'wants to delay'.

It's just that I don't know if this 'want to procrastinate' is the same as Mrs. Quin's, desperate 'don't give the other party a little satisfaction'.

"Yes. Half-paired's eyes were fully opened, and he looked at the master of Grande, who was already in a state of voice, "I can pay an additional fee, how long can you delay." "It's 'on' too," Zach is right, Hank looks like he's no longer in charge, and you're the one in charge. Treat this as a commission, you'd better know what I'm talking about. ”

Zach squinted and smiled, his question finally answered, "Understood." This was entrusted to Grande. Then, it was added, "For the sake of the old man of the previous generation of Grande." (To be continued.) )