I got up early in the morning and washed up. When washing, Liu Jun analyzed it with his wise brain: receiving customers, handicraft, escorting cars, and communicating between the two places, isn't this a proper foreign trade industry, witty as me. I went out and bought some soy milk fritters and took a taxi.

"Master, go to No. 89 Zhiyang Road." Yoo Jun said as he got into the car.

"Okay, fasten your seat belt" The driver is a middle-aged uncle, looking at a very familiar public face.

"Young man, you go to the paper burning street to run errands," said the driver's uncle.

"Huh? Burning paper on a street? Are they all funeral shops? Don't have another store? Liu Jun said curiously.

"Yes, there has always been a funeral office burning paper street, and there are no other shops," said the driver's uncle.

Hearing what the uncle said, Liu Jun's whole person was not good, and cold sweat flowed down. Suddenly, the high-tech job is not fragrant, and the image of the old man yesterday has become eerie and terrifying. Can I bump into ghosts in broad daylight?

However, the temptation of this high salary and the embarrassment of life made Liu Jun forcibly shocked. I kept comforting myself in my heart, it's okay, maybe the old man is a newly opened foreign trade store, and he opened it there, and the old man doesn't look like a normal brain, and this thing should be done.

The taxi drove for about 20 minutes and arrived at the gate of No. 89 Zhiyang Road, and Liu Jun got out of the car and looked up. A funeral shop without hanging the door, some wreaths placed at the door, burning paper. On the side of the door, there is a blue sign that clearly reads: No. 89 Zhiyang Road.

Liu Jun hesitated in place for a full five minutes, what to do? It's really a funeral shop. Can't get in? Forget it, fight it, Lao Tzu is a healthy flower of the motherland's nine-year compulsory education, and atheists will still be stunned by this?

While thinking, I slowly moved in, you read that right, it was moved... Liu Jun will never admit that he is afraid, but his legs and feet are not flexible...

I looked around when I entered the door, don't say hey, this store doesn't look big from the outside, but it's quite spacious inside. Directly opposite the door was a long, old-fashioned wooden counter, behind which was a large wooden cabinet with drawers. Ignoring the paper man next to him burning paper coins or something, Liu Jun almost thought that he had come to a Chinese medicine shop.

"Hey, boy, what are you looking at in that thief's eye?"

Liu Jun turned his head to see that there were two Taishi chairs on the left, and an old-fashioned wooden tea table in the middle. The old man sat on the Taishi's chair and said. This old man is really not a normal person, whose funeral shop has a Taishi chair? Anyone with a bit of a normal mind wouldn't do that?

"Old man, you're not authentic. How did the foreign trade industry become a funeral shop? Liu Jun said with resentment.

"Hey, don't slander people, old man, when did I say that it was a foreign trade job." The old man said.

"You bad old man, then you say, I can understand the reception of customers, what about the handiwork? What about escorts? What do you say about communicating between the two places? Liu Jun said angrily.

"Isn't it easy to do it, do you see those paper figures? It's all hand-tied, and the machines are soulless. As for the escort, some customers need it, so we have to follow the hearse. There is also the one who communicates between the two places, the old man is not talented, but he still knows some psychic skills to help customers communicate with people and ghosts in the yin and yang worlds. The old man touched his beard and calmed down.

？？？ Three greetings came to Liu Jun's mind. Can you explain it like that? There is no soul in the machine, and a paper tie man wants a woolen soul, which is scary. Still psychic arts, Naruto has seen too much? Summoning a large toad? I almost let this old man bring me a ditch. This bad old man is very bad, and he was leading me into a misunderstanding.

"You can do it, you are powerful, bad old man, you won, this taxi fare is blind, I can't afford to provoke me, can't I hide." Master is gone, what do you like? As he spoke, Yoo Jun turned and walked towards the door.

"Well, six thousand a month, well done and a commission, and the object, tsk, this job, I don't know which one will be cheaper" The old man looked at Liu Jun and turned around to leave, and said unhurriedly.

Yoo Jun was about to step out of the door's leg, but slowly retracted it. "Look, boss, I'll be on duty now? It doesn't matter if you have money or not, and it doesn't matter if you don't have the right person, I mainly think that someone has to do this kind of work. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, we, the three good young people of the new century, must have a high level of enlightenment. ”

"Well, is our salary paid monthly? When will I be arranged? Is it arranged as soon as you take up the post? Liu Jun said.

"You're a little bit promising, okay? The object depends on your performance, the salary is paid at the end of each month, not enough to give you a month, the old man is generous? ”

The old man said with a smile, thinking to himself: This kid is really real, this shameless energy is quite interesting.

"What, old man, it's the 29th today, at the end of tomorrow, will I be able to find you to get a month's salary tomorrow" Liu Jun said.

"Get out, this month doesn't count, go and put the paper figure or something! If you don't play shame again, your salary will be gone next month. The old man roared.

Hehe, this old man's personality is too bad, and he doesn't have any of the calmness and kindness that an old man should have.

"You are not allowed to go up to the second floor, you stay on the first floor, and I will teach you to tie paper or something like that, and there is a stack of paper in the middle drawer under the counter, write your name on it, and there is a brush next to it." The old man looked at Liu Jun and said.

Yoo Jun walked into the counter and looked down, opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper, and put it on the counter. looked at the side, picked up the brush on the side, danced with dragons and phoenixes, and wrote his name on it. We've used pencils, pens, ballpoint pens, and we've never written names with a brush. I looked at it, and the writing was still good.

The old man took the paper he wrote and looked at it carefully, Liu Jun didn't care too much, and he was used to it when it was abnormal.

"Old man, you said you know how to do psychics, so do you know how to draw talismans? It's like in the movie, the zombie Taoist is long, and a charm freezes the zombie? Liu Jun asked curiously.

"I can draw, but it's not time to teach you. Watch less movies or something, your brain won't be so big," the old man glanced at Liu Jun and said.

This old man, he speaks as he speaks, why does he still attack him personally.

"What, what does a charm look like? Awesome, isn't it? Although Liu Jun is a good young man in society, he always feels that this old man has two brushes. The old man's various actions are either mental patients who are discharged from the hospital without knowing which hospital they have recovered, or they really have some ability. The mental patient may not be big, because the set of Taishi chairs is pear blossom wood, Liu Jun has seen a set of work in the furniture city before, and the boss is very precious, and it is worth a lot. The average person can't afford to use this thing.

"What does a spell look like? It's similar to the dog crawling character you wrote, the difference is: the charmer can't read it, but the ghost can. You're amazing, people can't read ghosts, and they can't understand ghosts. The old man glanced at Liu Jun with contempt and said.

Hehe, you are amazing, you are 13, you are the boss, we can't afford to provoke us. Why did you despise this for a while, Liu Jun thought to himself.