Pointing to the business items written on the glass, Mr. Secretary asked, "What do these mean?" ”

The person sitting at the cash register seemed to be awakened by the sound of his voice, and almost fell off his seat, and there was quite a stir.

When people stood up, Mr. Secretary found that there was an eleven or twelve-year-old Xiao Zhengtai sitting there. Because he was too short, he sat there with his legs on the ground, so he fell.

Xiao Zhengtai stood behind the cash register, probably because he found that he was too short to see each other clearly, so he hesitated for a moment and went around to the front of the cash register.

In the face of this man who woke himself up and almost caused him to wrestle, Xiao Zhengtai is obviously nothing? Good temper, holding his arms, he explained angrily: "It's literal!" ”

Literally? Mr. Secretary is also well-informed, but he doesn't understand these businesses.

"Do what you want to do quickly, get out of the house last night, don't delay Lao Tzu's sleep!"

Xiao Zhengtai's attitude is very arrogant, and it has a kind of rebellious period.

Mr. Secretary, as a person who came over, was about to open his mouth to educate the flower of the motherland not to be so irritable, when there was a sound of footsteps upstairs.

There was a staircase and down a skinny old man.

He still has a sloppy beard on his chin and wears a Taoist robe.

This beard, this equipment, well, he was not mistaken, it should be this shop.

It's a pity that the decoration of the store and the style of the Taoist priest are not unified. This business is done, and I don't know how to adapt to the situation, since I am equipped with a Taoist priest, I should get some corresponding supporting equipment, what incense burner, peach wood sword rune paper, etc., to create a momentum. There is no such atmosphere when engaging in this kind of European-style luxury, and coupled with those nondescript business projects, it is even more unprofessional. Let an adolescent child look at the store, do you want to make money in the end?

Shaking his head, Mr. Secretary was a little disappointed. With such supporting facilities, even if they use Tuomeng as a gimmick, it is difficult to cheat their boss's money. At the very least, the old man can't pass that level.

"Is this 23 Wandering Street?" Mr. Secretary asked knowingly.

The Taoist priest looked Mr. Secretary up and down and nodded.

"I called before, and one of your women here answered and gave me the address."

The Taoist priest nodded again, but said nothing.

Mr. Secretary was a little embarrassed. If you're a customer and you've already made a reservation, shouldn't you be hospitable and ask if you need it when you arrive at the store? How do you know how to nod your head, and then let yourself speak?

I ran to a store that did weight loss and purchasing to ask about burning paper for the dead, even if it was sure that it was this store, he was a little embarrassed!

"You called?" A nice female voice came from the top of the stairs.

It's a nice sound, but it's chilling.

By the way, it was this voice that answered the phone. Mr. Secretary looked up happily.

He saw a beautiful woman coming down from the upper floor.

It's beautiful, but it's kind of familiar.

But Mr. Secretary didn't have the time to think about whether he had met this beautiful woman from some place one night, and even if he really remembered where he had met, danced, or even slept, he didn't really care.

He is now more concerned about whether this business can really support his dreams.

If you bring the boss and father and son to this strange place, spend a lot of money and then don't give an explanation, I'm afraid that my job will be yellow.

Thinking of this, he suddenly regretted that he had come here. The boss wants to burn a grand paper, so let them go to the cemetery to do a special job, and when the time comes, people will not burn the management, at most it will be embarrassing, anyway, it is a normal procedure, and he has no responsibility.

If he proposed to do something smokeless, but the momentum was too small and the promised dream was not realized, he would be responsible

Target.

That's it, anyway, if you wade through the water first, you can be considered dutiful. When the boss blames him for why he didn't find another way, he can still take it out and talk about it.

I looked for it, and I experimented with it myself, and found out that it was fake! Cheating money! I can't pit the boss not!

How sincere! How touching!

Thinking of this, Mr. Secretary felt that it would be cost-effective to post even a little sacrifice fee by himself.

"What do you want to give to the people down there?" The woman asked.

Seeing that the person from the upper road was coming, Mr. Secretary was not sloppy, and said directly: "My second aunt gave me a dream a few days ago, saying that she had no shoes to wear, and wanted me to bring her some shoes." ”

Shoe? The prison painting frowned. How much can shoes be worth? However, thinking of the opening of his new store, since he scared away a bunch of people watching the excitement that day, he still has no business, so he has to nod his head with the mentality of clearing the warehouse and running to make money.

"We charge based on the value of the sacrificial items. But it's not easy to find someone to run a trip, so there is a minimum handling fee, 1000. ”

1,000 yuan is the lowest price that Miss Prison can bear to drive herself to run errands.

But the price still made Mr. Secretary frown. Who spends so much money on burning shoes?

Seeing the man frowning, the prison painting added: "Protect dreams, don't dream and don't want money." What am I doing with some of your broken shoes? ”

That seems to be the case.

It's hard to say that there is such a thing as dreaming, sometimes you think about it day and dream at night, and if you burn the paper, you will subconsciously feel that you will receive five-star praise. No matter how repeatedly the other party hints or even hypnosis, it is possible that he will really dream.

Although Mr. Secretary 100% did not believe that his second aunt would receive the shoes, he had a deep obsession with the result of the dream.

Do it. If you don't do it, you'll be curious and can't sleep tonight. With such a high salary, is it possible that people will not sleep well?

The secretary immediately agreed, called home and asked the second aunt about what she did before her death, and bought a few pairs of women's sandals from the city center and brought them over.

After looking at the quality of those shoes, he knew that this guy didn't believe that he had come to explore. Who said that if you want to send shoes to your dead second aunt, you will send high heels? It's still an outdated model, and at first glance, it's a broken code clearance, which is obviously a save. I don't know what his elderly second aunt's expression will be when she sees the ten-centimeter high heels sent by her nephew.

But prison painting doesn't matter. This means that there are still big orders behind!

Ambition suddenly rises in my heart!

"Write to me about the deceased." He threw paper and pen to Mr. Secretary, and then posted the situation of the second aunt in the Ten Palaces of the Yama King Group, and asked everyone to find someone for her.

She is now the big creditor of the Ten Palaces of Yama, and they owe her both public and private, so no one dares to delay what she explains, for fear that she will be urged in the group if she is a little slower. It's shameless.

Soon, the prison painting received feedback.

"Your second aunt loved gossip when she was alive?"

Mr. Secretary was a little confused.

"If you don't love gossip, how can you be locked up in hell with your tongue pulled?"

Tongue Pulling Hell?

My second aunt is a good citizen, and I usually take some discounted vegetable leaves in the vegetable market, dance with the little old man in the square, and have never done anything out of the ordinary? Even if they usually gossip or something, aren't the old sisters all like that together? I won't go to hell!

"Beauty, the deceased is the greatest, it's not appropriate to joke about it, right?" Mr. Secretary was a little angry.

Hearing his bad tone, he looked up at Mr. Secretary in surprise.

"Oh? Isn't it? But it doesn't matter. However, your second aunt may not be short of shoes, relatively speaking, she should be more short of money to improve her treatment or something. ”

Lo and behold, that's the whole point of the scam. Don't give money, what do they earn

This?

Mr. Secretary, adhering to the principle of saving a little is a little, resolutely rejected the proposal.

The prison painting shrugged. She didn't care very much, she took a fancy to the big order behind this man. No matter how much money he paid for this order, she always had a way for him to receive feedback from his second aunt. As for whether it is a good or bad review, it is difficult to say.

"Okay, the shoes are accepted, and the fee will be charged after the dream."

The secretary left the shop suspiciously.

On the Wandering Soul Street again, Mr. Secretary felt as if he had just had a dream. I searched for a store from the Internet, found it according to the address, and then inexplicably moved my second aunt out, and went to buy a few pairs of shoes for sale, and the matter was over?

Is this paper burning? There's no sense of ritual at all, is it?

Prison painting here, but Hu Cai directly called up the surveillance to take a screenshot of the secretary's face, packed up and moved today's mobile phone and those shoes out of the store and sent them to the small pickup truck car parked at the door.

Mr. Secretary, who had not yet gone far, happened to see this scene.

A beautiful woman with an air-conditioner in her voice, a thin Taoist priest with a beard who only nods, and a bear child with a very stinky temper threw the few pairs of shoes he had just bought in the carriage.

Then, go away.

Could it be that they are going to drive this car to the underworld?

Mr. Secretary, who was thundered by this thought, stood alone on the Wandering Street and giggled for a long time.

It's just a matter of cheating money, pretending not to know the professional point of pretending, and getting a pickup truck can deliver to the underworld? The secretary returned to the door of the store, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the door of the store.

This matter is done with Mr. Secretary. With this photo and the receipts for the purchase of shoes, even if it is to give the boss an explanation that he did not think of to make the sacrificial sweep ingenious.

Look, how hard I worked, even this kind of corner unreliable shop to try.

I was able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

For Mr. Secretary, he did get a good night's sleep in the first half of the night, and he fell asleep upside down, and slept for four hours without any stubble.

Then, he got up and took a sip of water.

I went back to sleep. Before falling asleep, I was still thinking that the second aunt didn't know where she was now, and she didn't know if she was talking about her shoes.

Thinking of this, Mr. Secretary closed his eyes and smiled, and fell asleep again.

This sleep is a big show.

Mr. Secretary first heard the sound of "tick, tick", dripping water.

In the dark, Mr. Secretary thought it was the shower head in the bathroom draining. Sometimes the shower head will be like that, just after using it up, it will be fine, and after a few hours, suddenly a lot of water will drip down.

Mr. Secretary didn't pay attention at first. But this time the sound of dripping water lasted a little longer. Mr. Secretary, who thought he was awake, covered his ears impatiently.

But it didn't work. Sometimes that's the case, the more you want to ignore the sound, the more you can't ignore it.

"Hey, let's fix it!" A voice said.

"What to repair, it's not broken. It's all like that! ”

"It's not all like that! The people next door have moved to a new place. If you change to a new place, it won't leak! ”

"Nonsense!" Mr. Secretary thought to himself, this man is really stupid. The shower head will drip water, and there will still be a shower head in a different place!

With his eyes closed, Mr. Secretary tried to fall asleep. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep......

No, something seems wrong.

What's wrong?

One sheep, two sheep......

The sheep live together in flocks, and they can find a partner no matter what, unlike him, who is busy all day long until there is no object, and he still lives alone.

Alone......

Who was the person who spoke just now?