Li Yanyuan had already arranged it in advance, and she went to the funeral home to report directly with her work card and entry form.

She was given a job by a middle-aged man in his forties, who was a little fat and stammered a little, but he was quite enthusiastic.

"How did the little girl come up with the idea of working at the funeral home?" Uncle Zhou helped her get on the job and took her to familiarize herself with the working environment. "We do what we do, we deal with corpses every day. Girls are timid, and they may not be able to accept it at first, so you have to be mentally prepared......"

"Hmm." Qiao Keer nodded, and followed Uncle Zhou around the first floor, except for the security guard at the door. "Uncle Zhou, why is there no one? What about the rest of the employees? ”

Uncle Zhou looked down at the watch in his hand and replied, "It's nothing to do here, they should all watch movies in the lounge, and I'll take you over to say hello later."

"yes, okay." Qiao Keer hurriedly followed Uncle Zhou's footsteps, and when she passed by the cremation workshop, she suddenly felt a gust of cold wind, she shivered all over, and her back was cold.

Uncle Zhou pointed to the door in front of him and introduced, "This is the cremation workshop, so I won't take you in today."

"In the back is the condolence hall, and over there is the family lounge."

"Hmm." Qiao Ke'er nodded, and hurriedly wrote down what Uncle Zhou said.

"That's right!" Halfway through, Uncle Zhou suddenly stopped, looked back at her and said solemnly: "You have to remember, don't talk nonsense when you work here, and you can't say your name out loud." Also, remember not to say anything disrespectful to the deceased......"

"Okay, I remember."

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the other colleagues." Uncle Zhou took Qiao Keer upstairs and explained some precautions. "Also, like a table, a stool in the corner, and a coffin next to these places you can't sit around."

Uncle Zhou pushed open the door of the lounge, and there were only two people inside.

"Why are you two and Xiao Liu?" Uncle Zhou walked in, glanced at Qiao Keer and introduced, "This is a new colleague who just came, you can take care of it more."

"This is makeup artist Liao Min, and this is the funeral instructor Xiao Wang."

"Finally a newcomer." Liao Min put down the mobile phone in his hand, walked up to Qiao Keer and said enthusiastically, "Hello."

Liao Min is in his thirties and is very well maintained. She has fair skin, no wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, looks like a little girl in her early twenties, and her figure is also very good.

"Sister Min, hello." Qiao Keer smiled politely.

"Uncle Zhou, have you arranged a job for her?" Liao Min raised his hand to brush his long hair, and raised his eyes to look at Uncle Zhou who was standing next to him.

"Not yet, she just came here to familiarize her with the environment." Uncle Zhou replied.

"That's ......" Liao Min thought for a while, held her hand and said kindly, "Why don't you work with me?" I happen to be short of a makeup assistant, and you are not familiar with it when you first came here, so I can take you with me. ”

"Makeup Assistant ......"

"Hmm." Liao Min nodded, afraid that she would not understand and explained: "I am a corpse plastic surgeon, and to put it simply, I am applying makeup to the dead." But you don't have to be afraid, you just need to help me get started. ”

"That's fine, girl Qiao, you can follow Xiaomin first, let her take you." Uncle Zhou took out a box of cigarettes from his bag, lit it and took a deep breath, then continued: "Xiaomin, the person will be handed over to you, take care of it more."