Although Xia Chenghao was full of anger, he was not reckless, he wanted to hear what the people here were saying, and it was always his course of action to plan and then act.

Although he is not on a mission now, ten years of caution have taught him to observe every big and small operation.

"You... Who are you looking for? The middle-aged fat man looked at Xia Chenghao, whose face was covered with mud, with a surprised face, and asked with a stammering face. I don't know when the other party also saw the existence of the young man through the crack in the door, so he asked.

"Find your person in charge here!" Xia Chenghao was concise and to the point.

"The curator is in a meeting!" The fat man is not happy, what kind of person is the curator, which is a person with a face full of grass who wants to see it. Usually if he wants to see the curator, he has to make an appointment with the assistant curator a week in advance, and he once secretly looked at Assistant Huang's notebook with a black ****, and the schedule on it was enough to make people wait for several days.

"Take me to him!" Xia Chenghao said coldly.

"No, he's in a meeting, if you go to register first, maybe you'll have a chance to see him in ten days." The expression on that guy's face was still so black and terrifying.

Xia Chenghao grabbed him by the collar and picked up the fat man, just like carrying a small animal to be slaughtered.

A thin man with an angry face rushed out of the office, looking up at the huge fat man being carried out of the door by the man in black.

Xia Chenghao took a step back and stood in the hallway.

"Where?" Xia Chenghao looked ahead, asked coldly in his mouth, and then broke off again: "Say ......"

Although the voice is not loud, it pierces people's hearts like a needle, making the lower body and legs of the fat man in his hand hot and wet, and urinate incontinence? A faint stench began to fill the air.

Xia Chenghao's hand tightened and stretched out, and he carried the middle-aged fat man a little farther away, because the faint smell was already difficult for him to accept.

The middle-aged fat man began to give up the struggle, and said weakly: "He has a meeting in the conference room on the fifth floor!" ”

Because Xia Chenghao's hand kept clutching his collar, and his own weight was too large, he was almost out of breath.

Xia Chenghao just hung in the air and picked up the more than 100 kilograms of meat and walked upstairs, the man in mid-air had already begun to fall into a semi-comatose state, and he was already suffocated.

At the top of the stairs, Xia Chenghao had already heard an impassioned baritone coming from above.

"During the work period, we paid close attention to management, formulated various management systems and reform plans, so that funeral homes and cemeteries turned losses into profits in the shortest possible time, and cooperated with the municipal government to complete the management and upgrading of the city's funeral service industry......"

The applause in the conference room rushed out of the door like a tsunami tide and swept through the entire building, which contained enough enthusiasm and energy to resurrect all the corpses that were sleeping in the morgue and live for another thirty years.

"Knock-", the door to the conference room was kicked open.

The thick wooden door actually broke away from the strong shackles of the door frame, and fell down from top to bottom, and the two door panels joined together, and smashed on the thick carpet so hard, making a loud noise, shaking up a cloud of dust.

A gust of wind blew the smiling curator's hair meticulously ruffled, and the speech he was holding in his hand was blown into the air by the wind, and the pieces of paper flew and scattered, and finally scattered weakly.

Everyone opened their mouths in unison, perhaps because the applause was too enthusiastic when it came, and too surprised when the applause was over.

Such a fast-paced change had completely overdrawn all the energy in the room, and now it was like a sudden torrential rain in a hot sky. The large room, which had been filled with applause and laughter, had now become a dead silence, and time had fallen into absolute stillness at this moment.

Xia Chenghao looked at the room coldly, and suddenly let go of his hand, and the fat man who fell immediately sat on the ground with his eyes rolled and collapsed, and subconsciously clamped his legs tightly.

"Are you the curator?" Xia Chenghao asked coldly.

The fat man in the suit, who had been flushed with red face, was now sweating profusely, muttering something he didn't know what to say, and his eyes wandered over his loyal subordinates.

But usually as long as he looks at him, he will cheer and cheer, and the subordinates who have arranged everything seem to have become strangers today, and they all want to shrink their bodies under the chairs and pull others over to cover their heads, let alone respond to his call.

"Are you—the curator?" Xia Chenghao asked coldly again, his eyes already showing an impatient fierce light, a kind of fierce light that only demons who are about to choose people to devour.

"Yes...... Be...... It's me! The curator replied weakly.

He didn't know why this terrible man with dirt on his face had broken into the conference room, why he had interrupted the tsunami of applause, and he thought that this work report would be called a day after his perfect speech, but it was a nightmare.

The rest of the audience began to think a little, and they wondered why the tall man had barged in so angrily to find the curator.

Looking at the dirt on the young man's body, everyone had endless thoughts in their hearts.

Maybe it was the personal enmity between the curator and him, otherwise it would be impossible for the young man to find someone directly as soon as he came in, so everyone showed a relaxed expression of understanding and understanding, and began to prepare to watch the next good show.

"You come out!" Xia Chenghao stepped in front of the fat curator in two steps, and grabbed him as he did just now, and everyone gasped.

The scene just now was too shocking, it had exceeded their understanding, and the young man Hao gently grabbed and lifted the fat curator weighing one hundred and forty kilograms into the air, which was really a little too amazing.

Xia Chenghao dragged the fat curator out of the building all the way, and then walked towards the mountain.

Someone proposed to call the police and selected the middle-aged fat man as the person who provided clues to the police, but he was afraid of retaliation, so he said that he was unwell and tried to refuse, but he still reluctantly dialed the police station under repeated requests from everyone.

"Hey!" Someone answered the phone, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and no one dared to inhale or exhale or gasp.

"This is a crematorium!" The middle-aged fat man opened his mouth and spit out the words he usually used to answer the phone, but his voice was a little shaky.

He had never reported the case, but everyone began to nod frequently, apparently quite satisfied with the middle-aged fat man's opening questions. The fat man looked around and nodded, obviously expressing his understanding and gratitude for the support of his colleagues, and at the same time signaling everyone not to make a sound.

"What? What are you? "The person on the other side of the phone was obviously a little confused.

"Crematorium!" The middle-aged fat man began to repeat what he had just said, and his voice became louder, because with the support and understanding of so many people, he had relaxed to the same state as he usually answered the phone.