After listening to what Zhao Fei said, I almost scolded my mother.

This pockmark is not pockmark, isn't this a pit man?

The coffin of the deceased sank like a mountain, and that was because the resentment did not dissipate.

According to folk sayings, it is the soul of the deceased lying on the coffin, pressing the coffin to death, not allowing people to move.

Of course, it is not impossible to forcibly take away the coffin with a crane, but something will definitely happen later.

Don't ask me why I know, my grandfather told me so many stories when I was a kid.

I was silent on the phone, but Zhao Fei on the other side was anxious, he said; "Little brother, we paid the full amount, you received the money, but you can't return it."

"Besides, you're the night shift administrator, the most professional in the circle, aren't you?"

I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Prepare manpower, I'll be on time at twelve o'clock tonight! ”

Then I snapped and hung up.

It is written in the night shift management manual that if you collect the money, you have to do good things.

If there is a situation where you receive money but do not do anything, you will have to compensate the customer tenfold.

I already owe a foreign debt of 100,000 yuan, and if this 6,400 yuan were multiplied tenfold, it would be 64,000 yuan.

With so much money, it's better to go and collect the corpses.

But after hanging up the phone, I felt like I didn't know the bottom of my heart.

After thinking about it, he called Zhang Sanfen again.

Maybe because it was time to work, Zhang Sanfen picked up quickly, and his tone was much better than the last time.

He said, "What's wrong?" ”

I was afraid that he would hang up on my phone again, so I quickly said, "Boss, I've got a job here." ”

At that moment, I told the story of the black brick kiln 1510.

The other side was quiet, no affirmation, no denial, if it weren't for the sound of cars on the other side of the microphone, I almost thought he hung up on me again.

I said with a hippie smile: "Boss, I didn't have anyone to bring on my first day at work, you see, if you take me for a day first, I can learn from you, right?" ”

Then I heard the other side say, "I'll be there soon, but I'll only take you for one night." ”

The phone was cut off abruptly, and this guy never said hello when he hung up on the phone.

But I let out a long breath and it was done!

Although I don't know how capable the boss is, since he dares to contract a funeral home, I think he has some ability.

I put away the night shift management manual, changed my clothes, and ran downstairs.

It was just dark outside, and the whole funeral home was quiet.

The hall, which was noisy during the day, is now empty, and even the staff have packed up their things and gone home from work.

I took out the key, opened the glass door of the hall, turned on a few more lights, and felt a little more at ease.

Looking at the empty hall and the dim lights around me, I couldn't help but sigh.

From eight o'clock in the evening to six o'clock the next day, ten hours. It's not going to be easy.

And I'm afraid I'll have to work here in the next year or two, won't this delay my youth?

Just as I was thinking about it, a beam of headlights came in.

It was a black four-door Wrangler, with a rugged body splattered with yellow mud dots, and I don't know where it came from.

After the car door opened, Zhang Sanfen wore a gray jacket and walked down with a handbag.

He looked at the door of the funeral home and said, "He Yongheng." ”

I hurriedly walked over and carried the bag in my hand for him, with a flattering face: "Boss, you're here!" ”

His handbag was heavy, it felt like it was full of tools like a hammer wrench, and I noticed that he looked tired, as if he had just returned from a job on the construction site.

A migrant worker driving a Wrangler?

I muttered to myself, and put my handbag at the front desk.

Zhang Sanfen was not polite, sat on the seat at the front desk, and said, "I'll take you for one night, and I'll take care of everything tonight." ”

"You are next to you, watch more, learn more, and ask me if you don't understand anything."

I nodded hurriedly, as long as you collect the corpse of the black brick kiln tonight. After that, I was on the night shift, and I didn't take on these messy jobs even if I was killed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the desk rang.

Zhang Sanfen took the phone casually and said, "Nanshan Funeral Home." ”

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and he asked cautiously, "Excuse me...... Is Boss Zhang Sanfen back? ”

Zhang Sanfen said: "I am." ”

The voice on the other side suddenly became excited: "Ah! Yes! Are you Boss Zhang? ”

"That's right, we have a party here, and it's dedicated to the small cursed corpse of Western Sichuan......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfen said coldly: "If you don't want to die, stay away from that thing!" ”

Then he snapped and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Sanfen said: "Generally, the phone number that comes to me at the front desk is basically irrelevant. Someone or something that really matters, they call me personally. ”

"Also, you can call me, but don't tell anyone about me."

I nodded hurriedly, saying that my boss sounded like a cow.

He didn't even want to give out his phone number.

Zhang Sanfen said: "The night shift management manual is very important, you must understand it thoroughly. ”

"We can collect some corpses, but some corpses can't be collected indiscriminately, and it's easy to get into trouble."

"Of course, I'm not afraid of trouble, but I hate it."

"As for commissions, we don't have a fixed price. Price by looking at how easy it is to collect the body. You are in charge of this, and the funeral home does not point to this to make money, as long as you don't smash your own signboard. ”

I remembered the price Zhao Fei offered me, and asked cautiously: "Boss, like the eight corpses we collected tonight, what price is more reasonable?" ”

Zhang Sanfen groaned slightly and said, "About twenty-one thousand." There is a problem with these corpses, and I will tell you what the specific problem is when I go to collect the corpses later. ”

My face suddenly turned bitter.

If Zhao Fei was here, I would have to slap him out.

Twenty-one corpses, this bastard will give me eight hundred!

Eight corpses! That's 160,000! If you get half of it, wouldn't it be 80,000? Earn 80,000 in one night! Lao Tzu's debt is still called a debt?

I was a little dizzy, and then asked, "Boss, do I have my commission for collecting corpses?" ”

Zhang Sanfen looked at me and said; "Yes. One thousandth of the commission amount. It's an old rule at funeral homes. You know, funeral homes don't make money from this business, so the commission is relatively low. ”

I stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground.

Half of the commission is good!

How did it become one in a thousand!

Zhao Fei, you bastard!

Zhang Sanfen looked at my expression and asked with interest: "So, how much offer do you give him?" ”

My face turned red, and then I gritted my teeth and said, "Eight hundred!" ”

"Boss, I'm sorry, I caused losses to the funeral home, but the night shift management manual says that I have the right to set the price myself......"