If it's really the ashes that are wrong, then the impact is too great.

It is not only me and the funeral home that will be affected, but also the sufferer.

I looked back at Zhang Yan and reassured, "This is not difficult to do, you wait for me to make a call."

After saying that, I took out my phone and walked out the door, and before I could finish dialing, the curator's phone came in first.

"Where's the ***? Come back quickly!"

The curator's tone was extremely hurried, as if it were on fire.

"I'm at Zhang Yan's house, ...... you?"

"What's the matter? Even if it's on the moon, I'll be back soon!"

Before I could speak, the curator hung up the phone.

I was confused with the phone, wondering what had happened to the funeral home.

However, if it weren't for the important thing, he wouldn't jump so much.

Turning around, I walked into the courtyard and explained to Xiao Chen first.

"I promise you, I will get you back everything you owe, don't scare your mother."

Xiao Chen nodded like his mother, his eyes full of gratitude.

I looked back at Zhang Yan: "There is an urgent matter in the unit, I will go back first, and I will contact you later."

Ji Canghai and I hurried to the funeral home.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw a large line of black motorcades, forcibly surrounding the funeral home.

You don't have to go inside, the oppressive force has already pressed over.

Ji Canghai took a breath of cool air: ", which way is this immortal dead?"

I didn't say a word, just stepped up and went straight to the curator's office.

The corridor has long been filled with a group of bald brothers.

This posture is really a bit scary.

When I finally squeezed into the office, I found a man with a white face and gold-rimmed eyes sitting on the sofa.

The curator stood crampedly across from him, an old face already suffocating to purple.

"This is the master of the funeral home!"

As soon as the curator raised his eyes, he immediately howled and pointed his finger at me.

The man squinted at me, crossed his legs, and stretched his hand out.

"Cheng Yuan."

I hesitated, but still held my hand: "Chen Qi."

Cheng Yuan pouted at me, "My mother was burned by you?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's him!"

The curator seemed to have a hornet's nest in his arms and hurriedly threw it at me.

Cheng Yuan immediately looked at me: "I found three gentlemen, and all three gentlemen said that you understand your hands and feet."

"You've got to give me an account today."

His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionableness.

"Your mother's portrait has changed, hasn't it?"

Cheng Yuan raised his eyebrows: "You really did it?" We have no grievances or enemies, and who are you instructed by?"

I didn't say anything, and turned to look at the curator, "I have a few words that I have to say to you alone."

Cheng Yuan smiled indifferently, then stood up and threw out a sentence quite gracefully.

"I'll be waiting for you at the door."

"Click."

The door was shut, and the curator collapsed on the sofa, sweat falling down his pale face.

"What the hell is going on?"

At this moment, the curator has completely lost his usual arrogance.

"I'll be honest with you, Liu Shan put the ashes of these two families wrong."

The curator suddenly raised his head: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I've seen Zhang Yan's son!"

The curator's face was suddenly as dead as ashes, and his eyes were straight.

We both knew the consequences of this incident, ranging from the loss of reputation to the closure of the business.

After a while, the curator looked at me, "You must suppress this!"

"That Cheng is far from an ordinary person, if it is not handled well, we will all have to finish the game!"

Originally, I wanted to take care of this matter to the end, but now I clearly feel the smell of throwing the pot!

I couldn't help frowning, "Why us?"

"The funeral home is yours, and the person is Liu Shanyao, so you have a dick relationship with me?"

The curator's eyes widened, "What are you talking about?"

The clay man still has three points of fire, let alone a big living person?

The fire in my heart was also stirred up: "From the very beginning, you used me to block the gun, what did you do with me?"

"What are you shouting?"

Liu Shan's voice was raised, and my voice was overshadowed, and then he lowered his voice again.

"Liu Shan is not your apprentice? What happens to you?"

I made him laugh angrily, "Are you reasonable? Why is Liu Shan by my side, haven't you counted?"

"I'm not going to tear this up, I'm just saving face for you! Are you too embarrassed to mention it?"

The curator's gray-white fat face suddenly appeared a touch of red, and his tone suddenly softened a little.

"You have a way, but don't make a big deal out of it!"

His fickle face really made me a little sick.

But even for the sake of the bitter master, I have to endure it first.

"Easy to do! You call Liu Shan out, whose fault will be recognized!"