The curator stood up suddenly: "What are you talking about?"

"Now that you admit this, can Cheng Yuan let me go? He can't send all of us to his mother's company?"

I smacked my teeth, "You mean, hide it?"

"Nonsense!"

"Then you can figure it out yourself, I don't have a problem!"

After a long silence, the curator whispered, "I have a solution."

"Say."

"Otherwise, I'll go and tell Cheng Yuan that the direction in the tomb is wrong."

The curator's eyes suddenly showed a different color: "You go and dig up the tomb of Zhang Yan's family, pick out the ashes, and change the two sides, isn't this the end?"

After speaking, he immediately added: "In the past, there were *** corpse burners, and the ashes of the old and young people can be separated, which is very easy to do!"

He was right.

The ashes are not fine, and large bones such as the skull and patella are not completely burned.

However, he did refresh my three views.

"You mean, let me dig the grave?"

"Yes!"

I immediately asked, "You can tell Zhang Yan that her family's feng shui is not good, so don't you just do it all together?"

"Oops!"

The curator's face hated that iron could not become steel: "Cheng Yuan is a monkey when he plugs in his tail!" If both of them were opened, he would be suspicious!"

"Then why is it digging the grave of Zhang Yan's family?"

"*** sincere, isn't it?"

The curator suddenly became angry: "I can't mess with Cheng Yuan, can't I?"

Faced with his righteousness, I fought back on the spot.

"Catch an honest man, if you run to death, Zhang Yan deserves to be bullied?"

Zhang Yan is an honest peasant woman, and when I think of the misery of her family, I can't suppress my anger.

Thinking about the tragic situation of their mother and son, I can't sit still.

"What you are depriving you of is a mother's right to justice for her child!"

The curator gritted his teeth and poked me in the chest: "The funeral home is gone, and *** is unemployed!" We're grasshoppers on a rope!"

"Don't threaten me! Lao Tzu is poor, but he has a conscience!"

I raised my hand and pointed to the door, "I'll give you a chance, either you admit it yourself, or I'll shake it out for you!"

"Who are you? Heavenly reason? Or do you want to be Superman, ready to save the planet?"

"Ahem!"

I coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and spit directly in his face: "Lao Tzu's existence is to prove that heaven is clear!"

The curator snorted and sat back on the couch and sneered.

"Hundreds of thousands of famines weigh down on you! If you really have the ability, you can shake it off!"

"Okay!"

I didn't give him a chance to speak at all, turned around and opened the door, and shouted at Cheng Yuan.

"Mr. Cheng!"

Cheng Yuan turned his head, stepped on the cigar in his hand, and looked at me suspiciously.

"I'm telling you, it's our funeral home's fault! The cremator's name is Liu Shan, and he put your mother's ashes in the wrong place!"

Cheng Yuan's cheeks trembled obviously, and then asked, "How can you promise that you didn't lie to me?"

"The bitter master of the other family just came to me today, you can confront me!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes showed a hint of gloom: "Arrest Wang Haiqiao!"

A few strong men slammed the curator to the ground like chickens.

At this moment, the curator is like a sifting chaff, and he can't say anything.

"I ask you, is what he said true?"

"You know the price of lying to me, think about it."

The curator was prostrate on the ground, as if he had been fighting for a long time, and gritted his teeth in frustration.

"It's all the truth!"

"Okay."

Cheng Yuan faced the group of bald brothers

Waving his hand: "Let the bulldozer come in, this place shouldn't exist anymore!"

Even if the curator grabbed Cheng Yuan's pants, it still didn't help.

When Cheng Yuan passed by me, he looked at me coldly, "Can you get things done?"

I was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It's not difficult."

"If you do it well, you will have money, but if you can't do it......"

Cheng Yuan turned to look at the curator: "If you can't do it, you are the second him."

"Ugly things ahead, the process can be a bit violent."

Cheng Yuan helped his eyes and said word by word: "I only want the result, the process has nothing to do with me!"

He had just raised his leg to leave, when I shouted at him from behind.

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

He paused, but didn't look back, "Say."

"This funeral home, can you not tear it down?"

He slowly turned his head and looked me up and down, "Why?"

"Whoever has a way out will not work in this place, but one here counts as one, and they are all poor."

I took a deep breath and continued, "The funeral home is demolished, and they have no way to live."

"Wang Haiqiao's fault alone should not be borne by them, what do you say?"

After a long time, Cheng Yuan popped out of his mouth: "After you understand the matter, talk to me about the conditions."

Everything in the world talks about the word "reason".

The initiator of this incident is Liu Shan, and Wang Haiqiao is at fault for bullying the poor.

What the consequences of them are, they all deserve it.

But the others, I must keep it!