This thing is not difficult to do, Ji Canghai and I took Chen Jiayan and hurried to the cemetery behind us.

Modern cemeteries are sealed with sealant, and the only way to break it is to use brute force.

Fortunately, there is Ji Canghai, and marble has no defense power in front of him.

A few hammers down, and the urn was revealed.

Chen Jiayan already knows some autopsy techniques, and it is not difficult to identify the ashes.

However, this is a delicate job, and it needs to be constantly compared and judged.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the two boxes of ashes were sorted.

I called the stonemasons, sealed the tomb door again, and went down the mountain with them.

I didn't know that the motorcade at the door had not left, and when I looked again, the lights in the curator's office were still on.

Haven't left yet, is this waiting for me?

I know that Cheng Yuan is a dangerous person, let Ji Canghai take Chen Jiayan first, and I will meet him myself.

Pushing open the door, Cheng Yuan leaned on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and held a cigar in his mouth.

The curator had a bruised head and knelt tremblingly in front of him.

Looking at this, the bald brother at the door was not idle just now.

"Mr. Cheng."

I stood at the door and said hello and went straight to the point: "That's done."

"Oh."

Cheng Yuan nodded nonchalantly: "How can I believe you?"

"Tomorrow morning, you call home."

"Okay, then wait until tomorrow morning."

What I didn't expect was that Cheng Yuan just sat on the sofa for a night.

The curator is even more miserable, he doesn't even have the qualifications to stand up.

Until the next morning, Cheng Yuan called his family.

After hanging up the phone, he still looked expressionless.

"As you said, it's back to normal."

After speaking, Cheng Yuan looked at the curator, and the mobile phone slammed into his face.

"If no one tells me, are you really going to play with me as a ***?"

The curator collapsed on the ground, snot and tears falling together, but he kept pleading, pleading.

Cheng Yuan kicked him away expressionlessly, turned around and lit a cigar.

"Boss Cheng, what we said before......

He stretched hard, ignored me, and threw the question to the curator again.

"You're making my whole family miserable, I can't make you so comfortable, I'm going to make you miserable every day!"

"Click, click......"

Cheng Yuan paced back and forth in the room, glancing at the curator from time to time.

Finally, he slowly crouched down and flicked the cigar ash on the curator's head.

"I've figured it out."

Suddenly, he pointed his finger at me, "He'll be the curator in the future."

"I want you, watch him take your possessions and call you like a dog every day!"

His style is completely like he has the power of life and death.

"Huh?"

I finally knew why the curator was so afraid of Cheng Yuan.

This person has a ruthless energy in his bones!

In all fairness, the curator was indeed wrong, but he was not guilty of death.

This beat and scolded, and finally took away the family business.

What a ruthless word!

With this decision in front of me, it looks more like a play house.

In a word, the two of us were reversed!

I was ready to get out, but I didn't expect a sudden turnaround.

Now the situation is getting interesting.

I don't have anything to do with Cheng Yuan, he's just using me to suppress Wang Haiqiao.

I made a big deal for nothing.

"You're okay, are you? Wang Haiqiao."

"No, no."

Cheng Yuan rubbed his chin with one hand, stared at the curator with a smile, and trampled it with one hand on the curator's head.

"I don't have to come when, don't let me catch you playing tricks again!"

With that, he turned around and strode away.

The convoy in the courtyard started the vehicle at the same time and slowly drove out the door.

The curator staggered to his feet from the ground, and looked up with resentment, looking like he wanted to eat me.

"I kind of understand it, and you're going to set me up? While this matter has not yet been resolved, you are looking for Cheng Yuan to be your backer, right?"

"Take advantage of the fire to rob this set, *** can be regarded as a play!"

I looked him up and down and smiled helplessly, "Until now, you still think it's my fault, don't you?"

The curator gasped a few times: "The funeral home is yours!" You're right!"