After solving the matter of the bronze statue, Jiang Kai had a rare opportunity to take a day off.

I thought that my salary would be affected, but I didn't expect Chen Mian to mysteriously tell him that this time it was a paid vacation, and Jiang Kai instantly understood the meaning.

Paid leave, that's only a regular employee's treatment.

"Uncle Chen, are you in such a hurry to retire?" Jiang Kai was a little surprised.

Chen Mian seems to be looking forward to the days after retirement: "There is nothing wrong with raising flowers every day, yo-yo birds, and being idle, but I am not in a hurry to retire, and I will wait for today's personnel to handle your files, and first implement your regularization, and I will take you for a while, and I will retire after I am sure that there is no problem." ”

Jiang Kai, who learned this, immediately relieved his heart, and he also understood Chen Mian's voice, just to determine the successor, he would definitely not be easily reassured, Chen Mian at least had to hand over the work of pressing the bottom of the box to the successor in order to retire smoothly.

In this way, after a while, Jiang Kai will be able to come into contact with some psychic methods to suppress evil spirits.

The only thing that made Jiang Kai feel a little weird was that using the practice of Buddhism to learn Taoist techniques always felt a bit against the ancestors.

It's not just evil cultivation, but also a trend towards the development of stitching monsters.

However, as the saying goes, prostitutes are not pressing, and it is not a bad thing to learn a few more crafts, so Jiang Kai is not resistant.

On the contrary, he also wanted to see what kind of expressions they would have if he reunited with his master one day, or if he met again with the monk who had left behind him, and saw himself who was stitched strangely.

But a few families were happy and a few were sad, Jiang Kai happily went home with the bronze statue, but Fang Yihang was sullen with the two big bags on his head.

He found an opportunity to find no one and went to the office of the deputy director of the funeral home alone.

"Uncle, did you really let Chen Mian let that Jiang Kai be the successor?"

The deputy curator's name is Zhang Yuan, and he has never had much contact with Fang Yihang, so few people in the funeral home know that he is actually Fang Yihang's own uncle.

At this time, Zhang Yuan also looked upset, and when he saw Fang Yihang complaining, he was even more impatient: "You still have the face to come to me?" Civil servants and civil servants can't pass the exam, and there is no movement when looking for a job on their own, and your mother still thinks that you have no problem at all, but there is a problem with other state organs and institutions.

I'm a deputy curator, I'm a fart, do you really think that in this day and age, I can still casually stuff people in?

Don't talk about these things, I finally stuffed you under Chen Mian's hands, and let you compete with a person with no background, no education and no qualifications, it's almost like chewing the rice and feeding it to your mouth, you still can't compete, what else can I do? ”

Fang Yihang was not convinced, and retorted: "Who knew that he was so lucky, he cleared his grievances in a daze, and won Chen Mian's appreciation, if I want to say uncle, you should have told Chen Mian that I am your nephew earlier, and there is no need to make such trouble." ”

"Hmph, you know a fart!"

Zhang Yuan sneered:

"Chen Mian's qualifications are older than me, if it weren't for his pretentiousness and dislike of studying human affairs, do you think the deputy curator still has my share? Even when I saw him, I had to call him big brother, and you still called Chen Mian one by one?

How many times have I told you that when you become Chen Mian's successor, everyone else in the funeral home will look up to you, why? He has the ability, the ability, and the merit, you learn a fur, and then work hard, I will slowly promote you without a trace, and when I retire, won't my position be yours? No matter how hard you work, it's not impossible for the curator to do so.

If I tell others that you are my nephew, do you think your path will be easy? That was before! Now, if you have the ability, forget it, but just like you, in order to avoid suspicion, I have to give the opportunity that should belong to you to others, otherwise don't say it's you, I will also leave a handle for others, why don't you understand these things? ”

"That's... So what to do? Although he still didn't understand it, Fang Yihang was still convinced.

"What to do? What can I do? You're my own nephew, if I don't help you, your mother will have to kill me!" ”

Zhang Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache: "Go home and stay well, don't come to work these days, find a reason to take a leave, Lao Tzu will wipe your buttocks." ”

Hearing this, Fang Yihang was instantly overjoyed, and after thanking Zhang Yuan, he left the office.

Zhang Yuan leaned back in the boss's chair and sighed: "What kind of sin have I created..."

After a moment's hesitation, he took out his phone and dialed a call.

"Second uncle, what troubled you last time... It didn't work out. ”

Two hours later, in the small courtyard of a mountain villa.

In the pavilion, Zhang Yuan poured a cup of tea for a short and thin old man opposite.

The short and thin old man was full of white hair, but his skin was delicate, his complexion was ruddy, and there were no wrinkles on his face.

"What? Didn't work out? No, I've been lucky enough for that kid to be unlucky for a year, and it's only been a few days? ”

The short and thin old man stroked his beard and frowned slightly, as if he was very puzzled.

Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly, and said that Fang Yihang's position was robbed, and after finishing speaking, he said from the bottom of his heart: "Second uncle, you also know my sister's temper, protecting his son is like protecting something, and he is still stingy when he finishes things, if I can't be even, at least I can pinch me for a few years, I don't care, the key is that my dad has not been there for a few years, if he sees the family like this before he dies, tell me, what is this like?" ”

The short and thin old man was silent for a moment: "You can fool my brother, you can fool your sister, you can fool your nephew, but you can't fool me, I was strange last time, and let me make a move against a young man, let's be honest, what kind of calculations are you playing, don't tell me honestly, I can leave the burden and quit." ”

Zhang Yuan smiled for a moment, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in one go, and then shook his head:

"I can't hide the bad things from the second uncle since I was a child, I'll tell you the truth, I just said that Chen Mian, although he is not as good as the second uncle, but he still has something, as an ordinary person, he has kept the funeral home safe for thirty years by relying on the things left by his predecessors, and his status is so high that in the hearts of some old people he is even higher than the curator, if Fang Yihang is his successor, he can become my big help, the curator is about to retire, this is a rare opportunity for me."

"Wouldn't it be over if you said that earlier?" The short and thin old man laughed and said, "From childhood to adulthood, when did your second uncle stop helping you when you encountered something?" Even I have to guard against it? Not an example! ”

Zhang Yuan was relieved: "I was narrow-minded and almost ruined the relationship between our uncle and nephew, and there is no next time." ”

"However, what Chen Mian are talking about, I'm very interested, so let's do it, I'll make that kid useless, but after the matter is done, you have to ask Fang Yihang to repeat what Chen Mian taught him, I'm curious about what makes an ordinary person have the means to protect the funeral home for thirty years."

The short and thin old man smiled meaningfully:

"The funeral home... Yizhuang, the place where the dead are placed, has nothing to do with the word peace since ancient times. ”