At night, the other side of the flower funeral shop.

Wang Yue got up with a smile and sent a dozen people who were grieving.

They are family members of doctors and nurses in osteopathic hospitals.

After a day of running and discussing, they gathered 18 people and had just reached an agreement with Wang Yue.

The funeral of their relatives was presided over by Wang Yue.

10 people were buried together, and 8 people were buried individually.

With nine contracts in hand, Wang Yue knew that he was going to be busy again.

Looking at the gloomy backs of more than a dozen people, his smile closed.

It's a big job, but it's not a lot of oil.

10 people are buried together for pure white play, and 8 people alone are also the lowest price, and they can only earn a tea fee.

But there was no way, and I couldn't refuse ruthlessly.

These are all merit points~

As for making money?

That's not a problem.

With the osteopathic hospital incident, Meng Sicheng was afraid of being implicated, so he transferred 2.2 million liquidated damages very familiarly.

And let Wang Yue speak well to the police.

Wang Yue naturally did not agree.

How can he care about this kind of thing, whether he committed it or not, Meng Sicheng knows, the police know, but he doesn't know.

Meng Sicheng retreated, hoping that Wang Yue would not pay attention to him.

Wang Yue agreed this time, and also pretended to be very coercive that he would never use the Karen magic on Meng Sicheng.

Well, the Ka people are a matter of the system, and he doesn't have that ability yet, so it's very unburdensome.

The huge amount of money arrived, but Wang Yue expressed his displeasure again.

Meng Sicheng was very up-to-earth, promising that the remaining 21 cemeteries belonged to Wang Yue, and he could come over at any time to divide the 22 dead ghosts of the Hao family's army!

Wang Yue was very pleased.

Originally, it was just a public welfare that lost money, but who would have thought that not only did it not lose money, but also earned more than one million, which can be regarded as the welfare of the osteopathic hospital.

It's good to have money in the account, and what's even more gratifying is that the store and Douyin have also improved.

The little yellow car has to be restocked every day, and the flow of people in the store is also endless.

Xu Tailai's paper burning mills began to work overtime.

Qiqi was also busy, either cooking or tying paper, and he didn't even have time to wash his clothes.

Although these incomes are small, they are like a trickle of water, and after a long time, the lake of wealth will naturally gather more and more, and eventually become an ocean.

Zhang Song's voice came from his ears.

"Chenghui, a total of 186 yuan, I will give you a small change, just give one hundred and eighteen."

Zhang Song sent off the last customer, turned around and tinkered in front of the notebook, and continued: "Brother Hua, there are too many people this day, I don't have time to make videos, hurry up and cook, I have to go back to work overtime!" ”

Qiqi tied paper, Wang Yue was busy talking about business, so he could only sell goods, so the progress of the video was not ideal.

He can be considered to have seen it through, don't think about making videos in the funeral parlor.

Wang Yue is a black-hearted boss, even if there are no customers, he will not let him be idle, and let him wash his socks and trousers.

This is a master who takes advantage of the fact that he is not enough~

When Wang Yue saw Zhang Song's expression, he knew that he must be complaining about him.

For this kind of employee who is obedient on the outside and dark in heart, he must take care of it, so he said.

"You still want to eat?"

Zhang Song was stunned.

What does this mean, didn't you say today that you should take care of three meals a day!

But I heard Wang Yue continue: "You sold 86 goods, and you erased a total of 85 times, and you didn't erase the payment for a scan code." ”

"Your self-assertive behavior has caused 276.39 yuan of property damage to the store, and according to the calculation of 15 yuan for a meal, you have 18.426 meals that you can't eat in the store, that is, 6 days and 2 meals..."

Zhang Song was stupid when he heard it.

With such a ruthless treatment of employees, can such a store really be opened?

"Go back, there's food in your inn!"

Wang Yue made an unfathomable summary, and Zhang Song left with a suffocated face.

For the sake of ideals and money, I endured it~

And the sentence that the hotel has food still makes him look forward to it.

As far as Wang Yue's expression just now, it was very similar to when he burned paper into words.

Could it be that he is exerting his strength again and conjuring up a big meal for him in the hotel?

Walking 500 meters, Zhang Song returned to the hotel, and he was excited to see more than a dozen couriers at the front desk.

A master is a master, not just a Ka person, who can be measured casually, and this hand is a god of prophecy.

Zhang Song happily carried more than a dozen express boxes upstairs, and the sound of dadada's footsteps was extremely brisk.

Entering the room, he couldn't wait to see the courier.

He finally figured out the situation.

These are all sent by fans, and the courier list is full of blessings.

"Brother Song, a little gift is not a tribute."

"Wake up early to make pastries and talk about your heart."

"Cangsong is big, you have to eat it while it's hot..."

This is all a comfort to urge the change, and the fans are so sincere.

Zhang Song was full of energy in an instant, and his stomach was not so hungry.

But people are iron and rice are steel, and if you don't eat a little, you can't stay up at night, and you have to lose your liver, and it's not good if you lose your stomach.

So he decided to wipe out the fan's gift and act again.

It's just that he didn't understand the last express order.

"Hurry up and get out the video, or I'll send you pastries every day..."

What's going on, and is it still a threat to send pastries?

Such fans are so sensible, and they are so comforting if they urge them to change their ingenious ways~

Zhang Song picked up a courier and saw that it was written.

"Leek-flavored, with chili peppers..."

What kind of pastry is this, it's unheard of!

When he opened the spot, the familiar smell came out, and his face changed wildly!

Mud Horse~ It stinks!

Mixed with the smell of leeks, Zhang Song almost vomited in one bite.

Seeing the so-called pastries, he couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

It's not a pastry, it's all poop, and it's a special indigestion kind.

After spitting up all the acid in his stomach, he understood everything.

These express deliveries from the same city are all poop.

The fans who urged the change really did everything, and they weren't joking at all.

Say send it, not the next day.

This kind of pastry must not be delivered every day~

Zhang Song threw away the courier very unethically, and then sat on the bed sulking.

It's so annoying, is it black powder?

Isn't it money?

He suddenly remembered the key point, how could these fans know his address?

This is a hotel, even the parents at home only know that it is in Lancheng, and they don't know the name of the hotel!

Only Wang Yue knows...

Thinking of this, he quickly logged in to Douyin to view the video message.

Sure enough, a building within a building was found in the latest video.

The other side of the flower: "If you want to send baba as soon as possible, the fans of Lancheng want to give it their might... Cangsong Truthful Address..."

Zhang Song was stunned, and when he looked down again, the comments were even more popular.

"Brother Hua, it's Brother Hua~"

"Upstairs, the sofa is scattered by you, it's a shame!"

"I'm a bench, but I'm also from Lancheng..."

"I will send hot sweets tomorrow morning~"

"Leek chili flavor ready..."

This roar is really like a cloud, which shows the strong appeal of the flowers on the other side.

There are many more below, all of which are concerned about the event, as well as the mailing and worries of fans, which are tens of thousands.

"Why is there no sound?"

"yes, did you get it?"

"Mine is in the mail, so hurry!"

"I'll wipe it, Brother Cangsong won't die of poison, right?"

"Mud horse, Brother Song, you have to hold on, you must see the bean paste filling I mailed you..."

Cangsong was disgusted, and just reading the comments, his stomach regurgitated acid.

At this point, he understood everything.

It turned out that Wang Yue said in the morning that he should be glad to go early enough, and when he left in the evening, he said that there was food in the hotel...

This special thing was planned by Wang Yue, of course he will know.

Without that hand of address and instigation, it would never have been sent to anyone.

Zhang Song was extremely resentful.

If you don't have mana, you can say that being a man is also a real punishment~