Crazy Psychologist

Although everyone called him Old Qian, this man was actually not old at all, he looked only in his twenties.

"Who is looking for me?"

Liu Mei glanced at Mu Chun.

"Old money, be careful, don't make any money, something happened recently."

There is no bargaining in this kind of business, let alone shopping around, and Liu Mei doesn't care what Mu Chun hears clearly in the store what to say behind closed doors.

"Don't mention that. The ones that have something to do with crime are the most annoying. I won't be so unlucky. If it happens to me a second time, I will quit. Selling tin foil can make a lot of money."

"How long has the person been dead?"

"There is no dead person, I am unemployed, I have no job, I want to learn a job that can eat."

"You? Are you going to do this job?"

"Yeah, I have learned how to make up, I still have the strength to carry a corpse, and I can cry, I am very good at crying, I just heard from people in our hometown that this industry makes money, especially in big cities, a silk shroud The wholesale price is 90 yuan, and it can be sold for 1288 yuan."

Old Qian squinted his eyes and the flesh on his face trembled. This man was really bad-looking. There was actually no flesh on his body, but his face could be said to be full of flesh.

In addition to being fat, it is also a little dark. It is not like autumn, and it is not like the kind of sun tan. It always feels like there is a kind of smoke that has been smoky on the face and cannot be washed clean.

Smoked meat, yes, more or less that.

Laoqian gave Mu Chun a lot of money, and he didn't know what to see with his small eyes.

"Oh, learn from me, right?"

"Yeah, I have no money, I can't help it, I thought I learned to open a store in the suburbs."

"You can speak the local language."

"Yes, there will be a lot. I can learn the local dialect quite quickly."

Lao Qian nodded, "Knowing the local dialect is an advantage. The golden bamboo pole next door before, he just speaks the local dialect. How much business has I been robbed by him?"

"Don't worry, the boss. I can speak the local dialect very well. I will pretend to be fake and pretend to be genuine. No problem, no problem."

Laoqian was quite satisfied with the small worker who came to his door. Just when he was about to ask Mu Chun how much he would pay for such a month, someone from the next door shouted, "The boss is cutting?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes, oh, it's Lao Hu, the old lady is gone?"

The old man named Lao Hu pushed his bicycle and nodded, "I wanted to call Nong at first, but if I think about it, I need to get a certificate from the hospital, so I will help Nong Gangsang in ancient times."

"Ah, oh, that's great. Ma Sang has been here since ancient times."

Mu Chun readily agreed in local dialect.

Look at Mu Chun, who is in his early thirties. I guess he really wants to learn how to start a business by himself. It seems that there will be no problem with less salary. It is good to have more people, so as not to always borrow Xiao Zhang Well, Xiao Zhang's child is not afraid of hardship, but he is too honest and stubborn.

This is a dead-end business, how can a dead-headed person do it.

After Lao Qian greeted Lao Hu and asked Lao Hu to go to the hospital quickly, he asked Mu Chun where his hometown was, how many people were in the family, where they lived now, and whether they were afraid of wearing shrouds in the middle of the night. come or something.

Mu Chun always nodded, sincerely, as long as you take me in, I'm willing to do anything.

No, the one in front of Mu Chun is an old lady in her eighties. The old lady's body is still warm, and she looks no different from sleeping. The only difference is that she is not breathing.

Old Qian glared at Mu Chun, "What do you mean you are not breathing? The biggest difference between a dead person and someone who is asleep is that the dead person will become cold and hard. Hurry up and change clothes."

Are you going to change clothes now?

When Lao Hu went to the hospital, there was only a youngest son at home guarding his mother who had just passed away. The youngest son said he was not young, he was also in his fifties, and he was still limping on one leg. attitude.

Seeing Mu Chun and Lao Qian coming, he quickly led them into the bedroom, as if he had done what he should do.

Lao Qian has been doing this business with his uncle since he was sixteen years old. Because of his rough looks and strength in his hands, no one knew that the mortuary for his family was a teenager.

"Is there a hot towel? Get a basin of hot water and help the old man wipe it off."

The youngest son glanced at Lao Qian, "I just wiped it before, and I just helped my mother figure out the mulberry."

"Oh, let's change it. I didn't choose the shroud before. I brought three sets. You can decide which one you want. You already know the price."

"I don't know, you can figure it out. Anyway, my mother said that 80,000 yuan is enough for her to be beautiful." The youngest son impatiently lit a cigarette.

When Lao Hu came back, Mu Chun had already helped the old lady change her shroud.

"How much money, Boss Qian's hands and feet are fast."

"Ah, didn't we all agree before, the one-stop price of 6888, anyway, I will prepare candles and so on for you, and the wreath will be delivered right away. Basically, I will give you 6888 for the price of 12888, and you can call slowly." There are still some small things to be busy in the first seven, I will help you to do it, and I will remind you when the time comes, stay up late or something, when will your eldest daughter come, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com After all, we can discuss it, Now not every household keeps vigil, I will help you contact the funeral home as soon as possible, so that you can be cremated as soon as possible."

"Ah, that's what I mean too. We don't have so many rules now. The old woman said that two people should buy a joint tomb and be buried together. Now that kind of tomb can still be bought, don't get it in those cemeteries far away. Go, I'm in my eighties, I can't move around."

Following Lao Qian's instructions, Mu Chun spread black cloth and put candles on. What seemed to be missing?

"Boss, where are the photos?"

Old Qian gave Mu Chun a blank look, and before he could open his mouth, Xiao Zhang ran in, and it was done, the old lady should be proud.

"Old Hu, let's take a look. It's not bad, isn't it? Your work permit is well preserved. How old was grandma at that time, in her forties?"

"Eh? It seems to be, I can't remember that much, anyway, it's about the same, as long as it looks good."

Lao Hu didn't look very sad, but rather tired.

After setting up the mourning hall, Laoqian said that there was still time to go back to the store. Old Hussie gave him a pack of cigarettes, and Laoqian put it in his pocket.

After walking to the community, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun if he was afraid of wearing clothes?

Mu Chun shook his head, "I'm not afraid, I still want to wear it."

Lao Qian slapped Mu Chun on the back of the neck.

"This industry is very profitable. Doesn't Taobao sell shrouds? I don't think the material of the clothes is very good. It doesn't look like real silk at all."

"Hey, how can there be so many silk ones? Real silk ones are not suitable for burning. This dead person is going to be burned. They are usually made of imitation silk. Hurry up and contact the car. The car will pick it up soon."