SFS Chapter 162 Is Lu Zi Wild?
Chapter 162 Is Lu Zi Wild?
Dad is dead...
Inexplicably, my own father died.
Brother Liang was dragged to sit by the bonfire at this moment, completely dazed.
Hearing the intense discussion of the few people next to him, he was powerless to raise his head and looked at the starry night sky.
I regret it very much.
Is this retribution?
Relatives should also be notified to come here to attend the funeral.
How to notify?
Do you want to tell your own father?
After all, it's someone else's funeral, so it's not good if I don't come.
Brother Liang had a lot of thoughts, but he couldn't find a clue at all.
I could only sit in embarrassment by the campfire, next to the young man named Xiaojun, listening to the other party happily explaining about the one-stop funeral service.
"Speaking of this, I'm a professional. Really... I didn't want to be a veterinarian at the beginning. There's nothing more interesting than a crematorium. Burning a boiler is more exciting than this."
When it comes to the funeral process, Xiaojun seems to be so excited that he is more excited than taking a small blue pill when unloading the fire.
While holding Su Mo's hand, he introduced with earnestness
"Since we plan to collect money, we can't be too low-grade. We have to make a hundred wreaths, right? One is 30 yuan, which is 3000. What about the urn? Although this thing does not store ashes, there are no second-hand ones for sale. This is up to me, and I will use my grandfather’s for the time being, so we won’t pay for it.”
"What about the mourners? Do you need people? 200 per person, the one who cried to death... If there are lines, it is estimated to be 300, and it must be 10, which is also 3000."
"Flowing water seats, let's take the cheapest 398. It costs tens of thousands. Tobacco and alcohol are not included... Decorating the mourning hall, I can do it myself, professional... It doesn't cost money."
"..."
This guy is eloquent and speaks clearly.
It is simply more professional than a crematorium salesman.
Su Mo who listened was silent.
I don't know how to answer the phone at all.
As for Uncle Zheng, looking at his grandson at this moment, tears streamed down his face.
Too much punishment!
Ma De, this kid can't remember any of the injections he gave animals.
For the routines in the funeral, I remember being familiar with it.
This is the line of true love.
"Your grandson...is useless."
Chen Dali sat on the ground, softly persuading Uncle Zheng.
"Forget it, don't worry about it when you're old, anyway, in the end, this kid will definitely send you off in a good way."
"That is!"
After hearing these words, Xiaojun immediately leaned over, put his arms around Uncle Zheng's neck, and grinned.
"No bragging, I'm thinking about my grandfather's funeral every night. What should I do then? I've made a list. When the time comes, there will be dancing on the grave, black people carrying the coffin, and old widows crying at the grave. I'm just this grandfather, can I send him off without a show?"
Uncle Zheng was silent.
Tears!
At a loss!
What kind of thing is this raised!
Made.
Every night I look forward to seeing myself off.
"Have you heard clearly?"
At this time.
Su Mo turned to stare at brother Liang of the poaching team, took a deep breath and said
"The process is probably the same. Besides, I discussed with the people from the animal protection department just now. As for the share money, if you get back more money, the charges may be lighter, and the same is true for your subordinates. Do you understand?"
"However, the cost of the funeral, the water mat, and the final burial. The package price is 68,000. This money needs to be paid in advance. You can scan the QR code or... Time is running out. Contact the funeral team of the crematorium now. They will be there within 2 hours." Come here and build a shed for you."
Brother Liang looked at the group of people in front of him with tears in his eyes.
There is only one feeling in my heart at this time.
Baa dog!
It's fine to use my father's funeral to earn money.
Do I have to pay for the funeral myself?
Thanks!
Dad is one.
Funerals have to be held twice?
subsequently.
After Su Mo had a friendly exchange with Brother Liang for half an hour.
Fifty poachers, those who have money will use it as a money market, and those who have no money will act as mourners temporarily.
At any rate, they collected the money for the funeral.
Xiaojun took the money, rode a horse, and rushed to the crematorium happily.
Went to make a funeral package with an acquaintance.
The rest were not idle either.
Near the border, looking for a suitable site.
Together with Fatty, Su Mo dug a deep hole for Brother Liang's father in an open space with an engineering shovel in hand.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
To Brother Yu Liang.
At this time, under the supervision of Chen Dali, he kept notifying various bosses who had contact with him, and informed them that they must come to attend the funeral tomorrow.
There is only one purpose.
It doesn't matter if people don't come.
Partial money must be in place.
for this...
Even the payment code is sent in groups.
"I just finished talking about this, continue..."
Chen Dali suffocated his laughter, and directed Brother Liang to continue making calls.
Never done this kind of work.
but.
After this time, it can be said that he has a new understanding of the extent to which Su Mo and Su Mo are living their lives.
It's too brutish.
His father is alive and well, and he can think of this way to collect money.
What kind of brain circuit can come up with this method.
Brother Liang held the phone and lowered his head, brewing his emotions.
People under the eaves had to bow their heads.
What's more, if he was arrested, even if he performed well in meritorious service, he would have to be imprisoned for many years.
This time the money is not enough.
The fat man said that they have acquaintances in the prison, and many people have been sent in. When the time comes, he will pass a few words to ensure that his leather swallow will always be in an inflamed state.
Think of that picture.
Brother Liang immediately adjusted his mood and started making calls.
"Chen... Boss Chen? Are you free tomorrow? Alas... my father died, he had a stroke, yes, he left very suddenly, I feel uncomfortable, I don't have time tomorrow, and the money will definitely arrive? Okay, you can continue to work !"
"Hey, Sister Liu... woo woo woo, dad is gone, he's gone, he died half a month ago, and I pulled out the oxygen by myself last night, I'm ashamed of him, I'll definitely come tomorrow!"
"Brother, brother... Let me tell you something, my father's funeral tomorrow, what? Your brother is getting married, let him push it off for a day, my father is dead, he married a shitty marriage, let him and his wife come to join the party , hang up!"
"..."
Standing nearby, a group of employees of animal protection departments in Tibetan areas.
Looking at the bonfire, brother Liang, the leader of the poachers who kept on the phone.
They looked at each other.
They looked together at the two people who were digging a pit in the distance.
What is talent.
This is talent.
By now, everyone has completely understood why the Public Security Bureau of the Tibetan area revoked more than 60 reward notices overnight before the two of them arrived in the Tibetan area.
Just this whole method.
No one can stand it.
...
at the same time.
Xiaojun galloped all the way to the crematorium.
Standing in the office.
With a wave of his hand.
"Hurry up and move, just follow the set meal I ordered for Old Zheng."
"Where's the waist drum team? Hurry up and get in touch..."
"The fire paper and bank notes are more accurate, this time I have to do a good job, maybe I will go back to work in the crematorium, I miss me to death."