Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 13
After finishing the matter of the bronze statue, Jiang Lan had a rare chance to take a day off.

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

Paid vacation, that is the treatment only for regular employees.

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

Chen Mian seems to be looking forward to the days after retirement: "It's okay to grow flowers every day, play around with birds, and be free, but I'm not in a hurry to retire. I'll make you a full-time employee when the HR file is processed today." When the matter is settled, I will take you with me for a while, and I will leave after I am sure there is no problem."

Knowing this, Jiang Xi felt relieved immediately, and he also understood Chen Mian's overtones. Just confirming the successor will not be easy to rest assured, Chen Mian at least has to hand over the bottom line to the successor. to retire smoothly.

In other words, after a while, Jiang Xi will be able to get in touch with some means of psychic suppression of evil.

The only thing that makes Jiang Xi feel a little weird is that using Buddhist practice skills to learn Taoist techniques always feels a bit against the taste of his ancestors.

Not only evil cultivators, but also a tendency towards sewing monsters.

But as the saying goes, prostitutes don't overwhelm one's body, and it's not a bad thing to learn a few more skills, so Jiang Xi doesn't object.

On the contrary, he also wants to see what kind of expressions they will have if they meet again with the master one day, or meet the monk who left the great samatha behind, and see the stitch monster himself.

But some families were happy and some were sad, Jiang Xi happily took the bronze statue home, but Fang Yihang was depressed with the two big bumps on his head.

He took a chance when no one was there, and came to the office of the deputy director of the funeral home alone.

"Uncle, are you really asking Chen Mian to let Jiang Xi be his successor?"

The name of the deputy curator 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 uncle.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan also looked upset. Seeing Fang Yihang come to complain, he became even more impatient: "You still have the face to come to me? You can't pass the civil servant examination, and you haven't made any progress in looking for a job. Your mother still thinks There is nothing wrong with you at all, it is something wrong with other state organs and public institutions.

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

Not to mention these things, I managed to put you under Chen Mian's hands, let you compete with a person with no background, education and qualifications, it's almost like chewing up the food and feeding it to your mouth, you still fight But what else can I do? "

Fang Yihang was not convinced, and retorted: "Who knew that he was so lucky, not to mention getting rid of his grievances in a daze, and even winning Chen Mian's appreciation. If you want me to say uncle, you should have told Chen Mian that I am your nephew. There's no need to be so troublesome."

"Hey, you know the shit!"

Zhang Yuan sneered:
"Chen Mian's qualifications are older than mine. If it wasn't because he is arrogant and doesn't like to study the world, do you think that the deputy curator still has my share? Even when I see him, I have to call him "Big Brother", and you still talk about Chen Mian." called?

How many times have I told you that when you become Chen Mian's successor, other people in the funeral home will look at you highly, why?He has ability, ability, and credit. If you learn a little bit and work hard, I will promote you slowly without leaving a trace. When I retire, isn't my position also yours?No matter how hard you try, the curator is not impossible.

If I tell other people that you are my nephew, do you think your life will be easy?That was before!Now, if you have the ability, it’s fine, but with your appearance, in order to avoid suspicion, I have to give other people the opportunity that should belong to you, otherwise, let alone you, I will also leave others with a handle. Why don't you understand things? "

"Then what should we do?" Although he still didn't quite understand, Fang Yihang was convinced.

"What should I do? What can I do? You are my own nephew, if I don't help you, your mother must kill me!"

Zhang Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache: "Go home and stay well. Don't come to work for a few days. Find a reason to take a leave of absence. I will wipe your ass."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Yihang was overjoyed instantly, thanked Zhang Yuan, and left the office.

Zhang Yuan leaned on the boss chair and sighed: "What crime did I do?"

After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Second Uncle, I failed to trouble you last time."

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

In the gazebo, Zhang Yuan poured a cup of tea for a short and thin old man across from him.

The short and thin old man had white hair all over his head, but his skin was delicate, his complexion was rosy, and there was no wrinkle on his face. He was obviously called the second uncle by Zhang Yuan, but he looked much younger than Zhang Yuan, who was in his 50s.

"What? Didn't work? It shouldn't be. The trick I performed is enough to make that kid unlucky for a year. It's only been a few days?"

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

Zhang Yuan smiled wryly, and told about Fang Yihang's position being robbed, and then said from the bottom of his heart: "Second uncle, you know my sister's temper, it's like protecting his son , I'm still stingy when I'm done. If I can't get it right, I can at least pinch me for several years. I don't care. The point is that my dad hasn't been there for a few years. If you see this kind of trouble at home before you die, tell me , what does this sound like?"

The short and thin old man was silent for a moment: "You can fool my brother, your sister, and your nephew with these words, but you can't fool me. Last time, I was surprised that you let me take action against a young man, honestly. Tell me, what exactly are you planning, if you don’t tell me honestly, I will give up my burden.”

Zhang Yuan's smile faltered, he picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in one go, then shook his head:
"I can't hide from you, my second uncle, because I have done bad things since I was a child. Let me tell the truth. I just said that Chen Mian is not as good as your second uncle, but he still has something. As an ordinary person, he relied on the legacy of his predecessors. Things have kept the funeral home safe for 30 years, and their status is so high that some old people even have a higher status than the curator. If Fang Yihang becomes his successor, he will be a great help to me. The curator will retire soon. My rare opportunity."

"Wouldn't it be over if you said that earlier?" The short and thin old man laughed loudly: "Since you were young, when did your second uncle stop helping you when something happened? Even I want to guard against it? Don't be an example!"

Zhang Yuan felt relieved: "I was narrow-minded and almost destroyed the relationship between our uncle and nephew. There will be no next time."

"However, I am very interested in what Chen Mian you are talking about. How about this, I will take action to make that kid crippled, but after that is done, you have to ask Fang Yihang to repeat to me what Chen Mian taught him. Again, I wonder what it is that an ordinary person can afford to protect a funeral home for 30 years."

The short and thin old man smiled meaningfully:
"The funeral home, the place where the dead are released, has never had anything to do with the word "safety" since ancient times."

(End of this chapter)