Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 42 "Intense and Friendly Negotiations"

Modu International Airport, Terminal T2, 11 am.

Brother Zaichang dragged his heels on the ground, walking in the airport without any hurry, while talking to the fans in the live broadcast room:

"Hurry up? Of course I'm not in a hurry. What's there to be anxious about?"

"Do you look like you are in a hurry?"

"With a simple meal and a cup of coffee, I took down the stewardess just now, and made an appointment at InterContinental to show her the big treasure that I have treasured for many years."

"Comfortable, this is a normal woman, unlike those two, one..."

Brother Zaichang paused for a moment, his complexion was not very good, he skipped a name, and then said: "A magic capital Liuli, who is not a normal woman, makes brother very unhappy."

The name he just skipped, the fans in the live room figured out with their toes that it was the bride who jumped off the building.

Suddenly,

In the barrage, fans turned black and passers-by were condemning, and there were also fans who didn't care who were joking.

Compared with the last time, when he was also at this airport, this time Brother Zaichang was much more confident, and shouted: "What kind of tricks are you doing for others, the family of that crazy woman has already taken my money."

In the barrage, the ex-fans of Brother Zaichang who came back from Liu Li's live broadcast room were angry at him, but now they were at a loss for words, but the fans who supported Brother Zachang became arrogant and ridiculed.

At this time, a barrage with a very different style floated out:

"Is there such a possibility—

take your money

To fulfill her responsibility of providing for the elderly and caring for her younger siblings,
This is filial piety;

take your life,

Give her justice
This is love. "

Brother Zaichang's face turned blue, he felt an indescribable calmness and determination, and shivered violently.

In the next second, the conversation in the barrage changed:
"Of course it's impossible, hahaha, aren't you startled?"

Fans in the live broadcast room frantically followed up:
"The above is quite reasonable. Didn't Brother Zaichang provide for the elderly, filial piety? Hehe, I think he is a filial son."

"Pass it down, brother Zaichang will be treated as a dutiful son."

"Pass it down, brother Zaichang put on sackcloth and mourning for others, and he took shit and piss."

"Pass it on, brother Zachang ate shit..."

……

"Depend on."

Brother Zaichang's face turned green, but the shock in his heart dissipated, and he sneered in the live broadcast:
"Thinking about blinding your minds, brother is just sending beggars for three flowers and two dates, not enough to buy a bag for my sister to coax her to take off."

"And that man, it's not that I look down on him..."

Brother Zaichang sneered with contempt: "...that's a piece of trash, a slug-like thing, who wants to beg for justice, and begs for food.

Pooh! "

In the barrage, there was no one who spoke for the bride's husband.

Brother Zaichang waved his hand lightly, as if waving away a fly, and said, "Don't mention those unpleasant things, it's all over."

"Back to the topic just now, why are you not in a hurry, because there is no need to worry."

"Didn't a traitor broadcast just now, saying that Liuli took people to the cremation room, and the funeral is about to end?"

"Hey, dreaming!"

"Even if I'm not there, I can still make her docile and kneel down and sing Conquer."

"Cremation? Don't want to cremate Ruffian Mei's body before Brother arrives.

I said! "

Brother Zaichang was arrogant, with his nostrils upturned.

The fans and black fans in the barrage didn't like this, and all kinds of things happened when they smashed Liulichang three times, and his face was almost swollen with slaps.

When was he not so confident?

"We'll see."

Unexpectedly, Brother Zaichang didn't lose his temper, he just smiled mysteriously, and then his cell phone rang.

Fans in the entire live broadcast room heard Brother Zaichang's shrill, high-pitched voice:
"Where to pick me up? Of course it's the departure floor."

"I don't know bro this is live broadcasting."

"Brother has summoned so many people and staged such a big battle. You can't walk in Jinyi at night, you have to let the big guys open their eyes."

"The parking lot can't be used, it's on the departure floor."

"Well, that's it."

Immediately afterwards, Brother Zaichang started bragging about how many people he called, and later he was going to take people directly to the funeral parlor, etc...

……

Airport, T2 terminal, approach bridge, 11:10 am.

The taxi blinked twice and pulled over.

The decadent man was sitting in the taxi, watching Brother Zaichang's live broadcast, while staring at the road sign at the approach bridge.

The road signs point to the approach bridge, under the approach bridge, and turn left, with words such as "T2 Terminal Departure Level", "T2 Terminal Arrival Level", "Parking Lot" and so on.

The taxi has been parked here for nearly 10 minutes, and the decadent man hasn't told the driver where to go.

The driver is not in a hurry or rushes, the money is enough.

Just when he thought he would have to wait any longer, he heard an ugly male voice calling "departure floor" or something from the mobile phone of the passenger behind.

The next second, the decadent man said, "Master, go to the starting floor."

"okay."

The driver drove in a hurry, and asked curiously while driving: "Sir, are you chasing a star? Which star was that just now?"

The decadent man looked out the window and said casually, "Neither of them."

The driver smiled and said, "I said, the voice is so ugly, but I can't be a star."

The decadent brother didn't answer.

The driver asked again: "Then you are here?"

Brother Decadent said indifferently: "I'll see him off."

The driver was confused. Didn't the person who was broadcasting live want to leave the airport?Obviously they just flew back, what to give?

He didn't have a chance to ask again.

The taxi stopped slowly, and the decadent man opened the door and got off.

He walked to the place where a group of people gathered together to smoke, stood against the wall, lit a cigarette,

Quietly, waiting...

……

Funeral home, cremation room, 11:15 a.m.

In front of the camera, Liu Li pointed to the cremation furnace that was working behind her, and introduced:
"Look, this is the cremation room. The structure is very simple, like a spacious factory building."

"The front is the entrance of the coffin, the middle is the crematorium, and the back is the bone picking room. Together, it is the cremation room, where people go through the last journey of life."

When Liu Li was introducing, Ling Nai turned the camera and captured a picture of a conveyor belt sending a coffin into an open, square opening that was slightly wider than the cross section of the coffin.

In the opened opening, you can see a glowing red inside, which is a high temperature of more than 1000 degrees.

There are six similar openings in the cremation room, which can support the cremation of six corpses at the same time.

Here, the strings that ruffian's mother had supported all the way broke, and she wept uncontrollably while clutching ruffian beauty's coffin.

Liu Li sighed and motioned Xiaojiu and the others to help the ruffian mother, and she continued: "When we arrived at the funeral home, we had already gone to the business office to apply for a cremation certificate, and it's almost time for us."

"The whole process of cremation and bone picking takes about an hour."

After Liu Li finished speaking, she found that Xiao Jiu didn't go to help the ruffian mother, but walked over with the tablet with a strange expression on her face.

"Old boss, the situation is not right."

Liu Li took the tablet and took a look, and found that "Danger!" was constantly floating out of the barrage in her own live broadcast room.

"I just came back from Zaichang, broadcasting—Brother Zaichang is here, sister Liuli, be careful."

"It's a step slower, broadcasting at the same time, although I don't know what method he used, he looks very confident."

"One thing to say, when is he not confident?"

"It's different this time. Brother Zaichang is the best at saving face. Last time he lost someone and ran away in despair. This time he is obviously going to take advantage of our sister Liuli. He must be well prepared."

"..."

Liu Li glanced roughly, understood, and looked at Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu confirmed: "Boss, what the fans said is true. I also followed Brother Zaichang's live broadcast. That's what he said."

... What can he do?
...a windup for the funeral home?

Liu Li twitched the corners of her mouth, it wasn't that she looked down on this rich second generation, it was mainly because this responsibility was relatively large, and she didn't dare to let it go.

Funeral parlors are not only used as crematoriums, including the city bureau's forensic doctors who do autopsies here, and even some unclosed corpses are also kept here

I heard that every year the leaders of the funeral homes go to the bureau to ask for the cost of keeping the corpse.

If Brother Zaicang dared to pull the gate, people dared to drag him to the Datong shop where more than a dozen people slept in the detention center.

Liu Li's doubts did not last long.

It's less than 5 minutes,
Ruffian Mei's coffin had just been pulled onto the conveyor belt, but the master in charge of operating the cremator did not move.

Liu Li frowned, walked over, and asked, "Master, what's going on? Is there something wrong with the stove?"

As if the old master didn't hear it, he babbled on to himself: "What kind of shit is this horse riding? You don't do business all day long. You bastard, I will stuff you in the stove sooner or later."

Liu Li asked again, and the master raised his head with a dark face, and said angrily: "It's not broken, it can't be melted."

"How to say?"

"The boss has spoken, but the stove is not allowed to turn on anyway."

"Which one is up?"

"The director of our cremation workshop."

"Where is he?"

"Outside, he never enters the crematorium, it's unlucky."

The old master pointed at the outside of the cremation room and said, "If you have any questions, you can go to him yourself, you can't talk to me."

Liu Li nodded with a sullen face, not embarrassing the old master, turned her head and walked out of the cremation room.

Her footsteps were a few minutes faster and a few minutes heavier than usual, and her high heels made an echo in the empty cremation room.

"Boss Liu..."

The ruffian's mother still had tears on her face, and she looked more and more miserable. She walked over quickly, grabbed Liu Li's arm with her thin hands, and asked, "...why, what happened?"

"This, is this forbidden?"

"This is how to do?"

"My poor little Mei..."

Through the clothes on her arms, Liu Li could still clearly feel the coldness of ruffian mother's hands,
Wanting to come to her heart is even colder.

Misfortune fell from the sky, the good-looking daughter, if she said nothing, she would be gone;
Traveling thousands of miles to the funeral, the first person you meet wants to drag your daughter to a ghost marriage;
After finally getting cremated, I can go home with my daughter's ashes in my arms, but I don't even allow cremation...

Just thinking about it, Liu Li felt sorry for the ruffian mother.

Some people, to live is to commit crimes;
For some people, only suffering is left in life.

"Auntie, it's okay."

"and me."

Liu Li squeezed out a smile, patted the ruffian's mother's hand, and said, "We, the Liuli Funeral Shop in Magic City, took your money and promised you, and we will definitely do it."

"Auntie, you stay here to accompany Xiaomei first."

"I'll come when I go."

Liu Li gave her a wink, and Yun'er stayed with the ruffian mother knowingly, lest she would do something impulsively.

When the time comes for mother and daughter to burn together, in this world, it will really be too fucked up.

Ling Nai, Xiao Jiu, and Wa Wa all looked aggrieved and followed Liu Li to the outside of the cremation room.

After leaving the cremation room, Liu Li raised his eyes and saw someone breathing under a white orchid tree in front of him.

The man was of average height, with short limbs and a big head on his head. He looked inexplicably uncoordinated, very much like Zeng Zhiwei who had a broken leg to increase his height and lengthened it a bit.

Outside the cremation room, there are family members in sackcloth and filial piety, friends and friends in jackets, and staff members who come and go in a hurry...

However, Liu Li saw "Big Zeng Zhiwei" immediately, and walked straight towards him.

because--

He was wearing a dark blue Decathlon polar fleece thermal jacket. This is a sailing-style clothing. It is not so common in color and style, and it is more conspicuous.

Liu Li realized when he saw "Big Zeng Zhiwei". The one who hung out with the middle-aged and elderly group in the drum class before, didn't he just wear this dress?

Dare to be a recidivist!

Liu Li went aggressive, but when he got to him, he took a deep breath, suppressed his temper as much as possible, and asked, "Are you the director of the cremation workshop?"

The director gave Liu Li a sideways look, and said through his nostrils, "Yes, what's the matter?"

...I have a bad temper!

Liu Li gritted her teeth, thinking about the pleading voice of ruffian mother just now in the cremation room, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Director, you stopped our cremation, it's because we didn't do something right ?
If you have, please tell me. "

The director picked his nostrils, his eyes flicked up and down on Liu Li, Ling Nai and the others, and said in an official tone: "It's nothing, regular adjustments."

Liu Li looked into his eyes, and continued, "How to adjust?"

The director said: "Just go to the back row. If there is an emergency, you have to go first."

Liu Li's face turned completely cold.

It doesn't even give an exact time,

It's still the same way of saying that it's really going to the back row until tomorrow.

Her attitude hardened, and she said, "Our Magic Capital Liuli Funeral Store has a long-term contract with your funeral home, so it will be reasonable to make trouble with the curator, and it won't look good then."

The director put on an appearance that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water,
He snorted coldly and said, "It's not good-looking, so don't look at it."

"I've had enough of this crappy place in the cremation workshop, so I'll change jobs for fun."

"Anyway, you just won't be cremated today."

"If you want to file a complaint, please feel free. The curator is away on a business trip and will come back tomorrow. You can burn it then."

As soon as the director said this, Liu Li completely understood.

The director of the cremation workshop of the city's first-level funeral parlor, this is a well-established civil servant, he will not be fired, and he will be replaced by a cold bench.

This price is actually not small, but the director looked indifferent, it was obvious that someone had compensated him.

"Finish? Get out of the way when you're done."

The director sneered and said: "The person who needs to be cremated urgently is coming, don't let this get in the way."

Liu Li was so angry that she clenched her fists tightly.

At this moment, a woman's greasy voice came from the side: "Director."

The director and Liu Li turned their heads to look together.

The woman is not tall, about 300 catties, and the fat on her face is hanging down uncontrollably.

Isn't this a coincidence?
Liu Li knew such a fat woman.

Just "get out" from her shop yesterday.

It's like an appointment,
The director and Liu Li said in unison:
"You just want to jump in line?"

Not a word.

The tone is worlds apart.

The director is to confirm,

Liu Li's sarcasm turned up high, and she was about to hang it on the white orchid tree.

Next second,
Fat Mom saw the person in front of her clearly, and instantly understood whose team she was in.
Immediately, his complexion changed drastically, and he waved his hands again and again:
"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

director:"???"

Liu Li crossed her arms and sneered, while Wa Wa, Ling Nai, and Xiao Jiu were staring at her.

The director looked confused and asked, "Didn't you say on the phone just now..."

The fat mother didn't know what she thought of, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly said, "I didn't say anything!"

"I'm in no hurry."

"I can wait."

"I don't jump in line!"

If you want to plug in, you can't plug in this one!
This is the master who can scare the ghost matchmaker out of the magic city.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying I become, the more I think about it, the more frightened I become.

Poor fat mom was so scared all night, she felt thin and out of shape when she looked in the mirror in the morning.

"What the hell." The director said angrily, "The money will not be refunded."

"no, I'm fine."

The fat mother waved her hand generously, and at the same time looked at the director with pity, which made him feel uncomfortable, and felt more and more that there was something wrong with the woman in front of her.

Still crossing her arms, Liu Li asked, "Director, now, there are no urgent clients, what should I say?"

The director stiffened his neck and sneered: "What else can I say? Let's replace the next one. There will be the next one after the next one. Let's line up slowly."

The barrage in Liu Li's live broadcast room has gone completely crazy:

"The policeman, that's him, that's him!"

"This person must have been bought by the market to make money, not shabby, but still very angry."

"It's not easy for this man to live so far. I want to beat him when I hear him talk."

"He still charges Gasser, is the funeral home so dark?"

"The funeral parlor is a huge profiteering industry. Of course, this person is playing dirty."

"Isn't he the director of the cremation workshop? Hurry up and send him into the furnace to experience life."

"What is the internal price of employees?"

"I feel sorry for Sister Liuli, the cremation can't be done, and the live broadcast can't go on, Brother Zaichang is coming soon."

"Is there a large sculpture near the funeral home, or someone related to it, please help."

"Diao: This is really impossible."

"..."

In the barrage, the fans are anxious for her,
On the contrary, Liu Li relaxed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised,

Holding the joints with both hands, moving the ankles, said:
"It seems that you are determined to embarrass me."

The director gave her a sideways look, leaned over and said, "What? You want to hit me?"

He pointed to his eye sockets with one hand and his crotch with the other, speaking arrogantly:
"Come on, hit this, kick this."

"Come on, dare not you are my grandson thief!"

The director talked more and more vigorously, and he kept leaning in front of Liu Li, opening the empty door wide, as if he was welcome to beat him up.

"This is what you said."

Liu Li first gave Lingnai a wink.

Reina shook the camera tactfully, and kept taking pictures of the white orchid tree above her head, as if there was a handsome guy on it.

The next second, the fans in the live broadcast room heard a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.

"Ooooooooooo..."

"You really kick..."

Liu Li's voice came from outside the live broadcast: "I've never heard of such a request in my life."

"Come on, straighten him up."

Liu Li exhaled and said "haha".

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the canopy of the white orchid shook, and the branches trembled as if they had been hit by a pig.

"Whoa, my eyes."

"You really hit it."

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"No, ah ah..."

Amidst the screams, the camera returned to Liu Li, and saw her flexing her wrists, her face refreshed, and she greeted fans with a smile:

"Everyone, wait a moment."

"There will be results soon."

"We are conducting intense and friendly negotiations with the director on the premise of equality and mutual assistance..."

(End of this chapter)