Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 43 "No need, it's...too late"

During the live broadcast,
Liu Li felt so refreshed, as if she had just had a Korean steam bath, or had just come out of a hot spring.

The left and right dolls and Xiaojiu disappeared, only the screams continued.

In the barrage, there is a cheerful atmosphere:

"Intense and friendly negotiations with God on horseback..."

"(Played) fiercely, friendly (cruelly), negotiated (shoe injury), nothing wrong."

"Hiss, did you kick that kick just now? It hurts so much."

"Sister Liuli, how can you do this? It's too much, I can't accept it... Hurry up and polish your shoes, it's dirty."

"Sister Liuli washes her fists..."

"You're so handsome, help!"

"It's so pink, it made my fists itch just now."

"Such a product, don't you beat it and wait for the New Year?"

"Whether it's burning or not, whether it's playing or not, let's talk about it first when it's cool."

"Did no one notice that heavy-duty aunt was acting weird just now?"

"She seems terrified!"

"She doesn't seem to be blind, our sister Liuli is so beautiful and sassy, ​​what's so scary..."

"Director of the cremation workshop: I have a different opinion!"

"From a former fan of Zachang, who is now a security guard at Liulichang: That is the fat mother, that is Brother Mao's mother, who appeared in the video of Zachang.

"I remember she was very arrogant. A rich woman is here, and Brother Zaichang doesn't sell face. Why are you so afraid of Sister Liuli?"

"..."

Xiao Jiu is "negotiating" with the doll,

Liu Li had no choice but to read the subtitles by herself.
While praising the fans for this session, I solemnly clarified:

"It's not what you think."

"It was really a friendly negotiation."

As soon as Liu Li's words came out of his mouth, a hand stretched out from the edge of the live camera and on the ground, then his head, and then half of his shoulder.

In the next second, he was dragged out of the live broadcast.

In the next second, the white orchid tree above Liu Li's head began to sway again.

Liu Li looked at the phone screen, then at the camera, and coughed twice: "If I said, sometimes, people's eyes can be deceiving, would you believe me?"

Then, she was mocked by the crowd in the barrage:
"Do you believe this yourself?"

"Sister Liuli, you can insult my personality and my body, but you can't insult my IQ."

"Mom is right, all beautiful women can deceive people, and Sister Liuli is the best at deceiving people."

"I'd rather believe that you can press my head on the keyboard through the mobile phone, and I don't believe in the iDWI..."

"Talents have emerged from bullet screens since ancient times."

"..."

Liu Li shrugged, gave up struggling, and began to persuade:

"Now everyone knows why we exercise?"

"Not to bully people,

It's for when someone bullies you,
Let him calm down. "

After Liu Li finished speaking, she realized that she was wrong, really wrong.

this time,
The fans are already in high spirits,
No matter what she said, she would get a lot of ridicule.

For example:

"It's time to stop learning, I think the director must be very cold now, very quiet, quite calm."

Liu Li lay flat completely, and spread her hands together: "Forget it, let's not talk about unhappy things, I will show you the scenery and change your mood."

Under her signal, Linnai turned the camera, and a group of family members of the deceased in mourning appeared on the live broadcast screen. The people in front were holding mourning sticks, portraits, urns, and scattered paper money along the road, wailing loudly. walk over.

Uh……

Liu Li's words faltered, and the air suddenly became quiet.

In the barrage, a group of fun people have already started rolling:
"Thank you, I'm even more unhappy."

"Thank you, my mood is getting better, and I cried aloud."

"Thank you, it proves that the sorrows and joys of human beings can still be shared. I want to cry when they cry."

"Thank you, I remember the day my dad died..."

Liu Li's claws were numb.

Lie flat.

Turning around, there was a roar: "Fight..., no, is it negotiated?"

"OK OK."

Xiaojiu and Wawa supported the director on one left and one on the right, and got out from behind the white orchid tree.

The director's legs were clamped tightly, his eyes were black and blue, and there were footprints all over the dark blue fleece jacket. He trembled with every step and twitched every second, as if he had been pressed to the ground by a hundred or eighty big men over and over again.

"Director, let's discuss it."

Pat the dust on Liu Li's body for him.

"Do not touch me!!"

The director screamed and then cried: "Burn it, burn it right away, can't I be wrong? Don't hit me, my mother never hit me, woo woo woo."

Seeing that he was trembling all over, Liu Li withdrew his hand embarrassingly, "You should have said it earlier, if you said it earlier, you'd be fine."

She gave Linnai and the others a look, and carried the director to the cremation room.

At the door of the crematorium,

Liu Li saw the old man who operated the cremator, lighting a cigarette, tsk-tut-tut-tut-tut-tattling the director of the cremation workshop, looking at the cigarette butts all over the place, God knows how long he looked at them.

"Isn't this our director?"

"What's wrong with you? Did you fall?"

The master is an old hermaphrodite, each word is very ordinary when taken out alone, but with the accent, it has the power to make people die of anger on the spot.

The director cried even more sadly.

Liu Li suppressed her smile, and said politely: "Master, hello, your director has agreed to open the furnace, do you think..."

The old master waved his hand holding the cigarette, continued to stare at the director, and said casually:

"It's been opened a long time ago, and I'm still waiting for you to tell me."

Liu Li was taken aback.

Linnai resolutely pointed the camera at the master.

The fans in the live broadcast room stopped their chatter and looked at this old man with a bad temper and a bad mouth, who was like a stone in a latrine.

"The more I think about it, the more angry I get. Isn't this bullying people?"

"You say you won't open it if you don't let it go. I don't want to lose face?"

"I don't care about other people, anyway, I can't stand it!"

"The director is amazing, I will retire next month, you bite my egg."

"Pooh!"

The old master spat out thick phlegm like bullets.

Even Liu Li was a little confused by his output, and the bullet screen was full of applause for the master and the director.

The director of the cremation workshop was beaten so badly that he was somewhat wronged.

Dare to be beaten at one end and cremated at the other end without any delay.

What's the trouble with this?

The director held his mouth shut, tears streaming down his face, too sad to cry.

After the old master finished outputting, the ruffian mother came out of the cremation room wiping her tears, first bowed to the old master, then walked over and took Liu Li's hand, wiped her tears and said, "Miss Liu, I am causing you trouble." gone."

Behind her, Yun'er followed and nodded to Liu Li, indicating that the cremation went smoothly.

Seeing Yun'er, Liu Li took a belated glance at WeChat. She had already sent her a message, but she "negotiated" too intensely and didn't notice.

This is a mess.

Liu Li shook her head at the ruffian mother, expressing that she didn't need to care, and thanked the master, "Thank you, master."

The master waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me, if you want to thank..., well, if you want to thank..."

The stinky and tough old master was actually a little shy at this moment.

Liu Li waited patiently.

The old master blushed and asked, "Girl, are you married?"

Meow meow meow?
Liu Li shook her head blankly.

The old master stroked his hands and said embarrassedly: "No, no, no, no good. You see, I'm going to retire, why don't you think about it..."

What?
Liu Li's eyes widened.

In the live broadcast room, the crowd was raging, and the bullet screen was furious:
"Hey, never stop!"

"Let go of that glass and let me do it."

"My elder sister Liuli's charm has been as high as eighty, and down to eight years old? Well, I am eight years old."

"Sister Liuli, hold back, hold back, you can't hit this one, or you'll have to kneel down and beg him not to die."

"..."

The old master can't see the barrage, but he can see the expressions of Liu Li and the fourth little secretary.
Immediately realized that the words were ambiguous, he quickly explained: "Girl, don't get me wrong, I mean I'm going to retire now, I have a pension, and I won't be a drag on my children.

My son is 28 this year. He is a civil servant who guarantees income from drought and flood. Do you know him? "

Liu Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook her head again and again: "No, no need, I haven't considered looking for it yet."

The old master didn't bother, he just looked regretful: "It's a pity, what a good girl, you have a bad temper."

Liu Li was about to leave, but staggered and almost fell to the ground.

...Is it not because of my flourishing beauty, is it because I beat the director violently?

... True father is kind and son is filial, does your son know your criteria for choosing a daughter-in-law?

...Your son, is he resistant to beating?
Liu Li burst into laughter in the barrage, and left the cremation room in a bit of embarrassment in the screen-scraping "A loving mother with a sword in her hand, and a wanderer's body. The father saw that the son was not cold, and pulled out seven wolves".

Finding an empty lounge, they walked in.

Liu Li didn't forget that this is a live broadcast of a funeral, not a large-scale blind date or social death scene, explaining:
"The human body is much, much more resistant to heat than imagined."

"Even in a professional cremator, at a high temperature of around 1400 degrees, it takes at least 40 minutes to burn."

"This is still a person of ordinary size, special circumstances will be discussed separately."

"So we have to wait in the lounge, counting the cooling time, after about an hour, we can go to pick up bones."

As soon as Liu Li finished speaking, Xiao Jiu frowned and walked over with the tablet.

"Old boss, look at this."

Her little hand flicked on the tablet, and it was a few screenshots of Liu Li's own live broadcast room.

There are flashing bullet screens, comments, and private messages sent specially.

The other little secretaries also came over to watch together,

Under Liu Li's gesture,
Linnai even pointed the live broadcast camera at those screenshots.

in an instant,
The fourth little secretary looked solemn, worried and nervous,
There was a lot of cursing in the barrage.

Only Liu Li still looked careless, instead of Xiao Jiu, he began to swipe the screenshot, tsk tsk:

"It's too slow to hit the field. He was just about to walk out of the airport. Was he too confident and wanted to hold me back just by relying on that rotten green onion?"

The rotten onion in Liu Li's mouth was standing sobbing at the door of the lounge. He didn't dare to leave or enter. Hearing what Liu Li said about him, he couldn't help but be angry.

"This is amazing, are the roads outside the funeral parlor blocked?"

The screenshot Liu Li pointed to was a private message sent by a fan:
"Sister Liuli, pay attention, be careful, that bastard is playing around with you."

"I went up the mountain with my friend today, and I also went to the funeral home. Now I'm blocked outside, and many people are blocked here."

"A lot of vans are waiting there, probably waiting for Brother Zhachang. There are many people coming down from it. Some are wearing uniforms of security guards at night, and some seem to be coming down from a construction site. They look very horizontal."

When Liu Li displayed this private message in the live broadcast room, she blocked the sender and only showed the content.

The fans were either worried or furious, some offered their ideas, and some already called the police.

The barrage is full of excitement:
"Sister Liuli, run!"

"If you don't understand, just ask, is this a dynamic social organization?"

"The security guards at the night market are always black. Those on the construction site should be the ones who smashed his father. Those contractors are all black hands, and their subordinates are all compatriots who are obedient and dare to attack. Sister Liu Li, let's not suffer from immediate losses, let's run."

"Run quickly, they are obviously waiting for Brother Zaichang to arrive."

"Smashing Field is planning to really 'smash' this time."

"Already called the police!"

"Already called the police +1!"

"It's useless, I'm just down the mountain, and I've reported it a long time ago. People said they didn't do anything, at most they blocked the traffic, they could only call the traffic police, and the traffic police said they had already called to ask them to move the car..."

"Broadcast, broadcast—there are a lot of people outside the airport, a lot of vans, I'm at the airport, Brother Zaichang came out."

"..."

Liu Li still looked indifferent, and said, "Thank you everyone, don't worry, the first live broadcast of the funeral in the magic capital Liuli will definitely have a beginning and an end, running away or something, it doesn't exist."

Xiao Jiu read the words in the barrage, and hurriedly opened Brother Zaichang's live broadcast room again.

In the live broadcast, Brother Zaichang obviously just walked out of the airport, standing on the side of the road and pointing the camera at the opposite.

Sure enough, as the fan said, the doors of many vans opened, and a group of strange shapes descended to greet Brother Zhachang in a foul atmosphere.

While the camera was shaking, Liu Li saw a decadent man in the smoking area not far away, wearing a Destroyer white leather-sleeved padded jacket, with messy hair and an unshaven beard, looking up at the camera.

The lens just flashed by,

Liu Li's heart skipped a beat, his mind was full of the decadent man's eyes.

Like two extinct volcanoes, the extreme silence is brewing a fiery eruption.

"Boss, should we do something?"

Seeing that Liu Li didn't care at all, Xiao Jiu couldn't help asking.

Liu Li waved his hand and knocked on the head.

"this person……"

"...a bit familiar."

Suddenly, her expression changed, she remembered something, and hurriedly said:

"That bride, didn't we contact each other to arrange a funeral for her for free?
Give me the information, I remember I took a look. "

Xiao Jiu raised her hand and said, "Boss, I followed up, and the information is here."

She directly operated on the tablet to call up the information.

Liu Li scanned the bride's information at a glance, and finally fixed her gaze on the column of relatives.

There was a picture of the marriage certificate posted there.

In the photo without hat, there is a young man in his twenties with a bright smile, just like every young man in a big city, clean and fresh, with hope in his eyes.

There is a brief introduction next to it:
"Relationship: Husband and wife."

"Name: Shay."

Liu Li stared at it for less than a second, and then almost jumped up.

"shit."

"This Xie, at the airport, just appeared in the live camera."

The fans in Liu Li's live broadcast room, and the little secretaries who were head to head beside them, after all, watched the live broadcast screen and the materials together, Qi Qi understood what she meant.

Linnai was surprised: "Ah, Xie Yi, he wants to find Zaichang?"

Xiao Jiu was shocked: "It must be, him, what does he want to do?"

The baby was excited: "Do you still need to ask? It must be to avenge his wife."

Yuner praised: "This Oppa is a man, I admire him."

As for Liu Li's own live broadcast room, she was no longer in the mood to pay attention, and shouted: "Call him quickly, there is a number on the information. Hurry up!"

"Killing is to pay for life."

"For this kind of scum, it's not worth it."

With Liu Li's order, Yun'er grabbed the phone and started dialing.

In the next second, Liu Li held her hand down.

Yun'er raised her head in doubt, and saw Liu Li staring at the live broadcast of the scene, and sighed:

"no need."

"already……"

"……That's too late!"

(End of this chapter)