I make a thriller, it's God chasing and feeding

Chapter 297 [The business is quite broad]

"Are we still filming this movie?"

"Director Xiao Lu, otherwise we should just break up. This horror movie has no future."

"If you ask me, why don't you just settle the fees with everyone, and then go back to your father for a while. Even if you are a fool with seniority, it is still good."

……

"Because I'm afraid, I give negative reviews. Such negative reviews will only attract more viewers."

"But if some reviews say it's a trashy movie, not scary at all, then that's a different story."

"If a horror film is not rated as scary, then who will want to watch it? I think this is a good thing for our film. I am beginning to have a little confidence in the film we have made."

……

"Actually, at my age, I don't really want to do anything, so what can I do?"

"But, I just want to be with a beautiful woman. This will keep me in a good mood. No matter what I do, whether it's eating, singing, or casually touching my little hands, I feel very comfortable."

"Especially if you have a good figure, a pretty face, you are young and..."

……

No one can take care of all aspects of their life and be a true saint.

Whether it's good, bad, serious, or greasy, the content of these paragraphs together is the life of Zhang Yu.

But obviously, at the last moment of his life, he was not prepared for death.

When Zhang Yu faces his wife, son, and other relatives, he can pretend to be calm and comfort them that he is not afraid.

But in front of Lu Zhengyi, he showed his absolute true self without any reservation.

He cried, he trembled, he murmured helplessly...

In the face of death, everyone is equal. No matter how glorious and brilliant the past was, at this moment, everyone is like a child who has not experienced anything and is ignorant.

Under the cold light of the hospital ward, Lu Zhengyi sat beside the bed, silently watching this familiar person gradually lose his voice, gradually become stiff, and...a little light emerged from his body.

A completely invisible shadow appeared beside the hospital bed.

He seemed very excited and wanted Lu Zhengyi to say something.

But there is no sound, and even the meaning of the specific actions cannot be seen.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow slowly became stiff, no longer so flexible, and finally dispersed.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yu did not stay and continue to exist like Wang Xiaoxu.

But just like most people, after death, they only exist as souls for a short period of time.

During this period, people who are more spiritual can see some appearances, but they will soon disappear.

"have they gone?"

Lu Zhengyi's regretful voice sounded, and he gently put Zhang Yu's stiffened palms back on the bed.

At the same time, he raised his hand and waved toward the door, beckoning people outside the house to come in.

The group of people outside the door had already realized something when they saw Lu Zhengyi waving. When they entered the room and looked at Zhang Yu, who was leaning sideways with his back to them and showing no intention of turning around, they all understood. .

"dad!"

"Old Zhang!"

"Master!"

Different voices and different titles sounded from their mouths.

Lu Zhengyi was not too involved in what happened next. He just stood up silently, stepped aside, and watched them shouting and shouting in front of the hospital bed.

But except for the more emotional ones, no one else shed tears.

Many people are insensitive to death.

Maybe at the scene, everyone will show sad and sad emotions, but this is more like an... unwritten rule.

When someone around you dies, you should feel sad, and there are even some customs of mourning.

No matter if you are sad or not, you have to cry, and the louder you cry, the better.

But in fact, some people don't really feel sad in their hearts.

Many people were crying and shouting here, but when they returned to their respective homes, they were still busy with what they should do, and they could even discuss more relaxed topics such as where to have a dinner after the funeral.

Most of the real sadness and emotions that come from the heart occur some time after the death.

Some people will suddenly realize, 'Oh, he is dead', 'He is no longer here, and will never be seen again', 'There is one less person who wants to find someone to drink and talk to when you are sad. ', 'I will have no mother or father in the future', 'Home is still the same home, but it is no longer the home before...'

With some of these thoughts, I feel heavy and sad when I am alone, and may even shed tears.

But that usually comes later.

In the next few days, not only Lu Zhengyi and others stayed in Jicheng, but other members of the crew also hurried over from other places after learning the news.

In a hospital, it may not be possible to gather so many people, but for a funeral, everyone can be present.

"How come it's so sudden?"

"Oh, I was still thinking about finding time to go to the hospital alone after returning to China, but why..."

"No matter what, I hope he can become a cultivator in his next life... and become the person he wants to be."

"Director Lu, do you think Assistant Director Zhang will have a chance in his next life?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable..."

In modern society, most funerals are no longer as cumbersome as in ancient times and should be completed within three to five days as much as possible.

In the fast-paced life, people try their best to streamline this process and even develop a relatively complete industrial chain.

General funeral services generally involve finding a suitable place near the home, setting up a funeral shed, arranging the most basic procedures, condoling, encoffining, transporting the body, cremation, and arranging the cemetery...

There are also relatively troublesome funeral companies that not only make arrangements for the basic procedures, but also negotiate with the funeral home before cremation to provide a special farewell hall for relatives and friends to come and say their final farewells.

In a word, as long as the money is in place, not to mention the coffin and cemetery, even private transportation, paper money, white flowers, black gauze, wreaths... all of these can be arranged in place.

Considering Zhang Yu's family situation, the funeral was held in a decent manner. A large company was specially hired to arrange a large farewell hall.

After everyone came forward one by one and placed white flowers behind the coffin, a specialized mage began to chant salvation.

When the general process was completed, it was time for lunch.

The food for lunch is also provided by the company responsible for arranging funerals. There is definitely no big fish or meat, but some relatively simple vegetarian dishes.

And they, the crew members, were naturally placed at the same table.

But even so, their conversation was relatively restrained. After all, more of the people present were Zhang Yu's relatives.

"Those things, who knows."

Lu Zhengyi replied casually and ate in silence.

But his usual big appetite was gone this time.

But fortunately, there is Ayong who can help sell the stolen goods.

Seeing his silent look, the others didn't speak anymore. As they chatted, the topic turned to Zhang Yuming, asking in low voices for more details about what they had encountered a few days ago.

"I'm full, let's go outside for a walk."

Lu Zhengyi did not participate in their conversation. After finishing the meal, he stood up and left.

And Ayong naturally jumped on his shoulders.

In the hospital before, in order to avoid trouble, he did not take Ayong with him.

But this time, he could also participate in the funeral. "Meow."

After walking out of the farewell hall and outside, Ayong stood on Lu Zhengyi's shoulder and called out.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sorry."

Lu Zhengyi replied softly, came to the railing and stood there, looking at the open space below.

In addition to Zhang Yu's funeral being held here, there are many people coming and going below.

A place like a funeral parlor is actually not deserted.

Especially during the day, the number of people consulting is no less than that of some banks and neighborhood committees. In winter, there are even more people, and you have to queue up.

It was Lu Zhengyi's first time in his life to attend a funeral.

However, he was quite familiar with the process.

After all, he not only attended other people's funerals in his previous life, but also attended his own funeral.

"Meow."

Ayong shouted again, his tone was a little low.

"That's right, people always need to learn to say goodbye."

Lu Zhengyi replied calmly, "Maybe it's you saying goodbye to others, or someone else saying goodbye to you."

"Birth, old age, illness, and death are normal in this world. Of course I will die, and so will you."

"But I'll try to walk behind you. I'll wait until you're all gone before I leave, okay?"

Ayong was stunned for a moment, "Meow?"

"Of course those who stay will be sad, but... I've seen it a lot, and I'm used to it, so it's fine." Lu Zhengyi reached out and touched his cat's head, "There will always be a sequence, I hope it will be in Please take care of yourself, lest...you won’t have anyone to talk to when the time comes.”

"You don't know, Lao Zhang, I was very scared at the last moment."

"If you are so afraid and I am no longer here, I will blame myself."

Ayong listened and said no more.

Saying goodbye is always a heavy topic.

Just like saying goodbye to Liang Meijuan, he took it easy for a long time.

He really couldn't imagine that if the person bidding farewell was Lu Zhengyi...

Thinking carefully about the scene where he was the only one left in the three-story home, Ayong couldn't help but stretched out the cat's paw and licked it.

Yes, I can't bear it, and I can't be the one who stays.

"Sir, are you talking to... this cat?"

But just as Lu Zhengyi was blowing the wind, looking at the open space in front of him, and talking to A Yong from time to time, a voice next to him suddenly sounded.

He turned his head calmly, and saw a young man wearing funeral parlor work clothes standing not far away, looking at him curiously.

"This is...a mysterious cat, right?"

The young man's eyes were fixed on A Yong standing on his shoulder without blinking, as if he had seen some treasure.

"Sir, have you ever considered selling this cat?"

When the young man met A Yong's gaze, the eagerness in his eyes became even more intense. He couldn't help but stepped forward and asked politely, "As for the price, everything is negotiable. I can satisfy you."

"Sorry, he's my family."

It was just a polite question, and Lu Zhengyi responded politely.

He didn't realize that the other person wanted to buy Ayong and had a bad attitude.

After all, to outsiders, Ayong is just a cat.

Even if Taoist Guanshan knew that he was a spiritual being, he regarded him as a mysterious cat and nothing more.

"……All right."

The young man nodded regretfully, "Then I'll excuse you."

Lu Zhengyi did not agree, and he had no intention of forcing it.

With that said, he planned to turn around and leave.

But suddenly, the young man stopped and walked towards Lu Zhengyi again, "Then... can I give you your contact information?"

At this point, he paused and stretched out his palm, "Hello, my name is Zheng Xinfeng, and I am a staff member here."

"It's like this. People in our profession are more or less superstitious. This mysterious cat of yours is very spiritual. In the legend of our Tang Dynasty, cats like this can ward off evil spirits. ."

"Since it is your family, it is not convenient for me to say anything about business, but can I leave you with a contact information? If possible, I hope I can support it and bless me to go smoothly in my work. Don’t let anything bad happen to you.”

He first introduced himself a little and explained why he wanted to contact me.

In addition to the explanation of providing daily necessities, the word "offering" is also occasionally used for offerings and sacrifices.

People will offer incense, flowers, lamps... a series of items to the gods and Buddhas, so that they can receive blessings, wash away their sins, and get rid of their worries.

"My Ayong does not accept donations from others." Lu Zhengyi shook his head and gently held his palm, "If you really have such needs, you can go to Qingniu Mountain. The Taoist temple there is open to the public. Yes, explain your intentions and work, and asking for an amulet may be more effective."

"Qingniu Mountain..."

When Zheng Xinfeng heard this place name, his demeanor changed.

When Lu Zhengyi mentioned words such as gymnasium and amulet, a look of understanding appeared on his face, "So you are also an expert."

Insider?

Lu Zhengyi looked at him calmly.

In fact, from the time the other party kept paying attention to A Yong's eyes and words, he knew that the other party probably knew something.

"Wait a minute, I remember that one of the guests these days is... someone from the entertainment industry."

But soon, Zheng Xinfeng realized something, "Are you Lu Zhengyi?"

He actually called Lu Zhengyi's name directly.

He is burly and fierce, like a general from ancient times. He often carries a mysterious cat, and he is also involved in the entertainment industry. Each of these labels is very eye-catching, and there are very few people who completely fit it.

"it's me."

At this moment, Lu Zhengyi understood.

Unexpectedly, his name was not only famous in the Tang Dynasty as a director.

Even some additional identities have been made known.

"Excuse me, Director Lu."

Zheng Xinfeng, who originally wanted to be polite and leave his contact information, panicked. After saying hello, he turned around and ran away.

"What do you mean?"

Lu Zhengyi looked at him with some doubts.

As soon as he turned around, someone was already blocking his retreat route.

"This this……"

Zheng Xinfeng stood there and waved his hands, "I don't know anything. Don't ask anything. I really don't know anything."

Seeing him like this, how could Lu Zhengyi not understand who he was.

With this attitude, this tone, and these words, they are probably from Taoist Guanshan's department. Even if they are not, they are related.

"Your business is quite extensive." Lu Zhengyi looked at him amusedly, "It involves logistics, special plane transportation, and now it is also related to funerals. The industry is really rich."

(End of this chapter)