Ghost Shelter System

It was almost 2 o'clock when Qin Kun came home last night.

Early the next morning, Qin Kun, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by a hurried call.

The electronic clock on the bedside showed 9 o'clock in the morning. Qin Kun picked up the phone with red eyes.

"Hello!!"

The call was from Director Wang of the funeral parlor. Old Wang said: "Hey, Qin, why are you so angry?"

Since returning from the magic city, Qin Kun was afraid of Lao Wang's nagging, so he worked the night shift conscientiously for a month. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have anything worthy of criticism, right?

"Am I so angry?! I don't have work in the morning, why are you looking for me!" Qin Kun was confident, and because he was angry when he got up, his voice was much louder than usual.

Director Wang said angrily: "What are you talking about?! I can't come to you if I have nothing to do? I'm waiting for you at the Hong Kong-style morning tea shop at the entrance of the district. Come quickly and treat you to breakfast!"

Have breakfast? Qin Kun's anger subsided a little.

The sun is coming out in the west?

For an old fox like Lao Wang, who calls himself a 'business wizard' and is good at picking things, this was his first time inviting him to dinner.

Qin Kun thought about it, and it was probably nothing good.

"No... I'll sleep a little longer..."

Director Wang was anxious: "This month, the work unit will provide benefits, including a blood pressure monitor and a cervical massage shawl for each person. If you don't come, the benefits will be gone!"

Qin Kun was impatient: "Pull him down... Why would a guy like me do that? I'll give you my set..."

Director Wang smiled and said: "Hey, Qin, parents and elders like this thing, don't you want to show your filial piety? Moreover, it is a welfare issued by the work unit, and the price is not low. My family will be happy to take it back!"

Damn...

He actually used filial piety to kidnap himself!

Qin Kun was a little speechless, but he figured it out. What was issued by the employer and what he bought himself were two different concepts after all.

The year before last, when I was very poor, I went home to celebrate the New Year and was very embarrassed by my neighbors. There was an aunt on Laomiao Street. Her son worked in a public institution in the provincial capital, and the benefits he received when he went home were not ordinary. I kept showing off until the end of the year, so don't mention the air.

Parents of this generation want their children to have a good job. What is a good job? Salary is one thing, benefits are another!

Qin Kun's workplace has been keeping secrets from his parents, and it only used the 'Menggui Travel Agency' to make them happy during the Chinese New Year this year. Now offering some benefits can always make them happy, right?

Besides, he had never thought of buying this kind of thing for his parents, but today he admitted it.

"You're cruel! Come right now!"

In the early morning, the district had already started morning exercises. Du Qinghan sent Qin Xue to teach. Qin Kun walked downstairs after washing up and breathed in the fresh air.

The 'Qianmo Jiayuan' area where Qin Kun lives is a welfare housing of the work unit. Director Wang is also in this area. After walking a few steps, he came to the 'Huang Zai Hong Kong Style Morning Tea' at the entrance of the area. Director Wang and a young man The guys are having breakfast.

He was a gentle man, about 27 or 28 years old. Qin Kun had met Wang Yazhou several times, Lao Wang's son.

"Good morning, Lao Wang."

"Good morning, Brother Wang."

Wang Yazhou, who was born in T school, now works in the Information Security Department of Linjiang City. He is shy, wears glasses, and is not good at talking: "Good morning, Master Qin. You and my dad will eat. My work has something to do before leaving. I bought it separately." .”

Wang Yazhou finished and hurried away carrying a backpack.

Lao Wang shook his head: "This kid can't even talk to people now."

The refreshments on the table were exquisite, all in the style of a cage. Qin Kun couldn't tell whether they were authentic or not, but the taste was okay anyway.

After picking up a shrimp dumpling and putting it in his mouth, Qin Kun was curious: "What's wrong? It's like I'm screaming so early in the morning. Do you still have to use work benefits to trick me out?"

Lao Wang smiled mysteriously and pushed over a newspaper.

This is the "Linjiang Daily". Qin Kun read a few big news, most of which were indifferent people's livelihood issues. Nothing big happened?

Lao Wang said: "D version."

Turning to page d, Qin Kun found a very special section, which was a piece of news.

In the section, it was written that a strange thing happened in the 'Linjiang New Era' area last night. In Building 6, New Era District, from the 6th floor to the 2nd floor, all citizens had a nightmare at the same time, and 6 citizens fainted and were hospitalized. Relevant experts went to investigate last night.

At the same time, the section mentioned that a mysterious man once broke into the building, injured the security guard, and damaged the district gate and the glass door of Building 6. It is speculated whether the mysterious man may be related to this matter.

Qin Kun saw that the picture next to the section was exactly his profile!

"Damn, this kind of news is reported?! This is spreading superstitious ideas indiscriminately!"

Qin Kun tapped the newspaper hard with his finger: "Besides, I am going to save people!"

Director Wang nodded comfortingly: "I know, I know, calm down. How does it feel to report? Look at the back, there is a line asking for information about the mysterious man."

Qin Kun couldn't laugh or cry: "You won't be wanted, right?"

Director Wang pursed his lips: "Jing Sansheng is still serving in the army. Who can do anything to you? If it doesn't work, isn't Ge Zhan still alive?"

fine? It’s best to be okay…

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Director Wang drank tea and whispered: "Do you think you can contact the newspaper and place a recruitment notice for our unit?"

puff……

Qin Kun almost spit out his tea.

I'll fuck you! After working on it for a long time, do you think this will happen? !

"Why don't you go boarding?"

Director Wang smiled bitterly: "I've posted it before! It's expensive, but it doesn't make the headlines. It's so dense behind it, who will see it?"

Director Wang pointed to the recruitment section of the daily newspaper. The densely packed recruitment notices were dazzling.

"Then it will be effective if I sign in?! How big must my face be?"

Director Wang pointed to the name of the contributor: "Chu Mingquan, did you see that? Editor-in-chief of Linjiang Daily! This news was written by the editor-in-chief himself! You, can he not be curious about your origins? When you get there Brag to our unit, if you do a good job and will not be invaded by ghosts and gods, in short, he will definitely write it, you just need to have a good relationship with him."

Fuck...

You are not invaded by ghosts and gods, you are a cult! Would you like to go to jail? !

"Do I look like a publicist?" Qin Kun rolled his eyes with utmost contempt.

Director Wang took a sip of tea and looked melancholy: "Qin, everyone in our unit is old. I am 54, Lao Qu is 59, Lao Zhou of the cremation building is 60, Lao Geng, Lao Dan, Lao Yu and they are already over 60. Qian It won’t be a few years. We...have no successors..."

"You won't raise your salary? The basic salary is 800. Who among the young people will go for it these days?"

"There are also performance bonuses...it adds up to a lot. Besides, if you are skilled, your base salary will definitely be doubled. We are also in a technical profession."

"Wait..." Qin Kun thought of a question: "I remember I caught a ghost and asked him to go to Tuwa to arrange something for him. Have you seen it?"

Director Wang said: "I've seen it before. Tuwa cut paper for him and made it into a white soldier. I took the paper man away, but his soul is still floating near the funeral parlor."

Qin Kun's eyes widened: "Why? Don't you think it saves more effort to let ghosts do the work? I'm a white Taoist soldier, and I don't have to pay my salary! Uncle Qu is in charge of the unit, so what are you afraid of?"

Director Wang snorted coldly: "I'm afraid? Regarding the Taoism of the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, I don't even want to see it! Back then, Mr. Yang... Humph! These idiots know how to fight for their damn head!"

Lao Wang had always been brooding over Yang Shen's death. Qin Kun flattened his lips and said, "Then you still accept Tuba into the work unit..."

"Hmph! It's an old grudge I have! I'd rather die for that old guy, and his master Qiao Shanliang, who are all bad guys! And those bastards Ge Zhan, Zuo Jinchen, Chai Qingrong, and Wu Xiong! All of them will die! The best!"

After 30 years, Director Wang still has not given up his hostility towards the people of the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect. Qin Kun sighed, how much hatred is there...

After thinking about how enthusiastic Peng Xiao he met in the magic city was, Qin Kun became curious for the first time, how attractive was the previous generation who accompanied the Tengu? It can make people worship him to such an extent.

"Qin, to tell you the truth, in the funeral parlor business, the cremation building belongs to fire, the ice coffin hall belongs to water, and even the Taoist soldiers cannot do it."

"I remember Jiang Yang did it before! He was also a white Taoist soldier, but unfortunately he was killed by Ma Shenpo, and you couldn't save him!"

Curator Wang knew that Qin Kun still had a grudge against Jiang Yang's death. He sighed and smiled bitterly: "That's the Zhong family's phantom soul technique! In fact, he didn't do anything... You, using phantom soul technique to deceive people and Liar, Ma Xiaohua wants to kill him, how can I use my honor and justice to protect him?"