Chapter 2: Dead bodies piled high
I opened the night shift management manual, and the first sentence on it read: Every family has its own rules, and every business has its own rules.
Next, comes the scope of my work. After eight o'clock in the evening, all affairs of the funeral home are handled solely by the night shift management staff, and no one else is allowed to interfere.
This sentence made me frown slightly.
I thought I was here as a small clerk, but I didn’t expect that I would have such great power?
At eight o'clock in the evening, the night shift manager has the final say on everything here?
I didn't believe it, so I quickly took out my cell phone and called Zhang Sanfen.
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Sanfen answered the phone very quickly, but his tone was a little impatient: "What's wrong?"
I said, "Boss, someone asked if the body would be collected. It was in the black brick kiln..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone on the other side said He interrupted me: "You're asking me just this little thing? Make up your own mind!"
Before I could speak, a busy signal came from the other end of the phone.
I'm a little angry, what kind of attitude is this!
I had just started working in a funeral parlor, and I was not familiar with everything here. I had no idea how to collect a corpse, how much it cost, or who to send it to.
Even if I work for you, I have to be familiar with the business. At the very least, you can find someone to take care of me, right?
In anger, I said to the man: "Sorry, buddy, I can't take your job."
Didn't you let me make my own decision? Then I won’t accept it!
The man suddenly became anxious, with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, little brother, look, I'll raise the price for you, eight hundred yuan per car!"
"Little brother, look, those laborers are also Poor guy, he was kidnapped and sold to do hard work when he was alive, and he doesn't even have a resting place when he dies, right?" "
Even if you don't take the commission, you still have to think about your upright and kind heart! "
When I heard the word commission, I blinked my eyes immediately and asked: "What, how much can I get for collecting a corpse?"
The man was stunned, and then blinked the same way: "Little brother, the night shift management manual is Haven't you read it yet? According to the regulations above, you will earn half of the income from corpse collection, and the funeral home will earn half." "
Of course, if you feel that some jobs are difficult to do, you can also raise the price..."
I was thinking at the time Just a series of shit!
A corpse costs 800 yuan, how can I earn 400 yuan?
I kept a calm expression on my face and asked again: "How many corpses are there?"
The man answered quickly: "Eight!"
My mind began to calculate quickly, eight corpses, the charge was 6,400 yuan, of which Half of it is mine, that's 3,200 yuan!
Damn it! Before, I thought that the basic salary of five thousand yuan a month was too low, and Zhang Sanfen was too stingy.
Now it seems like this is stingy?
That's so generous, isn't it?
No, I have to take this job tonight! Aren't they just eight corpses? I picked it up!
I said righteously: "Brother, you are right. Those black workers are a group of poor people. They were abused when they were alive, and they didn't even have a resting place after they died." "I'll take this
job. "
But it's 800 yuan for a car, so you can't have less money!"
The man was overjoyed, took out a wad of banknotes from his bag and stuffed it over: "Little brother, I said I saw the right person, at such a young age. With a heart full of justice, I will definitely be a leader in the circle and a master in the industry in the future!"
I thought to myself, that's it.
As for this job, I'll quit as soon as I finish paying off Zhang Sanfen's debt.
I will be looking for a girlfriend from now on!
But...if you can make enough money here, it doesn't seem impossible to stay for another year or two.
I was thinking wildly, but the man was full of compliments and handed over a business card.
There was only a name and phone number on the business card.
I took a casual look and found that his name was Zhao Fei. There was no unit or position written on the business card.
But I don't care. He paid for it, and I collected the body and settled the matter in cash. Holding a heavy pile of money in my hand, I had an unreal feeling.
But after receiving the money, you have to do things well for others.
I put the money in my pocket and returned to my single dormitory with the night shift management manual.
I have to take a good look at this manual, lest I don’t understand anything and mess things up.
This time I saw the evening.
And the more I looked at it, the more my hands and feet became cold and I cried out.
According to the night shift management manual, there are two types of body collection.
One is that someone else brings it over, and the night shift manager is responsible for sending the body to the morgue.
The other is to go out into the field, that is, drive outside to collect the bodies.
Generally speaking, there are more or less problems with corpses delivered at night.
For example, if someone's body is disturbed by cats and dogs during a funeral, and if there are signs of decomposition, it will be sent to the funeral home for processing.
For another example, if someone died unjustly, his eyes were not closed after death, and his body was piled high in a mountain, he would be sent here.
What is even more sinister is the corpse of a person who committed suicide. Depending on the method of suicide, there are different kinds of weirdness.
All in all, normal people's corpses would not be delivered in the middle of the night.
The body that Zhao Fei asked me to collect was definitely not as simple as I thought!
Thinking of this, I immediately took out my mobile phone and called Zhao Fei.
As soon as the call was connected, I suppressed my anger and asked: "Brother, is there something wrong with these eight corpses?"
Zhao Fei heard my voice and said with a smile; "Little brother, it depends on what you are asking. . If it were normal, I wouldn't ask you to collect it, right?"
I said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"
Zhao Fei still laughed along and said: "Little brother, we can't move those eight coffins. Move."
According to Zhao Fei, the case of the black brick kiln has been solved, and the suspects who deserve to be shot will be shot and those who deserve to be jailed will be jailed.
The victims were sent home alive, and those who were dead and whose identities could not be verified were temporarily restrained in coffins, and then an announcement was made to wait for the family members of the deceased to come and collect them.
Originally, these corpses would be sent to the funeral home during the day, but a strange thing happened during transportation.
These coffins are extremely heavy, like solid iron lumps!
Four or five young and strong men worked together, but they could only move the coffin a few centimeters!
This made people look at it and call it evil.
A shriveled corpse weighed no more than a hundred kilograms, and even with the coffin, it only weighed one hundred forty or fifty kilograms.
How could four or five people not be able to lift it?
At that time, some people who did not believe in evil were angry and took out their mobile phones to call for a crane. He did not believe that even the crane was helpless with these coffins!
But before he made the call, he was stopped by someone.
The person who stopped him was the police forensic doctor, who was responsible for the autopsy work of the black laborers.
This man was an old man over sixty years old. He told the person in charge that there was a reason why the coffin could not be moved. If he insisted on taking it away with a crane, even if it was taken away, there would be endless troubles.
This matter must be left to professional body collectors to resolve.
Who is a professional body collector? Of course it was me, the freshly minted night shift manager.
(End of chapter)