Chapter 3 Zhang Sanfen
After listening to what Zhao Fei said, I almost cursed.
This pockmark is not pockmarked. Isn’t this a deception?
The coffins and corpses of the deceased are as heavy as mountains. That is because the resentment persists.
According to folklore, the soul of the deceased lies on the coffin and presses against the coffin, preventing anyone from moving it.
Of course, it is not impossible to forcefully use a crane to take away the coffin, but something will definitely happen in the future.
Don’t ask me why I know this, my grandfather told me a lot of these stories when I was a kid.
I remained silent on the phone, but Zhao Fei on the other side was anxious. He said, "Brother, we paid the full amount. You can't return the money after you collect it." "
Besides, you are the night shift manager. He is the most professional in the circle, right?"
I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger and said, "Stop talking nonsense! Prepare the manpower, I will be there on time at 12 o'clock tonight!"
Then I hung up with a snap. Telephone.
It is written in the night shift management manual that after receiving the money, you must do good things.
If there is a situation where you receive money but do not perform the work, you will have to compensate the customer ten times.
I already owe 100,000 yuan in foreign debt. If this 6,400 yuan is doubled again, it will be 64,000 yuan.
With so much money, I might as well bite the bullet and collect the body.
But after hanging up the phone, I felt unsure.
After thinking about it, I called Zhang Sanfen again.
Perhaps because it was working hours, Zhang Sanfen answered the call quickly and his tone was much better than last time.
He said, "What's wrong?"
I was afraid that he would hang up on me again, so I quickly said, "Boss, I've got a job here."
Then I told him everything about the black brick kiln.
There was silence on the other side, with no confirmation or denial. If it weren't for the sound of cars on the other side of the phone, I almost thought he had hung up on me again.
I said with a playful smile: "Boss, it's my first day at work, and I don't have anyone to take care of me. Look, why don't you take me with you for a day so that I can learn from you, right?"
Then I heard the other person say: : "I'll be there soon, but I'll only take you for one night."
The call ended suddenly. This guy never said hello when he hung up the phone.
But I took a long breath and it was done!
Although I don’t know how capable the boss is, but since he dares to contract a funeral parlor, he must be quite capable.
I put away the night shift management manual, changed my clothes, and ran downstairs.
It was just getting dark outside, and the entire funeral home became quiet.
The lobby, which was extremely noisy during the day, is now empty. Even the staff have packed up and gone home from get off work.
I took out the key, opened the glass door of the hall, and turned on a few lights, feeling a little calmer.
Looking at the empty hall and the dim lights around me, I couldn't help but sigh.
From eight o'clock in the evening to six o'clock the next day, ten hours. This is not easy.
And I’m afraid I’ll have to work here for the next one or two years. Won’t this delay my youth?
While I was thinking about that, a beam of car lights came in.
It was a black four-door Wrangler, with yellow mud splattered on the rough body shape. It was unknown where it came from.
After the car door opened, Zhang Sanfen walked out wearing a gray jacket and carrying a handbag.
He looked at the door of the funeral home and said, "He Yongheng." I hurriedly walked over and carried his bag in my hand, with a flattering face: "Boss, you are here!"
His handbag It was very heavy, and it felt like it was filled with tools like a hammer and wrench, and I noticed that his face looked tired, as if he had just returned from working on a construction site.
A migrant worker driving a Wrangler?
I muttered to myself and placed my handbag at the front desk.
Zhang Sanfen was not polite. He sat down on the chair at the front desk and said, "I'll take you with you all night. I'll take care of everything tonight.
" If you don't understand anything, just ask me."
I nodded hastily, as long as you collect the corpse from the black brick kiln tonight. From now on, I will work the night shift and I will never take on these messy jobs.
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang.
Zhang Sanfen casually picked up the phone and said: "Nanshan Funeral Home."
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. He asked cautiously: "Excuse me... is the boss Zhang Sanfen back?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "I That's it."
The voice on the other side suddenly became excited: "Ah! Ah! Are you Boss Zhang?"
"That's right, we have a party here, specifically for the little cursed corpses in western Sichuan..."
He hadn't said anything yet. After that, Zhang Sanfen said coldly: "If you don't want to die, stay away from that thing!"
Then he hung up the phone with a bang.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Sanfen said: "Generally, the calls you make to me at the front desk are basically irrelevant. People or things that are really important will call my personal number." "
Also, you can call me But don’t tell anyone my phone number.”
I nodded hurriedly, thinking that my boss sounded like a great guy.
Even the phone number is not willing to be disclosed.
Zhang Sanfen added: "The night shift management manual is very important, you must understand it thoroughly." "
We can collect some corpses, but we cannot collect some corpses randomly, which may cause trouble."
"Of course, I am not afraid of trouble, but I hate trouble. "
As for the commission, we don't have a fixed price. The price depends on the difficulty of collecting the body. You make your own decision in this regard. The funeral home does not make money on this, as long as it doesn't damage its own sign."
I remembered what Zhao Fei had prescribed for me. Price, he asked cautiously: "Boss, what price is more reasonable for the eight corpses we collected tonight?"
Zhang Sanfen pondered slightly and said: "About twenty thousand for each. There is a problem with these corpses, what is the specific problem ? , I’ll tell you later when I go to collect the bodies.”
My face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd.
If Zhao Fei were here, I would have to slap all his teeth out.
Twenty thousand for each body, this bastard will give me eight hundred!
Eight corpses! That’s 160,000! If you get half of it, wouldn't it be 80,000? Earn 80,000 in one night! Is that debt still called debt?
I was a little dizzy and asked again: "Boss, do I get my commission for collecting the corpse?"
Zhang Sanfen looked at me and said, "Yes. One thousandth of the commission amount. This is the old rule of the funeral home. You You know, the funeral home doesn’t make money from this business, so the commission is relatively low.”
I staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The promised half commission!
Why does it become one in a thousand!
Zhao Fei, you bastard!
Zhang Sanfen looked at my expression and asked with interest: "So, how much price did you give him?"
My face turned red, and then I gritted my teeth and said, "Eight hundred for one body!"
"Boss, I'm sorry, I'll bring it to the funeral home. There has been a loss, but the night shift management manual says that I have the right to set the price myself..."
(End of Chapter)