62. The 62nd day of quitting the entertainment industry. He doesn’t look like a funeral director, but a male model…

The employees prepared for her by the underworld?

Could it be that the jade that Lin Yanluo found for her has finally arrived?

Thinking of this, Sang Qiqi's almond-shaped eyes suddenly lit up like little lightbulbs. She raised her eyes and looked towards the main entrance of the funeral service. Unfortunately, it was far away, and there were tables and chairs blocking the view, so she could only vaguely make out a figure that was clearly a man.

She poked Zhang Lin with her hand and asked curiously, "How handsome is this super handsome guy?"

Zhang Lin thought for a long time and answered truthfully, "He's more handsome than any male celebrity my cousin has ever dated."

So handsome?

Sang Qiqi's eyes lit up even more, and she asked, "Who has your cousin pursued before? Fu Rui? Yu Hongxue? Kan Leng?"

Zhang Lin: "Qiao Tianyi."

Sang Qiqi's expression changed and she opened her mouth: "Tui."

Those three simple words instantly extinguished her interest in their perfect match. She gazed at Zhang Lin with sympathy, patted his shoulder, and gave him a rather earnest warning: "Find some time to talk to your cousin in her dreams. Liking Qiao Tianyi is a disease, and it needs to be treated."

Seeing the obvious disgust on her face, Zhang Lin remembered the deep grudge between Qiao Tianyi and her. It couldn't be explained in a few words. He opened his mouth to complain that his cousin's illness had been cured by Qiao Tianyi's sewing machine, and that she had found a new star in the entertainment industry. But the mention of "Qiao Tianyi" had completely drained her interest, and even felt it was unlucky. Sang Qiqi didn't want to listen any further and headed towards the funeral service.

Zhang Lin hung a handmade wind chime on the glass door. He said it was made by a lame old man who picked up shells from the beach, one step deep and one step shallow. It was made of natural materials, and the cost of the workmanship cost Zhang Lin 120 yuan.

As a result, Sang Qiqi took a photo and searched it on Pinxixi, and found that the wholesale price was 6.8 yuan.

The door opened and closed, and the wind chimes tinkled. The sound was crisp and clear, and normally would have been so noticeable, even a little piercing. But at this moment, when her eyes caught sight of the young man standing up from the sofa, Sang Qiqi's attention was easily taken away. All she could hear was the sharp intake of cool air.

Zhang Lin didn't lie to her, he is really a super handsome guy!

Moreover, this face looks strangely familiar.

She blinked and subconsciously reached out to point at the man, but felt that it was impolite, so she could only let her fingers hang down at the side of her legs and tapped them lightly, then asked tentatively, "Jinji Mountain?"

Twenty years ago, when she first arrived in the underworld and passed by Jinji Mountain, she was chased for three kilometers by a big rooster in the mountain. When she first experienced the feeling of flying, the kind-hearted person who extended a helping hand and rescued her from the big rooster's evil beak looked exactly like the person in front of her!

"I didn't expect Miss Sang to remember me. I'm honored." The man extended his hand toward Sang Qiqi. Beneath his fair skin, his knuckles resembled intricately carved works of art, slender yet not bony. Sang Qiqi stared at him for two seconds, then raised her wrist to shake his. The cool warmth was a polite touch, yet she could still feel the strength of his knuckles as they pressed down.

He said, "My name is Duan Sui, and I'm an employee assigned to the funeral service by the underworld. Lord Lin Yan has already told me all of Miss Sang's requirements. Don't worry, Miss Sang, I will comply with them."

Sang Qiqi felt that Lin Yanluo was so reliable for once, and he was so reliable that he sent such a handsome man to her store.

This is more attractive than her macho paper-made figures.

But he appeared calm and composed. "Since Lin Yanluo has already told you, I won't elaborate. We had two people in our shop before you. Look, the kid next to you named Zhang Lin is one of them. He's now in charge of packing funeral products in the shop, and occasionally he also works as a cashier and entertaining customers. Now that Mr. Duan has joined our one-stop funeral service, you'll have to take care of some of the work from now on."

Duan Sui glanced at the young boy standing upright next to him and nodded with a smile: "It's not hard, it's all my job."

"Okay, then I'll tell you about the salary, commission and bonus first, then you can take a look around the store to familiarize yourself with it, and I'll go deliver something." Sang Qiqi invited Duan Sui to sit back on the sofa and discuss the salary issue in detail.

After a while, he asked, "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Duan Sui shook his head: "No, I understand everything."

That's fine.

Sang Qiqi stood up, signaling she had something to do and left first. When she reappeared, she had already knocked on the door of the office in the haunted house next door. She brought Bai Yingxin, who was arguing with Jingyu about having an extra octopus ball, to the window and hurriedly said as they walked over, "What delicious octopus balls are there? If he likes them, give them all to him. I'll take you to try something different—look, there's a handsome guy!"

The window clicked open.

Bai Yingxin, who decisively chose the handsome guy over the octopus balls, was the first to peek out. Her eyes scanned the downstairs like X-rays at every corner where the handsome guy might appear, but she saw nothing. She could only turn around and ask, "Where's the handsome guy?"

"There." Sang Qiqi squeezed over, and both heads leaned towards the window. As she pointed her finger towards the window of the funeral service center, the man, whose half figure was originally exposed, seemed to have a telepathic connection with Sang Qiqi. He suddenly took two steps towards the window and completely entered the sight of Sang Qiqi and Bai Yingxin.

Bai Yingxin's pupils trembled and she took a deep breath.

Sang Qiqi nudged Bai Yingxin with her elbow, her eyes shining brightly: "How about it, handsome or not?"

Bai Yingxin nodded vigorously: "Your customers? How old are they? Are they in a relationship? How many abdominal muscles are there?"

What a presumptuous question.

Sang Qiqi could only answer the first question: "He's not a customer, he's a new employee."

Just now, she was too embarrassed to stare at him in front of Duan Sui, but now, Sang Qiqi held her cheek up to admire him carefully and sighed, "What a high nose! Qiao Tianyi's fans used to clamor to slide on their brother's nose every day. They really should be shown what a high nose looks like."

Bai Yingxin imitated her and held her face in her hands: "No kidding, these legs are longer than my life."

Sang Qiqi: "You can even raise fish with your collarbone."

Bai Yingxin: "Her waist is so thin too."

Sang Qiqi: "Even dogs look at me with affection."

The two looked at each other and whistled at the same time to express their love for the handsome guy.

Jing Yu, who had heard the whole thing behind him, said: "..."

He walked forward expressionlessly, grabbed Bai Yingxin by the back of her collar and lifted her aside. He ignored her cries of "Ah hey hey" and put his head close to the window.

The tall, long-legged young man, praised repeatedly by two girls, lowered his head slightly as he sorted the miscellaneous items on the cash register. His casual silk shirt was loosely tied at the collar, revealing his large, sunken collarbone and a faint glimpse of his chest from the side. He rolled up his sleeves, his lean, fair wrists marked with faint cyan veins. He placed a pen into the holder with his long fingers, then straightened up and walked to the other end.

The hem of the snow-white shirt is casually tucked into the trousers, and the broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs really show off the good figure to the fullest.

He doesn't look like a funeral director, but more like a male model.

Jingyu: "..."

He poked Sang Qiqi and said in a deep voice, "Where did you find these employees?"

Sang Qiqi propped her face up with her hands and answered happily, "Lin Yanluo found him for me. Isn't he handsome? I admit that he is the most considerate boss in the entire underworld."

Jingyu: "..."

Unable to utter the word 'not handsome' against his will, Jingyu just tried his best to flatter him: "His peach blossom eyes are so conspicuous, he must be a scumbag at first glance."

Bai Yingxin was already unhappy with Jingyu for pushing her out, and she was even more upset after hearing this: "How can having peach blossom eyes make you a scumbag? Your generalizations and actions are extremely problematic!"

Sang Qiqi also turned her head and looked up and down at Jingyu, who was looking stern. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and she patted his shoulder firmly and smiled: "It's good for a man to be competitive, but he shouldn't be too jealous."

Jingyu: "..."

Bai Yingxin only half understood what she heard, but that didn't stop her from nodding vigorously in agreement with Sang Qiqi's words: "That's right."

Jingyu: "..."

After Sang Qiqi and Bai Yingxin admired the handsome guy, they laughed when they saw that Jing Yu, the ruthless executioner of the Third Palace in the Pian Gui era, seemed a little autistic and was really considering whether to change into a more handsome body to fight Duan Sui on the top of Huaishui Street.

Jingyu looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Sang Qiqi patted him again to comfort him, then waved to Bai Yingxin, said goodbye, and returned to the funeral service.

During this period, a regular customer happened to come to the store.

After fishing, Wu Luan passed by Sang Qiqi's funeral home. Thinking of his brother who had appeared in his dream two days ago and said he wanted a new fishing rod, he stepped on the brakes, parked the car next to Sang Qiqi's pickup truck, and walked in.

Seeing a shadow at the cashier counter, he didn't look closely and was about to say hello, but when the other person raised his head, he was stuck.

After hesitating for two seconds, he took two steps back, stepped out of the door and looked up. There was indeed a sign above the door saying "Sang Qiqi Funeral Service", but when he looked inside, the two people in the store were very unfamiliar.

He asked uncertainly, "Am I in the right place? Is this Mr. Sang's shop?"

Duan Sui looked past him and saw Sang Qiqi approaching with a look of joy written all over her face. He nodded, "You're right. The boss is behind you. What do you want to see?"

Wu Luan turned around.

Sang Qiqi happened to look over and waved, "Mr. Wu, are you here to buy paper figurines for your brother again?"

Wu Luan nodded: "When I saw other people in your store, I thought I had gone to the wrong place."

Sang Qiqi walked over to the tall and long-legged Duan Sui and introduced him with a smile, "Two new employees in our store."

Wu Luan secretly gave her a thumbs up.

He is so handsome.

Really nice aesthetic.

"I want to customize a new fishing rod for my brother, and I brought the design with me." While Wu Luan was taking out his phone, the new employee, who was very perceptive, stepped forward, took a photo, and then walked aside to write down the name and pick-up time. His movements were skillful and neat, and it was obvious that he had prepared it specially.

Sang Qiqi's eyes lit up again.

OK, OK.

It looks pleasing to the eye, good.

It’s good to have life in your eyes.

Witnessing the entire process of Duan Sui entertaining Wu Luan, Sang Qiqi couldn't help but give Lin Yanluo a thumbs-up in her heart. She had originally thought that Lin Yanluo had assigned Zhang Lin to do odd jobs for her because Duan Sui wasn't good at the job. Now it seemed that she was quite capable.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, using her phone to order three cups of milk tea, one for each of them. Yanyan happened to arrive with a paper offering, so Zhang Lin grabbed the milk tea and headed to the storage room. Duan Sui was left sitting across from Sang Qiqi, who curiously asked, "I haven't seen you much before. Which department were you originally from?"

The fact that he was able to chase away the rooster at Jinji Mountain twenty years ago and still appear before her twenty years later was enough to prove that Duan Sui was originally an employee of the underworld. After all, ordinary ghosts could not stay in the underworld for a full twenty years and would have been kicked into reincarnation long ago.

Sang Qiqi thought about it in her heart.

She was most familiar with the Ten Courts of Hell and the Samsara Department under their jurisdiction, but she had never seen Duan Sui in any of these departments. So, could Duan Sui be from the Five Ghost Emperors? Just as this speculation was forming, Duan Sui replied, "I was originally from Luofeng Mountain."

Luofeng Mountain?

"An employee of the Southern Ghost Emperor? Then you..." Sang Qiqi swallowed back the impolite "Were you demoted?" and was about to say something when Duan Sui took the initiative to say, "Luofeng Mountain is on vacation recently. I stayed there with nothing to do. I happened to see Lin Yanjun looking for employees, so I thought I'd give it a try. After all, I haven't been to the human world for many years."

Sang Qiqi immediately felt the same way and nodded: "Compared to the underworld, the human world is indeed better."

Then, he asked curiously, "I heard that the Ghost Emperor of Luofeng Mountain is always elusive and has a bad temper. Is that true?"

Duan Sui: "...Who said that?"

Sang Qiqi rubbed her chin in thought. "I'm not sure exactly who it is, but I think what they said is very convincing. Oh, and I've heard Yu Peng scold this Luofengshan Ghost Emperor before."

Yu Peng?

Duan Sui raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Luofengshan is pretty good. The leader is away all day, and the employees are like monkeys, jumping up and down. They are very happy every day."

Sang Qiqi: “…”

Seeing Sang Qiqi's expression suddenly become strange when she looked at him, Duan Sui paused and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sang Qiqi: "Nothing, I just admire you. Nowadays, even those who are living as ghosts still love to go to work."

There is a leader who is nowhere to be seen every day, and a colleague who works as a monkey for free. Instead of slacking off, he comes to work in her funeral home.

Quite an idea too.

He is indeed a man with life in his eyes.

So--

Sang Qiqi smiled sweetly and looked at Duan Sui expectantly. "What do you think about us doing a livestream tonight to sell goods? With such a great face like yours on the livestreaming platform, I can't even imagine how much we'll make in transactions tonight!"

Duan Sui: “…”

He suddenly remembered that when he had approached Uncle Lin about joining Sang Qiqi's funeral home, Uncle Lin had looked at him with an expression that seemed to be about to speak but hesitated. After a long silence, he asked, "Are you absolutely sure? The personality of this employee in our department might be a little different than you imagine. She doesn't know who you are, so she probably won't be too polite to you."

Duan Sui just laughed at that time.

I wonder if he still doesn't know Sang Qiqi's personality? Does he need Lin Bo to remind him?

But right now… this straightforward and expectant look is admittedly not very polite, but it’s really adorable.

He asked politely, "Do you need me to prepare anything?"

Sang Qiqi quickly waved her hands: "No, no, your current image is very good."

Duan Sui raised his eyebrows: "You think it's very good?"

Sang Qiqi spoke righteously and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, look at these chest muscles, this waistline, this hip, these long legs, this-"

Sang Qiqi was completely carried away and wanted to find out all the advantages of Duan Sui in terms of appearance and figure and recite them one by one. But as she spoke, she noticed that Duan Sui's gaze towards her became more and more meaningful, and the curve of his thin lips became more and more pronounced. She suddenly reacted and stopped talking immediately.

After staring at each other for two seconds, he said guiltily, "It's very good anyway."

Duan Sui didn't feel offended, but responded gently: "I believe it."

In the evening, to celebrate the arrival of new employees in the store, Sang Qiqi took the initiative to take Duan Sui and Zhang Lin out to dinner.

Naturally, the two did not refuse.

But Zhang Lin obviously had something to say.

He walked beside Sang Qiqi, glanced at her, and muttered, "Why didn't you treat me to a meal to celebrate the day I started working? Why are you treating me differently? Is it because he's handsome?"

Sang Qiqi raised her hand and patted him on the head, staring at him with lowered eyes, her tone sounding a little dangerous: "If I remember correctly, I invited you to have barbecue, but you refused, right?"

Zhang Lin: “…”

Okay, that seems to be the case.

Fearing his head would be twisted off, Zhang Lin quickly begged for mercy: "I forgot, I was wrong. Boss Sang is a good boss who treats everyone equally and does not show any prejudice."

Sang Qiqi then slowly withdrew her hand and continued walking towards the hot pot restaurant.

She chose the most famous hot pot restaurant in Fuping District, intending to reward Duan Sui in advance for his hard work. When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, they found a small private room and placed the menu in front of Duan Sui. Sang Qiqi waved her hand generously, saying, "Order whatever you want."

Zhang Lin raised his hand: "Can I order anything, too?"

Sang Qiqi: "...Of course."

It seems like the little brat really deserves a beating.

Duan Sui didn't order much, but what he ordered was good. Sang Qiqi took a quick look and saw that the dishes with the ticks on them were all her favorites.

When the waiter came to ask if he wanted tomato soup and if he had any dietary restrictions, Duan Sui smiled at the waiter and said, "Two bowls, no onions."

Sang Qiqi: “!!!”

It is indeed a perfect match!

Lin Yanluo's status in her mind today is definitely higher than that of Peng Yanjun in the Sixth Hall next door.

"What would you like to drink?" Duan Sui stood up and walked towards the buffet counter, his waistline highlighted by his snow-white shirt. He tilted his head to look at Sang Qiqi and asked, "Coke?"

Sang Qiqi immediately held her face and nodded.

Within two minutes, Duan Sui returned to his seat with two glasses of iced cola. He pushed the iced cola in front of Sang Qiqi and caught a glimpse of Zhang Lin looking at him eagerly. The man asked, "Want some?"

Zhang Lin: “…Yeah.”

Duan Sui raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly unwrapped the straw the waiter brought over, placing it in Sang Qiqi's glass. At the same time, he said to Zhang Lin, "Pour it yourself."

Zhang Lin: “…”

Zhang Lin resigned himself to his fate and stood up and walked towards the beverage buffet. When he came back, Duan Sui personally used a serving chopstick to pick up a lot of dishes for Sang Qiqi and put them in her bowl. Sang Qiqi was eating happily and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being fed.

He looked up at the light above his head and found that strangely, he and the light seemed to have a similar function.

Sang Qiqi had a very satisfying dinner. As she left the hot pot restaurant, she rubbed her bloated stomach and walked back. It took her two full laps to digest some of the food. She sent Zhang Lin back to rest, and Zhang Lin happened to be thinking the same thing. God knows how difficult it must have been for him in that hot pot restaurant. Clearly, Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui hadn't had any intimate contact, but the more she looked at him, the more strange it felt, and the more restless he became.

I always feel like I'm an eyesore.

"Then I'll be leaving first. I'll come early tomorrow to pack and put the stickers on."

After he said that, he disappeared in a flash.

Sang Qiqi muttered, "Is there a ghost chasing me? Why are you running so fast?" She turned back to the main entrance of the funeral service and gave one of the remaining keys to Duan Sui: "Here you go, although you may not need it."

But occasionally when there are outsiders around, you have to carefully open the door with the key from the outside.

Duan Sui responded, took the key, and hung it on a cute little white dog pendant.

The little white dog was making gestures to attract wealth, sticking out its tongue, and its body was plump, looking very cute.

Sang Qiqi took a look and couldn't help but praise: "Your dog is quite interesting."

Duan Sui hooked his finger around the keychain's ring, placed the little white dog in his palm, and asked Sang Qiqi with a smile, "Do you like it? I also have a little orange cat."

With the palm facing up, a little orange cat pendant suddenly appeared on it.

Sang Qiqi understood what he meant, but still pointed to the tip of her nose uncertainly: "Give it to me?"

Duan Sui nodded.

"Then I won't be polite." She took the little orange cat from Duan Sui's hand and examined it for a few seconds. The little orange cat's movements were slightly different from the little white dog's. It stuck its butt out and bared its claws, looking fierce. Sang Qiqi liked it very much. She hung the key up neatly, and the chubby little orange cat swayed in her hand and was carefully put into her pocket.

Reciprocity is the norm. Next time I have to pick something back for Duan Sui.

After entering the room, Sang Qiqi turned on all the lights. Light suddenly poured down from above and fell on Duan Sui's head, casting a shadow on the side of his face, making his facial features look deep and mysterious.

Sang Qiqi poked her head out from in front of the computer screen and confirmed: "Are you sure you can do a live broadcast? If not, you can just be a mute groom nearby."

"I'm fine."

As Duan Sui finished speaking, Sang Qiqi clicked the button to start the live broadcast. As usual, as soon as the news of the broadcast was announced, many people flocked to the live broadcast room.

Sang Qiqi started broadcasting again after a week, which made the audience very happy.

One by one, they entered the live broadcast room excitedly and typed words to say hello. However, when they focused their eyes, what they saw was not the idol they had been thinking about, but a strange but extremely handsome man.

[? ? ? ? ? ]

[Fuck, I haven't seen you for a week. 377, have you changed your sex?!]

[What an amazing technique! I can’t tell she has any female features at all. Her Adam’s apple is very obvious too. So sexy hehe]

[Are your eyes also pulled? But if you're a man, peach blossom eyes are definitely more attractive.]

[Does it look a bit taller? Your head doesn't reach the frame during livestreams. Are you wearing height-increasing shoes?]

[Fuck! What's so good about being a stinky man?! Isn't it better to be a sweet, soft Tyrannosaurus Rex girl?! I'm only interested in you, the pretty one with the poisonous mouth. Woohoo!]

[Baby, if you transition to a man, does that mean your sexual orientation becomes a girl? Look at me, I'm applying to be your girlfriend/starry eyes]

[I have to say he is really handsome, even I, a man, admit it]

[Does Vasadi Kaka Kunka next door have surgery? Can you recommend it? I really need their contact information. / Poor]

Sang Qiqi, who had the rear camera on and was standing in front of the screen, saw the comments clearly: "..."