"When did it happen?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, already having a guess in his mind.

Someone live-streamed a grave being disturbed last night, and this morning it was discovered that the grave had been robbed.

This kid from the circus... is he so unwilling to listen to advice?

Or did someone find out through the live broadcast that the person was their customer and deliberately caused trouble?

The fat uncle thought for a while and said:

"I don't know when it happened, but when Master Zhao and I went there this morning, we found signs of digging up the grave. I followed Master Zhao's instructions and started digging up the grave after burning paper and praying. Then I found that my father's urn was gone."

"Urn? Wait a minute." Zhang Fan interrupted, "Wasn't your father buried in the ground? No coffin?"

“No… I originally planned to bury him in a cemetery. I had already chosen a grave, but then something went wrong with my funding chain… so I changed the location to the back mountain.” The fat uncle said ashamedly.

Zhang Fan asked, "The urn is lost, so what about the other things?"

"The rest... just some old clothes and a few bottles of my father's favorite wine, but they're gone." The fat uncle hesitated.

"Have you called the police?" Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong and asked.

"I have reported it." Zhao Yong nodded and said, "But from what the leaders said, it's not easy to catch him."

“Not easy to catch…”

Muttering something, Zhang Fan looked at the fat uncle and said:

"Mr. Ye, don't worry. Since you chose to place an order with Changhong Funeral Home, I will definitely move your uncle's grave to the right place. Even if the ashes are scattered, I will still find them back for you one by one!"

Zhang Fanyi solemnly promised that he wanted to make Changhong Funeral Home a nationwide funeral home.

However, the funeral industry has been developing for so many years. If you want to surpass others in reputation, it is difficult to achieve it by price alone. You must find another way.

For example, you can get free high-tech when you place an order, or three years of anti-tomb robbery insurance when you are buried.

The reason why Zhang Fan has such confidence comes entirely from a biological expert in Iceland.

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the fat uncle immediately looked grateful. Although he knew that searching for ashes one by one was an exaggeration, he still nodded and thanked him:

"Boss Zhang, your store's attitude is really great, but no matter what, the responsibility does not lie with you. If you can help me find the ashes, I would be very grateful!"

"Of course." Zhang Fan nodded and asked, "By the way, Mr. Ye, what is your occupation?"

"Profession?"

The fat uncle didn't expect Zhang Fan to ask this question. After a pause, he said truthfully: "Boss Zhang, I opened a small fire prevention company."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a small workshop that is mainly responsible for installing fire-proof tools for supermarkets, shopping malls, and restaurants. We produce things like fire doors, fire shutters, fire putty, and fire plastics."

"Fireproof material... Got it."

Zhang Fan nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Have you produced that 'Star Rock'?"

"Xingyan?!"

Hearing these two words, the fat uncle was obviously excited for a moment, but soon became dim:

"Boss Zhang, you think too highly of me. If I could master the formula and production process of Star Rock, I wouldn't be living like this now."

"Oh? Is Xingyan very powerful?"

Zhang Fan looked puzzled. This fireproof material was just something he randomly came up with in his mind.

"Of course!"

The fat uncle nodded vigorously. When he said this, there seemed to be light in his eyes: "Star rock fireproof paint has been specially studied by scientists. It can withstand laser shock waves exceeding 10,000 degrees, not to mention flames!"

"This thing called Xingyan can change the world in any industry!"

"This is a genius invention. It's a pity that the creator took the formula to the grave. Even his children don't know about it. What a pity... What a pity..."

"But I heard that the original creator's daughter later published the formula, and someone successfully copied it. The end result was that this thing was not practical. But I always feel that they didn't find the real formula."

After the explanation, the fat uncle's face was full of regret.

Zhang Fan also gained a better understanding of the material called star rock.

However, the Star Rock that Zhang Fan mentioned seemed to be different from the Star Rock that the fat uncle mentioned.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said, "I can teach you the formula and production process of Xingyan. It can be regarded as a feedback from Changhong Funeral to its users."

"Ah? You?"

As soon as these words came out, the fat uncle subconsciously widened his eyes, and then waved his hand and said:

"Boss Zhang, please stop joking. Xingyan, this recipe has long been lost."

The fat uncle spoke in a firm tone, but Zhang Fan pretended not to hear him. He picked up a pen and paper and started writing quickly.

Soon, an A4 paper was filled.

Zhang Fan handed it to the fat uncle and said, "If you trust me, take it back and try it."

"this……"

Looking at the A4 paper in his hand, the fat uncle was stunned.

No...are you serious?

Although the owner of a funeral shop is a bit weird, he is a professional after all.

You may not even be able to master ordinary fireproof materials, let alone... the legendary star rock.

Seeing the fat uncle's reaction, Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Don't you believe it?"

"Believe it! Why not believe it? I'll go back and try it now!"

The fat uncle nodded. Can an experiment make people poor?

"Slow down."

Taking the recipe given by Zhang Fan, the fat uncle turned around and left the funeral home.

Although there are a lot of expensive materials involved, it would only be useful if it were just a slightly higher level experiment.

You can grit your teeth and give it a try, just to give face to Brother Funeral!

With this idea in mind, the fat uncle went straight to the materials market.

Of course, the motivation for this trip mainly comes from Xingyan.

…

After the fat uncle left, Zhang Fan asked about the progress of the order in the group. After making sure there was no problem, he called Liu Jun.

I would like to ask Liu Jun if he can help speed up the process of finding the tomb robbers.

After listening to Zhang Fan's words, Liu Jun agreed on the spot and said that he and Li Shaohui would handle the matter.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan looked at the time.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Several orders for grave relocation have been completed, and another customer came to the store.

The customer was very straightforward. After a brief inquiry, he placed an order for the deluxe package on the spot.

As usual, Zhang Fan asked the other party about his occupation.

"Semiconductor executive? No wonder you are so generous. You are really filial. I have a set of 0.7nm lithography machine production drawings. I give them to you. This is Changhong Funeral Home's feedback to its customers."

After learning about the other party's occupation, Zhang Fan directly carried out a stack of drawings from the office.

He didn't expect that things would happen so coincidentally. He had just printed a stack of papers in the morning and now he was using them.

Although this technology is amazing, as long as it is given by the system, isn’t it just for the purpose of boosting your sales?

So, we have to make reasonable use of these things.

I really don't know what kind of cerebral palsy requirement this is.

After receiving the drawings from Zhang Fan, the executive's gaze towards Zhang Fan changed instantly, as if he was looking at a fool.

It's crazy. It's absolutely crazy.

Do you know what 0.7nm lithography machine means?

Do you know what the specifications of the world's most advanced lithography machine are?

Did you know that lithography machines have their limits?

Funeral home... talking to me about this... it's really outrageous.

He was full of contempt in his heart, but due to Zhang Fan's personality, the executive still carried the production drawing away with a smile and put it in the trunk under Zhang Fan's gaze.

He didn't even look at it.

Similarly, Zhao Yong was also very confused about Zhang Fan's actions, but he did not ask.

…

Half past ten.

The fat uncle carried a backpack and came to a fire-proof material testing agency called "Nancheng Flame Retardant" with full confidence.

Not long ago, he successfully developed a batch of white fire retardant coatings according to Zhang Fan's formula and tutorial.

He wasn't sure if it was Xingyan.

But the testing tools in the store can't damage this material at all.

This suddenly gave rise to a bold idea in his mind.

The long-lost star rock might have actually been made by him!

…

Twenty minutes later, the uncle did not receive any notification from the staff, but instead received two policemen.

He was arranged.

The police just asked a few simple questions and then suggested going to the fat uncle's production base to take a look.

This made the fat uncle panic instantly.

What the hell...Isn't it that Boss Zhang is cheating me?

Could it be that...what I just did was some contraband?

White...could it be that thing?

That shouldn't be the case. That thing isn't fire-resistant...

…

Fifteen minutes later, the fat uncle brought the police to his small workshop.

An old man with white hair got out of the police car.

Looking at the environment in the workshop, the three of them were all shocked.

The old man was incredulous: "You are the one who produced the super flame retardant material in this environment?!"

"I didn't... It wasn't me... Wait, flame retardant material." The fat uncle hesitated and said, "You mean... the material I just tested was successful?"

"Of course." The old man nodded. The fat uncle's strange reaction aroused his suspicion, and he asked in confusion:

"Didn't you invent that material just now?"

"Of course it wasn't me." The fat uncle didn't make a false claim and said truthfully, "It was the owner of a funeral home who gave me the formula."

"What?"

"Mortal shop owner, are you kidding me?"

The old man looked shocked. It was obvious that the fat uncle's words were too trifling in his eyes.

"No." The fat uncle shook his head and said, "It's Changhong Funeral in Nancheng. Now as long as you place an order with him, you can get a technology based on your occupation."

"Changhong Funeral Home... a funeral home... can invent something like this?"