After receiving the second confirmation from the chairman, the executive immediately stood up and left the office to implement the chairman's instructions.

When the news was passed down from department manager to supervisor and then to employees, everyone was shocked.

They never thought that one day, there would actually be a company in this world that would provide its employees with such benefits... the benefit of booking a funeral!

Of course, many employees inside had already skipped work.

All of this comes from the powerful communication power of the Internet.

The news spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, until almost everyone knew about it.

With Changhong Street as the center, the nearby streets and alleys were packed with people.

Everyone has only one goal, which is to place an order with Changhong Funeral Service.

This strange phenomenon soon alarmed the traffic police.

Even though 80% of the manpower was dispatched to control the situation, the road was still blocked.

Similarly, service personnel at highway intersections feel unprecedented pressure.

The traffic volume today is really too heavy!

Zhang Fan's potential customers include not only elderly people who are taking care of themselves at home, but also many young people who skip work.

…

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

In front of Changhong Funeral Home.

Although the storefront facing the street has been changed to a bigger one, at this moment, the door is already blocked by traffic.

Customers lined up to place orders, stretching from the store entrance to the ends of both sides of the road.

The entire Changhong Street was full of people, with only twenty or thirty cars, and they could not move.

"Why are you cutting in line? Do you have any manners? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

"Nonsense, I came to the funeral home just to be reborn!"

"Brother Funeral, my family buys fireworks, what kind of technology can I give?"

“…”

"Boss, what's going on... why are there so many people?"

"I don't know... let me think about it."

This phenomenon made Zhang Fan and others in the store very confused.

But after serving several customers and learning that they all came for technology, Zhang Fan instantly understood everything.

It turned out that a certain technology that he had sent out had been verified.

From this perspective...it's much more cost-effective than handing it in.

When you hand in your black technology, all you get is honor, money, or security.

But if the orders explode, you’ll have endless money to spend and endless lifespan to save!

At this speed, system tasks can be completed in minutes.

But soon, Zhang Fan was in trouble.

Although his mind was full of black technology, the production drawings in his hands had been used up.

Moreover, more than 80% of customers who come to place orders have made reservations in advance.

Of the remaining 19% who moved their graves, only 1% placed formal orders for funerals, or perhaps even less.

If this continues, it will waste the time of customers who are anxious to hold a funeral.

Moreover, if everyone comes to make a reservation, who knows how long they can survive.

I collect money and provide technology, but I have no idea when I will get the return. It's a complete mess!

But I have already said it. If I go back now, wouldn’t that be destroying my reputation?

"Drip! Drop! Drop!"

Just when Zhang Fan was in danger, dull and warning horns sounded from both sides of the road.

They were people from the South City Security Bureau. More than a dozen motorcycles made their way through the crowd and headed towards the store with difficulty.

Warnings continued to blare from the loudspeaker:

"All vehicles, evacuate Changhong Street immediately! All vehicles, evacuate Changhong Street immediately!"

"Changhong Funeral Home will be closed for rectification this afternoon! Attention everyone: Changhong Funeral Home will be closed for rectification this afternoon!"

“…”

At the funeral parlor, Zhang Fan put on an innocent expression: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, the store doesn't know what the problem is. You guys go back and wait for my news."

"Come on, funeral brother, it's my turn now!"

"Brother Funeral, my dream since childhood has been to become a scientist. I can't live without you!"

“…”

The congestion on Changhong Street has seriously affected traffic in the south city.

Many of those who came to place orders were people who had skipped work in important positions, causing many companies to be paralyzed as a result.

This has already seriously affected the normal operation of South City!

Therefore, the evacuation efforts of the South City Security Bureau this time were very large.

About forty minutes later, the entrance of Changhong Funeral Home was finally empty, and Changhong Street gradually returned to its original state.

There were only about twenty staff members left, guarding the several entrances to Changhong Street.

Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Xiaohui and said:

"How is it going? How many orders have you received?"

"Just over a thousand." Li Xiaohui reported as she looked at the data on the computer: "There are more than 600 people who booked their own funerals, about 400 who moved their graves, and 97 who held proper funerals."

"Enough." Zhang Fan nodded. This was enough to complete the system task.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong and said, "Brother Yong, let's pick a time and do it together."

"No need to look at it. Today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, all three days are suitable." Zhao Yong replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jun walked into the store with a surprised look on his face: "Brother Zhang Fan, what's going on? Why are so many people suddenly placing orders with you?"

"Brother Liu, when did you become a traffic policeman?" Zhang Fan asked.

"What? I'm here to investigate the situation." Liu Jun shook his head slightly and continued, "The technologies you sent out, weren't they the ones you called yesterday and said you were going to hand over to the Dragon Science Institute?"

"Yes." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Ah? Are you serious?"

Liu Jun was shocked, his eyes widened, and he was silent for a long time, then said, "Forget it... After all, it's your stuff and I can't decide for sure."

"But... there is something I want you to cooperate with."

Zhang Fan nodded and said, "You tell me, I'll see what happens."

"Let's stop the reservation for now, otherwise the impact will be too great." Liu Jun frowned.

"Hmm..." Zhang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking. It would be even better if you could help me issue a statement."

"That's no problem." Liu Jun nodded readily, and suddenly thought of something, and said:

"By the way, Brother Zhang Fan, Xiaohui and I went there specifically for the matter you told me this morning."

"The criminal must be a seasoned veteran. There were no traces left at the scene. However... we expanded the search area and found a body in a cave. An autopsy is currently underway."

"But based on my inference from his nasal cavity, he might have choked to death. There are obvious signs of burning at the entrance of the cave. Maybe you know this person?"

"I know him?" Zhang Fan asked puzzledly, "Who?"

"Wu Yulong, the anchor you followed yesterday, but after preliminary investigation, it has nothing to do with you." Liu Jun explained.

"It seems that this tomb robber... is someone else..."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and said, "Brother Liu, I hope you can pay more attention to this matter. I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"Don't worry, I have a meeting soon and I have to go back first. Remember to close the door this afternoon."

Liu Jun nodded and then hurriedly left the scene.

…

at the same time.

Nancheng Security Bureau, Xiaoshan Office.

"Leader, do you mean that even people from the Dragon Academy cannot get close to Zhang Fan?"

Xiao Shan frowned. Sitting in front of him was the thin man, the mysterious man who was photographed directly from above and was responsible for investigating the death of Gong Dashan.

"That's right."

The man nodded slightly, squinted his eyes and said:

"I don't care how much technology Zhang Fan has sent out, but from now on, no one can investigate Zhang Fan without my permission, let alone summon him. It's best not to even get close to him."

"Compared to what I discovered, these technologies are nothing."

"But..." Xiao Shan looked thoughtful and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid I don't have enough authority at some levels."

"Just take care of your people. I will notify other departments." The man waved his hand and said, "You can leave first."

"good."

Xiao Shan nodded, and when he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Um... I'd like to ask, where have you found it now?"

"There are issues with the employees of Changhong Funeral Home. I am not in a position to disclose other issues."

"Staff...Okay, I get it."

…

On the other side, an office of Longke Institute.

“Snap! Snap!”

Professor Li slapped himself twice.

"I'm really out of my mind! I didn't even take the ready-made technology that was donated to me for free!"

"Hey, Lao Li, it's not your fault. Who would have thought...he, a funeral home owner, could know so much."

The bald professor smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't you give him a call and ask?"

"No." Professor Li shook his head and said, "I just received a message from the dean. From now on, no one can contact Zhang Fan by phone, let alone ask the local authorities to assist in the investigation."

"This... this... how could this happen?" The bald professor was very puzzled: "Why would the dean give such an order? Isn't he tempted?"

"Where is he? I'll go talk to him!"

"Now... I should be on the plane."

"The plane to South City?"

"What else?"