Changhong Funeral Home.

Zhang Fan had just seen Liu Jun and others off when a young man walked into the store.

Because he had just gotten to know him recently, Zhang Fan recognized at a glance that this was the famous star Qin Shaoyu.

He was holding a hat and a mask in his hands, which he had just taken off not long ago for fear of being thrown away by passers-by.

After taking a look, Zhang Fan ignored her. The front desk was staffed by its own staff, so there was no need for him to approach and chat with her.

However, Qin Shaoyu looked directly at Zhang Fan and said with a smile: "Brother Funeral, I'm here to sign the contract."

A slightly smiling voice sounded, and Zhang Fan and the others all frowned slightly. Qin Shaoyu was about to step forward, but Li Xiaohui interrupted him and said:

"Sir, please come over here for consultation."

hehe.

Qin Shaoyu smiled.

It is true that when you are famous you are prone to gossip. Even the employees of Changhong Funeral Service are his fans.

I just walked in and I couldn't wait to meet you.

Forget it, give Brother Funeral some face.

After thinking for a while, Qin Shaoyu turned and walked to the front desk. Just as he was about to speak, Li Xiaohui had already placed the contract on the table:

"Mr. Qin, right? The contract has been prepared for you."

"Ah?" Qin Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, it's me, but..."

"Sir, just sign here and scan the code to pay the deposit."

Li Xiaohui's cold voice sounded, and Qin Shaoyu was confused for a moment, and even a little unable to accept it.

After all, I am a top-tier celebrity admired by thousands of people, so why can't I feel any enthusiasm at all?

Besides, even if I am an ordinary person, I am also a customer today, right?

Is this how you treat your customers?

Are you, the funeral brother, so arrogant?

Am I overthinking it?

Or does Brother Funeral have no shortage of orders now?

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shaoyu took the carbon pen from Li Xiaohui, and then signed the contract while saying:

"Well... my parents are old, and I want to prepare for their funeral in advance. After all, I don't know which will come first, the accident or tomorrow."

"Just think of it as showing filial piety."

"But as for the funeral, I want to control the details. Can I talk to your boss?"

"I understand what you mean." Li Xiaohui nodded slightly and said, "If you want to know anything, you can talk to me. Our boss's business ability is actually average."

Qin Shaoyu looked up at Li Xiaohui with some surprise.

You call this average business ability?

This is obviously an excuse!

No... I just want to find the funeral brother to confirm whether I am really spared from death. Is it that difficult?

You won't even let me say a word?

You really don't take me, Qin Shaoyu, seriously!

Thinking of this, Qin Shaoyu's face became a little unhappy, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided to endure it and give up.

Forget it, just be patient and keep calm, and be steady.

In order to be able to talk to Zhang Fan later, Qin Shaoyu continued Li Xiaohui's words and talked about his parents' funeral.

"My parents are both relatively low-key people, so for the funeral, I plan... it would be best if..."

"I understand, but now..."

"You're right, but I still think that funerals should follow ancient customs..."

"That's fine, we just happen to have..."

“…”

In this way, Qin Shaoyu gritted his teeth and talked with Li Xiaohui for more than half an hour.

In the end, I still couldn't find a chance to talk to Zhang Fan.

Every time he proposed to look for Zhang Fan, Li Xiaohui would always find an excuse to stop him.

And now, Zhang Fan has returned to the office.

Qin Shaoyu was immediately furious. He glanced at Li Xiaohui and said unhappily, "Take the contract and sign it now!"

"Yes sir."

After signing the contract and paying the deposit, Qin Shaoyu walked out of the funeral home with a depressed look on his face.

Wear a mask and a hat and take a special car back to the hotel.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Fan walked out of the office, looked at Zhao Yong and said:

"Brother Yong, I just discovered that Qin Shaoyu and Ye Xiaoshan's parent palaces are very similar, almost identical. Is this phenomenon... common in the aspect?"

Although he inherited some memories, Zhang Fan had almost no mastery of them at this time, so he had to ask Zhao Yong to verify his conjecture.

"Yes, it's exactly the same." Zhao Yong nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"In fact, Qin Shaoyu and Ye Xiaoshan are brothers. He was able to have a wealthy family by selling his brother."

“I see…”

Zhang Fan murmured something. In fact, he also had such a guess, but his skills were not good enough to come to a conclusion.

At this time, Zhao Yong's voice sounded again: "Their parents' palaces are dim and have a tendency to collapse. Qin's father and mother will not live long."

"Really? Why didn't I notice it?" Zhang Fan asked puzzled.

Zhao Yong explained: "It's normal. If nothing unexpected happens, this phenomenon only occurred after Ye Jinshan passed away. It's difficult for beginners to detect it."

"So... that's actually somewhat related."

Zhang Fan looked at Wang Kai thoughtfully and said, "Brother Kai, do you have the ability to change your fate?"

“It’s just a trifle.” Wang Kai said in a daze: “I vaguely remember that the elders in my family directly drew circles on the map.”

“Uh…” Zhang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly and he said, “Then you…really deserve to die…”

"Oh, actually you guys are not as shady as you think." Wang Kai shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about this. Actually, the few orders we signed today are not a loss."

"That's true."

Zhang Fan nodded, glanced at the time and said, "It's time. Let's go eat. Brother Yong and I will go to the newly acquired cemetery this afternoon."

“…”

At twelve o'clock, Zhang Fan and a group of employees had a meal near the store.

Without taking a lunch break, Zhang Fan took Zhao Yong to the cemetery to check.

The funeral of those customers from Yejia Village will be held in a few days.

There were twenty-nine orders, and the total revenue was less than ten thousand yuan.

If you use this little money to choose a cemetery that is too good, you will suffer a huge loss.

…

The other side.

Inside the imperial villa.

After Qin's father assigned all the ideas of stopping to his subordinates, he prepared to have a good rest for a day.

However, the email he received on his mobile phone made him very angry.

"Rebellious son! Rebellious son!"

"Come quickly and see what this rebellious son has done!"

"Tell him to get back here right now, and don't hold this concert!"

"Old Qin, don't worry." Qin's mother also received the email and stepped forward to comfort him:

"The Changhong Funeral Shop is very popular on the Internet. Recently, there was a death-free event. Shao Yu should be thinking about us. Besides, if you ask him to come back now, he won't agree."

"unlucky!"

Father Qin interrupted, "What a bullshit Changhong funeral, it's just a trick left over by that gang, it will be cleaned up by Xuanmen sooner or later!"

"Have Xiao Wu book a ticket for me right now. I will go to South City myself and bring that brat back!"

…

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The stage for Qin Shaoyu’s concert was successfully built.

After the workers gradually removed the surrounding cover, a brand new shoddy construction project was exposed.

This is a semi-open-air concert. In addition to the stage, there is also a large area of ​​auditorium outside.

Except for the close-range inner field where tickets are required to enter, everyone outside the circle can watch freely. This was also a last-minute decision made by Qin Shaoyu's agent.

Because the incident happened suddenly, even scalpers were reluctant to get involved in ticket sales. It would be embarrassing if the tickets were not sold out, so some passers-by were needed to support the event.

Because the incident happened suddenly, the stage construction was not very perfect.

The most important thing is the site selection.

Because no location was found in advance and construction could not start casually, the site chosen was backed by an abandoned hospital that was about to be demolished.

However, after Shao Yu Media spent a huge amount of money to build it, the environment on site was quite good.

The main building of the hospital was covered with concert posters from top to bottom, and with the large screen behind the stage, it was almost unnoticeable when standing in the audience.

They had already hired people to clean and decorate the surrounding roads.

Although the place is remote, it does not affect the concert.

Of course, in order to leave no room for words, Shao Yu Media has this time put a label of 'supporting the medical industry' and stated on the Internet that it has the idea of ​​renovating it and holding regular charity clinics.

This idea quickly gained support from the majority of netizens.

Qin Shaoyu's fans don't care about the location of the concert.

That afternoon, the topic of Qin Shaoyu's Nancheng concert swept the entire Nancheng.

Five thousand limited edition sect tickets were sold out in an instant.

The area outside the concert fence was already filled with enthusiastic fans.

It turns out that the remote location does not affect fans' pursuit.

"Are you guys here to see Shao Yu's concert too?"

"Yes, it's this venue. It's so crudely built. So disappointing."

"Don't be disappointed, sister. Didn't you read the statement from Shao Yu's studio? Shao Yu is planning to do medical charity work. This money is probably saved from this. We are also doing charity work in disguise!"

"Oh my god, Shao Yu is so kind. Look at the number of sects this time. It's several times less than last time! The price is also cheaper. I guess he's trying to apologize to the fans!"

"Shao Yu is simply losing money by holding a concert just for the fans!"

"Oh? He's really, so thin, it makes me cry!"

“Woo woo woo~”

A young surfer passing by heard the discussion and made a joke.

Unexpectedly, some people actually cried, and there were quite a few of them. The young man was so scared that he ran away immediately, with a look of surprise on his face, "Is it really that small? Slip away."

…

6pm.

There is still an hour and a half before Qin Shaoyu's concert starts.

Yang’s Internet Addiction Treatment Center.

A staff member looked at Yang Yong who looked hurried and asked, "Director Yang, why are you going home so early today?"

"Yes, something happened." Dean Yang nodded slightly and then left in a hurry.

"By the way, Dean Yang, I heard that a big star is going to hold a concert on the land where you live. Can you rest well tonight? Or do you want to come to my house?"

The staff asked again, but Director Yang ignored him and quickly left the Internet addiction treatment center, riding his old bicycle and heading to his residence.

Over the years, Director Yan has made a lot of money by running an Internet addiction treatment center.

But he didn't care about money at all and devoted himself to electrotherapy.

Unable to afford to buy a car, he rode the bicycle he used in junior high school and repaired it repeatedly.

Unable to afford renting or buying a house, he lived in an abandoned hospital, where he felt comfortable as no one disturbed him.

The abandoned hospital is where he often broadcasts live, and it is also where he studies electrotherapy equipment.

Although the hospital has lost power, this has not affected his use of the generator.

With five adjustable levels and a voltage of 35V, there is no need to worry about electric shock accidents.

The abandoned hospital is his residence and also his holy place.