Twenty minutes later.

Qi Tianlong prepared the props, drove a black hearse, and took the Third Master to Heyun Cemetery, a cemetery under the name of Tianlong Funeral Home.

Heyun Cemetery, backed by Heyun Mountain, is one of the most Feng Shui treasured places in Da Nanzhou.

Throughout the ages, countless dignitaries have been buried here.

However, funerals were no longer allowed in Heyun Mountain at this time.

The Heyun Cemetery, backed by Heyun Mountain, naturally became the most prominent cemetery in Yuncheng.

"Third Master... Why do we have to go to the cemetery to cast a spell?"

Qi Tianlong drove the car and asked cautiously: "Third Master, Heyun Cemetery is a sign under my name, nothing can happen to it..."

"You're too long-winded." The Third Master glared and said, "Without me, you would have been useless long ago. What could go wrong if you dealt with a young boy?"

"Yes... what Third Master said is right." Qi Tian nodded repeatedly and whispered, "Third Master, I still don't understand... why do we have to go to the cemetery? Can't we just find a secluded place?"

"Haha." The Third Master sneered and said calmly, "I didn't even get a hair from Boss Changhong, how can I cast a spell?"

"With only the birth date and horoscope, you must rely on enough Yin energy. The cemetery is full-moon night tonight. The cemetery will be the place with the heaviest Yin energy. You still have a lot to learn."

"I see..." Qi Tianlong seemed to be thinking about something, and said in exaggerated gratitude: "I have learned a lot from you. You are worthy of being called the Third Master! Thank you for your guidance!"

"Yes." The Third Master nodded arrogantly, then glanced at the coffin behind him and asked, "How many days has the person behind been dead?"

"It seems... less than seven days." Qi Tianlong was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Third Master, the customer wants to take this coffin back to his hometown tomorrow. Why are you asking this?"

When asking this question, Qi Tianlong was already half disappointed.

As more branches were built, the main store only had five cars in total, and because it was not suitable for burial today, all of them were sent for maintenance.

There is only one car left, and it is kept in the store because the customer is going to send the deceased back to his hometown tomorrow.

He chose this car because he had a lot of things to carry.

If the Third Master sets his sights on the coffin, we’re doomed!

If you offend customers and your reputation is ruined, how can you do business in the future?

The point is, this is illegal. If you get sued and your previous deeds are exposed, your life will be completely ruined!

Just as he was feeling uneasy, the cold voice of the Third Master rang out:

"Oil refining."

Hearing the sound, Qi Tianlong's heart skipped a beat and he almost lost his direction.

'Gulp.'

Swallowing hard, Qi Tianlong suppressed his fear and said:

"Third Master... the customer of this coffin was recommended by my friend. Today... can we not use corpse oil to summon the dead? I have prepared a straw man for you, as well as a photo of Boss Changhong. If that doesn't work, you can use worms to summon the dead. The person in the coffin must not be touched..."

The Third Master smiled and said meaningfully, "Xiao Qi, I not only want to use the person in the coffin, I also want to use this coffin. This matter is settled. I hope you won't talk nonsense to me anymore."

"But..." Qi Tianlong gritted his teeth and said, "Third Master, if you do this... I can't explain to the customers..."

As soon as the voice fell, the third master's face changed instantly, and he said sternly:

"Explain! Bullshit explanation! You can't understand nice words, right?"

"Do you really think that Changhong Funeral can be easily handled?"

"If I don't give him some tough stuff, I'm afraid it won't have any effect at all. I'm going to use the coffin, corpse oil, and straw man today. Let him feel the feeling of being pierced by thousands of arrows!"

"It's already this late, and you told me it can't be used. Where were you when I asked you to prepare it?"

"Are you deliberately going against me, or are you planning to donate yourself?"

Qi Tianlong quickly freed up one hand to veto: "No, no, no... Third Master, I'm just afraid of being discovered by customers."

"What are you afraid of? Once I'm done with this, just seal the coffin. If a customer asks about it tomorrow, you can just say that today is the birthday of the fortune star and the coffin is sealed to gather wealth. Or just make up any excuse to get away with it. It's not that troublesome!"

"That's... okay."

After hesitating for a moment, Qi Tianlong agreed with the Third Master's opinion and began to concentrate on driving.

Indeed, for someone who runs a funeral home, isn’t it easy to fool people with this kind of thing?

…

at the same time.

In a hotel in South City.

Zhang Fan and others are having dinner.

As a topic generator, Wang Kai led everyone to talk about everything, and the atmosphere of the dinner was very harmonious.

Zhao Feng did not say much, but quietly found the quotation of this restaurant on the Internet and calculated the price using a computer.

After making sure he could afford the meal, he opened his phone and secretly took a photo.

Afterwards, Zhao Feng posted a message on his Moments.

Caption: I’d like to invite my cousin to dinner. Thank you for taking care of me since I was a child!

He posted this status with no other intention, just to simply record his life.

After the upload was successful, Zhao Feng looked at it happily for several times.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong and quickly deleted the post.

Because he took this photo facing Zhao Yong, and Zhao Yong was sitting together with Zhang Fan.

Since today was the first time he invited Zhao Yong to dinner, he was a little excited and ignored Zhang Fan's popularity on the Internet.

After deleting the post, Zhao Feng was still a little nervous.

Although it was deleted quickly, he was not sure if anyone had seen it.

If someone recognizes me as the funeral brother, someone will definitely say that I am showing off.

In fact, Zhao Feng had always known about Zhang Fan’s evil reputation on the Internet, and he also knew what kind of store his cousin worked in.

However, Zhao Yong told him since he was a child that he should be low-key in his life and work, and should not use other people's reputation to benefit himself.

This is also the reason why Zhao Feng seldom talks about Zhao Yong’s work with others.

Moreover, in Zhao Feng's eyes, although Zhang Fan is evil, he may not be as powerful as his cousin.

After refreshing his Moments again and confirming that the photos had been deleted, Zhao Feng took a photo of the food on the table.

However, this time, before he could upload it, the notification sound from the background kept ringing.

Someone took a screenshot of his recent activity and sent it to the work group.

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"screenshot"

"Hey guys, look everyone, who is Master Zhao having dinner with?"

"Oh my god, isn't this Brother Sangzang? Xiao Zhao actually knows Brother Sangzang?"

"@Zhao Feng, Xiao Zhao, is the funeral brother your cousin?"

"I am dying of laughter. Damn, as expected of Master Zhao, he knows how to show off!"

"@Zhao Feng, where did you steal the picture?"

"It's late at night, I can't hold it in any longer. Do you think you deserve to have dinner with Brother Funeral?"

"@Team Leader, aren't you familiar with Brother Sangzang? Can you ask if Brother Sangzang has this cousin?"

Team leader: "Forget it, I chat with Brother Sangsang every day, and he has no younger brother."

"Master Zhao, finish your instant noodles and come back early to clean the toilet, hahahaha!"

"If I'm not mistaken, your cousin is actually sweeping the floor in this restaurant, right? What a useless relative! He's worse off than you!"

"Who are you looking down on? He's Master Zhao Tianshi's cousin, and he's just a waiter after all!"

“…”

Seeing everyone in the work group mocking him, Zhao Feng's face suddenly turned red.

Over the past few days, his self-esteem has suffered a considerable blow.

Of course, what made Zhao Feng most angry was his colleagues' comments on Zhao Yong.

My cousin, who is well-connected, has to work in a funeral home. It’s already unfair enough, but now he is called a waste!

Zhao Feng raised his head and glanced at Zhao Yong, wanting to give up and not respond.

Zhao Feng picked up a mouthful of food, but couldn't swallow it.

After a moment, Zhao Feng came back to his senses.

It’s not that he couldn’t eat, but that he couldn’t swallow this humiliation!

So, he simply picked up his mobile phone, recorded a short video of Zhao Yong and Zhang Fan, and sent it to the work group.

Although Zhang Fan and Zhao Yong saw this, they didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, Zhao Feng's colleagues were unhappy and began to clear Zhang Fan's name.

Zhao Feng: “Video”

Zhao Feng: "The one on the left is my cousin, and the one on the right is the funeral brother. My brother works at Changhong Funeral Home! You two are almost done!"

"Again? Tsk tsk tsk, you're almost there!"

Team leader: "Xiao Zhao, if you steal pictures like this again, I will tell Brother Sangsang!"

"If you say so, then so be it. Do you have any evidence?"

"It's really interesting. I often see people pretending to be a funeral director, but I've never seen anyone pretending to be a cousin of a funeral director's employee."

"\Sweating, @Zhao Feng, if your brother really gets involved with the funeral brother, I will eat my phone."

Zhao Feng: "It's not just a job, it's an employment relationship, a long-term contract, a formal job."

"Contract? Sure, you said you know Brother Funeral, if you can, bring us each a contract tomorrow."

"That's right, bring the funeral contract here tomorrow. Remember, we want it from the main store, and it must be signed by the funeral brother himself."

"\Laughing and crying, if you dare to lead me, I dare to do it! Brother Funeral looks for customers every day, I guess he has a lot of ready-made contracts, right?"

Zhao Feng got excited and replied, "Okay, I'll bring one for each of you tomorrow!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you went to find a printing shop overnight?"

"You won't take the opportunity you've been given, young man..."

“…”

Just when Zhao Feng was worried, Wang Kai looked at him and said, "Xiao Zhao, eat, what are you doing?"

"No... I didn't do anything."

Zhao Feng hesitated, then looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Boss Zhang, I have a few friends who want to see our store's contract. Can I take a few copies away tomorrow?"

"Look at the contract? That means he is a potential customer." Zhang Fan thought for a moment and said:

"No problem. I have printed several boxes of contracts. You can take as many as you want. If we can reach an agreement, I will give you a commission."

"Thank you, Brother Fan." Zhao Feng changed his words and called him Brother, and then continued: "Brother Fan, because they are not locals, they are afraid that I will cheat, so they want you to sign the contract... This..."

"Isn't this just a little water?" Zhang Fan asked without thinking, "How many servings?"

Zhao Feng said nervously, "Twenty-three."

"It's no big deal, just eat. Just ask Brother Kai to get it when you leave tomorrow."

"Thank you, Brother Fan!"

After getting Zhang Fan's consent, Zhao Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This way, I won’t be ridiculed every day while working.

At the same time, Zhao Feng also felt a little regretful. If he hadn't posted that selfie, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

…

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan and the others were full and satisfied.

When leaving the house, Zhao Feng rushed to pay the bill before Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan originally refused, thinking that it would not make sense for employees' families to pay for the trip.

However, Zhao Yong stopped Zhang Fan and wanted Zhao Feng to fulfill his wish today.

Ten minutes later, everyone went back to their homes, and Zhao Feng was taken to the rental house by Zhao Yong.

…

The other side.

Heyun Cemetery.

Qi Tianlong drove into Area C of the cemetery.

Area C is the only area where cars can enter.

He called ahead, evacuated all employees, and shut down surveillance equipment.

After driving the car to the central position of Area C, he began to help San Ye prepare props to punish Zhang Fan!