"What the hell is going on?!"

The team leader's eyes suddenly widened and he ran towards another employee.

[User 'Changhong Funeral and Funeral One-stop Service ID1444' followed user '天下知—六子IDxxxx']

[User 'Changhong Funeral and Funeral One-stop Service ID1444' followed user '天下知—小龙IDxxxx']

【user……】

Lines of data popped up on the screen, and the head of the audit team was stunned.

In just a short period of time, Brother Sangsang followed more than thirty people!

After a moment of hesitation, the team leader said in confusion:

"No... didn't I tell you not to push marketing videos to him?!"

"Didn't the manager tell him to recommend niche videos? Why did Funeral Brother get so many followers all of a sudden?"

"Team leader... this... Brother Funeral is all about search, we can't stop him from using the search function, right?" The employee explained, and then guessed:

“Boss, everyone knows about this group of people. They won’t provoke Brother Sangzang, right?”

"Otherwise, why would Brother Sangzang suddenly pay attention to so many people?"

"Boss, should we do something?"

The employees asked questions one after another, and the audit team leader shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's see their luck... Tianxia knows that they may not be able to..."

"These unlucky guys, they can use anyone else's traffic, but they have to use Sangzang Brother's traffic, and it's black traffic, they are asking for trouble."

The employee said with some concern: "But Boss, if we don't care, with Tianxiazhi's influence on the Internet, I'm afraid there will be a big uproar."

"I'll report this to the higher-ups. If that doesn't work, I'll just block their accounts..."

"Boss, please go quickly. I can't stand it any longer."

…

Changhong Funeral Home.

Zhang Fan was looking for the people from Tian Xia Zhi to argue with them, but the backstage of Dou Ying seemed to be going crazy today.

Under normal circumstances, I don’t know if I will receive a push notification in a day.

But just now, there were an average of four or five random videos pushed per minute, as if I was afraid that I wouldn't click on them.

"Forget it, let's stop here for today's rectification. It would be impolite to continue paying attention to it."

Bombarded with information, Zhang Fan no longer had the mood to search any further.

Although his attention is mediocre, his weird personality on the Internet can definitely make these marketing accounts restrain themselves.

“Huh~”

After exiting the search bar, Zhang Fan planned to clean up the junk information. A bank transfer message caught his attention:

"Your bank card with the last digit 4414...current balance is 1,00,10,00,00 yuan."

"Oh? Xuanmen... is pretty reliable."

Zhang Fan quickly figured out the source of such a large remittance.

Including the money given by Longke Institute, I now have 100 million yuan in this bank card.

During this period of time, I performed funerals for customers and the system also gave me a lot of cash back, a total of 30 million.

In addition to these, he also has a special fund of 85 million for funerals.

Now I can be said to be rich.

Even if I close the door now and abandon the system, I can still live happily for more than two thousand years. It would be so cool.

At this moment, money is just a number in Zhang Fan's eyes.

Of course, the longer the string of numbers, the better.

Even though it's more than 100 million, it may not be enough to spend if you really spend it.

After all, Zhang Fan is in the funeral business, and if he wants to make it bigger and stronger, investment is essential.

Especially the cemetery development. As far as he knows, the total allocation for the newly built cemetery in Nancheng some time ago was more than 500 million yuan.

So, you can complain about life being too long, but you can never complain about having too little money.

Just as Zhang Fan was deep in thought, his cell phone rang. It was an unknown number.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Fan pressed the answer button.

A very sweet voice came from the other end of the phone. It was someone from Yuncheng official.

The general meaning is that Tianlong Funeral Home is not doing well and the cemetery cannot operate normally, so they are now looking for Zhang Fan to take over.

If Zhang Fan is willing to take over, Yuncheng will allocate a special fund for initial support.

Zhang Fan naturally agreed happily and made an appointment to go there tomorrow morning to handle the formalities.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan looked at the time and it was already half past four.

After leaving the office, Zhang Fan conveyed the news to several employees:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Tianlong Funeral Industry will belong to Changhong tomorrow. I plan to send someone to Daoyun City to manage it. Who among you is interested?"

"Boss, I can't do that. I have to go back to Zhaojiazhuang at any time." Zhao Yong shook his head.

"I can't go at all. I still feel it's more prestigious to stay in the main store." Wang Kai didn't want to go either.

"What about you?" Zhang Fan looked at Li Xiaohui and said.

"I can't do that either. I'm in South City and have children to take care of." Li Xiaohui waved her hands quickly.

As for the child he mentioned, no one in the store has seen him yet.

"You all have to go... Yuncheng has to send a reliable person." Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked at Wang Teng and said:

"Wang Teng, how about you go?"

"This... Boss, I don't want to go either." Wang Teng shook his head, hesitating to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Teng spoke again: "Boss, let me tell you the truth. Last night, my mother came to me in a dream again. She said that I might get a promotion soon and told me not to go because the place I'm going to is dangerous."

"Danger, you mean Yuncheng?" Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and Zhao Yong and Wang Kai looked at him at the same time.

“Yes.” Wang Teng nodded and said, “I can’t remember exactly what he said, but the general meaning was that there was something terrifying in Yuncheng that wanted to kill the employees in our store.”

"This... your dream... hiss..."

After Wang Teng finished saying this, Zhang Fan and the other two all frowned.

Even if the person who said this was a heavenly master, they would not take it seriously.

But Wang Teng not only has accurate dreams, but also has a "prophetic star" in his horoscope. His dreams cannot be ignored...

Because he didn't rely on any special ability to calculate it, but was directly notified of the answer.

"What kind of horrible things could exist in Yuncheng..."

Zhang Fan hesitated and frowned, saying, "How about this, I'll go sign the contract tomorrow and see if Wang Teng can dream about anything else tonight."

"Ah this... Boss, is this thing controllable?" Wang Teng said in surprise.

"Nothing is out of control, leave it to me." Wang Kai shook his head.

"That's settled then!"

“…”

at the same time.

On the road less than 1 km away from Vientiane Game Company.

Boom boom boom

A handsome guy was driving an off-road vehicle, with the accelerator almost pressing into the fuel tank.