Three o'clock in the afternoon.

After Zhang Fan and others had a good rest, they drove to the major branches in Yuncheng.

Unexpectedly, the formalities that were just completed yesterday have already been changed to Changhong Funeral Services today.

After Zhang Fan and others arrived, all the employees were extremely excited and expressed their warm welcome to Zhang Fan.

It can be seen that they are very happy to join Changhong.

Every time Zhang Fan visits a store, he will investigate the store's business conditions and check on the health status of the employees.

Fortunately, there were no employees who were about to be fired.

Zhang Fan shopped from morning until seven in the evening and visited almost all the branches.

The 'Changhong Funeral Yuncheng Work Group' he created has more than a thousand members, including cemetery staff and the two suona bands originally hired by Qi Tianlong.

After visiting the branch, Zhang Fan’s schedule for the day came to an end, so he planned to take his employees to experience the special dishes of Yuncheng.

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at the same time.

South city.

As the sky gradually darkened.

The Tianxiazhigong Union's tile-stealing operation began in an orderly manner.

At this time, Bai Xiaotong was leading the union members hiding in an alley on Changhong Street, directly opposite Changhong Funeral Home.

Normally, at seven o'clock, the streets should be busy, not to mention that this is the funeral brother's headquarters.

However, this is a funeral business after all. After dark, few people are willing to come to such a place, not to mention that this is the headquarters of the funeral brother.

And the funeral brother has not been in the store recently, so there are almost no pedestrians nearby.

This gave the members of Tianxiazhi some courage.

Changhong Funeral Services closes at six o'clock, and the store is empty at this time.

The reason why Bai Xiaotong took his men to lie low was, firstly, to observe the situation, and secondly, to plan an action plan.

At this time, he had a topographic map of Changhong Funeral Home in his hand. This was a topographic map he synthesized from videos taken by previous customers of Changhong Funeral Home through big data search.

According to preliminary judgment, we should be 90% sure.

"Look carefully, go in through the door, turn left at the end, this is the warehouse, turn right at the end, this is the funeral brother's office."

"Preliminary judgment is that this tile should be placed in the warehouse, but I feel that this tile is definitely not ordinary and it may also be placed in the funeral brother's office."

"Too many people means too many eyes. This time we will send out 12 people, divided into three groups. Four people will stand guard at the door and the hall. If there is an emergency, everyone will retreat immediately. If you can't retreat, hide. It's getting late, and no one will stay for too long."

"The second route goes to the warehouse, led by me personally, and the third route goes to Brother Funeral's office, led by the vice president."

"Now……"

Before Bai Xiaotong could finish his words, the vice president interrupted and said, "Um... Boss, can you switch places so I can go to the warehouse? Brother Sangzang's office... this place... is too dangerous."

Bai Xiaotong frowned slightly and said earnestly: "Old Fu, don't forget, we all know that you are the toughest person. If you don't go in, who will go in? The survival of our union depends on you alone!"

"Eight characters... Does this thing work? This..." Old Fu hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go, Xiaoyang and Liuzi will come with me."

"That's settled." Bai Xiaotong nodded with satisfaction and continued to make arrangements:

"The first thing that is tying us down now is the lock on the door of Changhong Funeral Home. Our vanguard has already checked it yesterday and found that there is only a metal lock. I have asked all the locksmiths, but no one dares to take the order, so we can only cut it open."

"I've got the scissors ready, who's going?"

"this……"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Bai Xiaotong patted the vice president on the shoulder and said, "Old Fu, this is a matter of life and death for the union, and you are the most powerful..."

"Stop talking, I'm going to do it!"

The vice president took the scissors resolutely.

"action!"

Following Bai Xiaotong's order, the vice president bent his body, quickly crossed the road and came to the gate of Changhong Funeral Home.

However, when he was about to cut the door lock, he found that the door was not locked at all.

"Hiss? Did you forget to lock the door?"

After a moment of hesitation, the vice president gave a gentle push.

“Crunch.”

It turned out to be unlocked.

Without any hesitation, the vice president turned around and threw the scissors into the trash can, then waved to the brothers behind him.

Seeing that the door was ajar, Bai Xiaotong led the members to slowly approach.

Cautiously pushing the door open, everyone filed in, leaving only two handsome guys standing guard at the door.