Zhang Fan really had no sympathy for the tomb robbers.

Look at the tomb robbers, various ancient mazes, and deep-sea palaces, they are all looking for cool stuff.

You're digging up people's ancestral graves everywhere, and you're pretending to be a village acquisition anchor.

It’s too low. If it weren’t for the system task, Zhang Fan wouldn’t even be interested in discussing this order.

However, there is one thing Zhang Fan said that is correct, that is, both of them are making money from dead people.

But Zhang Fan had the consent of his family members. Tomb robbing is pure theft, which is completely different in nature.

After posting the comment, Zhang Fan swiped away.

At this time, Zhao Yong came over with a contract and reported: "Boss, I have something to report to you."

"Well, go ahead."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, and Zhao Yong continued:

"It's about Xiaozhuang's funeral. The chef team that we work with suddenly said they would give us a 50% discount. Also, the wine and beverage supplier directly sent us 50 boxes of Jin Gai Fen Liquor, saying they wanted to test the effect."

"I'm not sure what they mean. They haven't agreed yet. If we discount the dishes in half, they might have to pay for it. And the drinks are too much to use in one meal, and the price is over 20,000 yuan."

"You make up your mind."

Zhao Yong finished speaking in one breath and waited for Zhang Fan's reply.

"So generous all of a sudden?"

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, and involuntarily thought of his past downfalls.

It’s because they don’t have any orders, so the gangs cooperating with the store are more difficult to talk to than each other.

Now that I'm famous on the Internet, everyone is rushing to curry favor with me. It's so realistic.

But this is not anyone else's fault. It's because we haven't had any orders for two and a half years. That's business.

Don’t miss out on free offers.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan smiled and said:

"Take it. As long as they dare to give it to us, we will dare to take it."

"Okay, thank you, boss. I'll continue to prepare."

After getting Zhang Fan's consent, Zhao Yong turned around and continued with the work at hand.

Zhang Fan was still very satisfied with Zhao Yong's behavior this time.

If it were someone else, they might secretly take away the benefits.

…

At the same time, in Yuncheng next to Nancheng.

In a motel.

A man and a woman were lying on the bed defenseless.

The man patted a soft spot and raised his eyebrows, "Why, your husband called you but you didn't go back?"

"I'm not afraid, you're just a piece of trash."

The woman was playing with a jade bracelet in her hand and asked with a smile: "Is this real or fake? Why does it smell like dirt? Could it be freshly dug out?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this kind of joke is not allowed, I paid a lot of money for it!"

The man glanced at him, then picked up his phone and prepared to watch a short video.

However, as soon as he opened the app, he received a frightening prompt.

【Changhong funeral and funeral one-stop service has paid attention to you! 】

"Dig a hole!"

When the man saw the message, he was stunned for a moment, and his pupils dilated unconsciously.

I quickly clicked on the other person’s homepage and took a look.

So many fans?

It really is the funeral brother himself!

Brother, why are you paying attention to me when you have nothing to do?

Just sell your coffin!

If you can't make enough coffins, I can help you dig a few!

Don't pay any fucking attention to me, this is going to cost me my life!

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”

Before the man could come to his senses, messages from the background began to pop up frantically.

“XXX commented on your work!”

“XXX commented on your work!”

“XXX reposted your work!”

Zhang Fan's army of fans rushed to the scene as soon as they discovered that he had new followers.

"Oh my god, it's only been a few minutes and Brother Funeral has already killed two people!"

"Brother, you act too quickly. At least give me some time to prepare!"

"Let me see, what is it this time?"

"Damn it, I do nothing all day but watch the funeral procession!"

"Quick, find the comment by Funeral Brother and hold it up!"

As soon as they saw the work, Zhang Fan's fans looked for his message directly in the comment section, and then quickly liked and commented.

After learning that the blogger was a tomb robber, the netizens lost all their temper.

[Oh, Brother Sangzang is following another tomb robber. He is really enforcing justice! ]

[Shameless tomb robbers, die now! My grandfather's grave was robbed by these conscienceless guys! ]

[Brother, turn yourself in quickly, don't say anything about the village receiving the goods, we can't hide it anymore! ]

[That's right, if you surrender yourself, you may still have a chance of survival, but if you resist, you will just be eaten by the monster! ]

[I wanted to call the police, but I was afraid he would be arrested, so I gave up.]

[Sometimes fortune-telling, sometimes tomb-robbing, the focus of Funeral Brother today is a bit weird. 】

[I also discovered that Brother Funeral is trying to be a dictator in an evil and crooked way! ]

[To eliminate harm for the people, from now on I will be a ten-year-old fan of Funeral Brother! 】

[Brother, have you thought about this? ]

【……】

Looking at the death notices one after another in the live broadcast room, the young man's face turned green.

The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally and the phone almost hit his face.

Who is the funeral brother?

All the people he follows are shocked!

I'm doomed this time!

At this time, the woman next to him saw his terrified face and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so scared?"

The man trembled and said, "I... I'm being followed by Brother Funeral!"

"Who, Funeral Brother?"

The woman widened her eyes in surprise and asked in confusion: "Why did you mess with him when you have nothing to do? Are you looking for death?"

"How dare I mess with him? He's the one paying attention to me!"

The man roared, then covered his head with the quilt, and murmured in despair:

"It's over, it's over. I'm dead. No one can escape Brother Funeral's law of death."

"I'm done. I'm going to die miserably!"

Seeing this scene, the woman suddenly felt a little distressed.

After all, they had been lovers for seven or eight years, he was handsome and had good skills, so she couldn't bear to let him go.

No, we must think of a way.

Changhong Funeral, a weird shop.

Weird... Weird...

This requires exorcism!

After thinking for a moment, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pulled the man over and said:

"Don't be afraid yet!"

"My husband is pretty good at fortune-telling, and he seems to have some skills in exorcising evil spirits. How about... let him help you?"