Mo Lin was stunned. It turned out that this was Wang Qimin's purpose for finding him.
"Manager Wang, I just finished dealing with a supernatural incident and I'm a little tired, so I won't go!" Mo Lin declined politely: "Besides, I'm not short of money now."
Wang Qimin on the other side of the phone listened to Mo Lin's words and was silent for a while. Finally, he begged Mo Lin: "Brother, to be honest, although the funeral parlor industry has good wages and benefits, no one is willing to do this. OK."
"Ordinary people in this industry need to bear a lot of pressure. It's almost the end of the year. The few employees have gone home for the New Year. No amount of overtime pay can keep them."
"I'm really short of people here. Little brother, please come over and work for a few days. It can also be considered as doing Wang a favor." Wang Qimin said.
Mo Lin asked back: "Then do you think I don't need to celebrate the New Year?"
"This...how about this? How about you come work for me and resign three days before New Year's Eve?" Wang Qimin was afraid that Mo Lin would not agree, so he added: "The salary is one thousand a day!"
After hearing this, Mo Lin finally felt a little relieved. As he said, no one has trouble with money.
He calculated that it was now three days before New Year's Eve as Wang Qimin said, which was only eight days. One thousand yuan per day, eight thousand yuan in eight days!
I'm afraid even office white-collar workers don't claim to be paid a thousand dollars for one day's work!
In this way, it seems that no matter what, I am not at a loss.
"Well, since Manager Wang sincerely invites you, then I'd better obey him respectfully." Mo Lin said: "I also ask Manager Wang to keep his promise, one thousand yuan a day, and it must be paid every day!"
"Haha, okay, okay, money is not an issue!"
After hanging up the phone, Mo Lin sighed. He felt the same as Ming Jing.
Wang Qimin is a typical businessman. Businessmen never let themselves suffer losses when doing things.
He can give Molin a salary of one thousand a day, which means it must be another difficult matter.
But Mo Lin thought about it carefully, didn't he rely on this bowl of rice?
He simply agreed to Wang Qimin.
Mo Lin shook Qi Mingzhi and Zhang Xiaoyu beside him and said, "Old Qi, Xiaoyu, I have one step ahead, you can continue playing."
"You have something to do, so go ahead and get busy."
They said a few words casually and then closed their eyes again.
Seeing the two of them acting like bears, Mo Lin helplessly shook her head.
He walked out of the Internet cafe, took a taxi, and said to the driver: "Go to Anlingshan Funeral Home."
About an hour later, Mo Lin arrived at Anlingshan Funeral Home.
As soon as he got out of the car, the smell of incense hit his face.
This place is no different from other funeral parlors, filled with incense and the smell of the dead all year round.
People coming and going either come to pay homage to their deceased relatives, or their relatives have just passed away and come here to have their bodies cremated.
Mo Lin followed the location mentioned on Wang Qimin's phone call and came to an office door and knocked on the door.
"The door is unlocked, please come in!"
Mo Lin opened the door and saw Wang Qimin wearing a suit and leather shoes, sitting in this elegant office.
When Wang Qimin saw that it was Mo Lin who was coming, he hurriedly stood up to greet him and said with a smile: "It's little brother Mo! You're here."
When Wang Qimin saw Mo Lin, he was smiling from ear to ear. He originally wanted to say a few more polite words, but Mo Lin had no expression on his face and said it lightly.
"Manager Wang, let's talk directly, what do you want me to do?"
Wang Qimin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mo Lin to be so direct. He said with a smile: "Since Brother Mo is so quick to talk, I won't say those polite words."
"Let me first briefly introduce our Anlingshan Funeral Home." Wang Qimin said: "Our Anlingshan Funeral Home is the largest funeral home in Hanzhong Province."
"This mountain top is our territory. Not only can we cremate corpses, we can also store ashes and preserve remains for a long time. There is also a large cemetery..."
Wang Qimin talked nonstop for more than ten minutes, saying nothing more than: This place is very big!
After listening, Mo Lin said: "Manager Wang, I know everything about the situation here. Now let's talk about what I am here to do, right?"
"Burning corpses is a technical job, and you have to be good at selling cemeteries. Others are laborious jobs, which are not suitable for you." Wang Qimin thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and said: "Brother Mo is new here and is not familiar with it, so why not go Become the administrator of the underground morgue in the east!"
Mo Lin nodded and said, "I obey your arrangement."
"Okay, without further ado, I will take you to see the environment now."
With that said, Wang Qimin took Mo Lin to the east. After walking for about twenty minutes, they stopped in a place similar to an underground parking lot.
Wang Qimin pointed here and said: "This is where our funeral parlor stores corpses. Generally, corpses brought back from outside will be sent here."
"Your job is to guard this place, wait for the family of the deceased to get the cremation certificate, and hand the body over to the master of the incinerator."
Maureen nodded and listened silently.
Wang Qimin continued: "In addition, the administrator here is Master Liu, who is in his fifties, but he will be on annual leave the day after tomorrow. I will find a way to find a few more people to help you."
"Manager Wang, why are you here?"
At this time, a deep and old voice sounded behind them.
Mo Lin looked back and saw an old man with white hair, skinny bones and a hunched body.
"Master Liu! You are really talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!" Wang Qimin introduced with a smile: "This is the Liu Bingcheng I just mentioned, Master Liu."
"Master Liu, this is Mo Lin. You can go home for annual leave the day after tomorrow. Brother Mo will take over your work."
Liu Bingcheng nodded and looked at Mo Lin with deep eyes. He held Mo Lin's hand and said, "Young man, ordinary people can't do this job. Are you sure you've thought about it?"
Mo Lin looked at the old man's pale face and said calmly: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely be qualified for the job here."
"You are so confident, are you sure you have thought about it?"
"Well, I've thought about it."
"Okay, you can stay for now!" Liu Bingcheng said, "I will observe you for two days. If you want to regret it, just take advantage of these two days. Don't let the old man drag me over to clean up the mess when I am on vacation."
Wang Qimin laughed dryly. As a businessman, he didn't know that Liu Bingcheng seemed to be talking about Mo Lin, but in fact he was talking to himself.
After all, in Liu Bingcheng's eyes, Mo Lin is just a child who is not familiar with the world. Wang Qimin found countless children like Mo Lin before. They all came to satisfy curiosity and seek excitement. In the end, no one really keep on.
Wang Qimin said: "Master Liu, I still have something to do and I have to take a step first. I'll leave the rest to you to tell Mo Lin."
Liu Bingcheng waved his hand and said: "Let's go, let's go. Next time, please find a more mature person to come over. Why don't you find a child to call you?"
"Maureen, come down with me!"
After saying that, Liu Bingcheng walked at the front without hesitation, and Mo Lin followed Liu Bingcheng without hesitation.
Liu Bingcheng said: "This underground morgue has four floors. The first floor is for us administrators. There are many empty rooms. You can choose one to live in later."
"The second floor is the utility room, which contains all kinds of messy items, tools, etc."
"The third floor is where corpses are stored. Fresh corpses brought by corpse trucks are placed on the third floor. Generally, family members will pick up the corpses within three days. If no one claims them for more than two weeks, they will be collected. Move to the fourth floor for storage.”
Liu Bingcheng coughed twice and continued: "The fourth floor is also where corpses are stored, but the corpses here are either requested by the deceased's family to be preserved for a long time, or they are unclaimed."
"Unclaimed items will usually be disposed of in about three months. This is our job. It's quite simple."
Mo Lin didn't speak, just nodded silently.
Liu Bingcheng looked back at Mo Lin and said disdainfully: "Huh, simple? Look at how dare you say no after a while."
At this time, the two of them had arrived at the second underground floor. Liu Bingcheng took out a set of work clothes from the utility room and handed it to Mo Lin. He said, "Go upstairs and choose a room first. After choosing the room, put on the work clothes, and then go back to the room." Come down."
Mo Lin nodded and walked upstairs. When he reached the first floor, he saw that there were dozens of rooms, large and small.
Each room is very close to each other. Judging from the size of the room, it must be very big inside. The light blue wall covering has been peeled off and riddled with holes. It is hard to imagine how long it has been since the last time the walls were painted.
The doors to these rooms are all made of wood. Just by looking at the scratches on the door, it is easy to tell how many years the door has been used.
The door lock was also very old. Without thinking much, Molin found a room near the corridor and walked in.
He took a closer look at the living environment, and to his surprise, it was a single room, or a small suite with a toilet and shower room. Although it was a bit small, it looked pretty good, and it even had a matching color TV and other things.
There is also a table in the room with two drawers, and the keys to this room are in the drawer.
Mo Lin was quite satisfied with the environment. He put on the yellow work clothes Liu Bingcheng gave him, cleaned up the room briefly, and returned to the second underground floor.
When Mo Lin arrived at the second underground floor, the first thing he saw was Liu Bingcheng sitting on the bench smoking.
Liu Bingcheng saw Mo Lin coming down and said, "Let's go, I'll take you down to find the way."
Mo Lin continued to follow Liu Bingcheng toward the third underground floor.
Arriving at the stairs on the third underground floor, Mo Lin felt a deep chill.
Of course, this coolness has nothing to do with temperature, it just gives people the feeling of entering another world.
Not only that, although the first two floors of this underground morgue are in disrepair, they still look like people live there, while the stairs on the three underground floors alone have not been cleaned for who knows how many years.
