The curator glanced sideways at everyone, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands on his hips.
"It won't be good for anyone if you make a big deal out of it. For all the things that were broken in this house today, you will pay them according to the price. I'm not bullying anyone, am I?"
A man in a black suit from the crowd came out and said something with a pinched neck.
"It's okay to pay, but..."
He changed the topic and pointed his finger at Ji Canghai: "I have to take away this person and this body."
The curator narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his tone: "Whether the person can be taken away is your business! You can't take away this corpse!"
Um?
I glanced at the curator and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He clearly didn't want to escalate the situation just now, and now he is confiscating the body. This is very contradictory.
The curator's words also completely angered the other person, and the man in a black suit walked up to him.
"This man is my biological brother, why don't you let him go?"
The curator showed a sneer and stepped hard on the floor tiles with his foot: "This is my territory! You are beating and smashing here, and now you don't let me make money?"
"Just fucking listen to me!"
The smile on the curator's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned to look at everyone with a gloomy face.
"Go out and find out who I, Wang Haiqiao, am! You have two things to do now. One, pay for it, and two, get out."
After saying that, he took the shovel from Uncle Wang's hand and stabbed it hard on the ground.
"If you keep messing around, the morgue will be full today!"
Obviously, the curator is angry today. Looking at this attitude, maybe something will happen today.
Seeing that the people on the opposite side remained silent, the curator waved his hand and the shovel flew into the crowd.
The security guards standing at the door swarmed over, and within a few minutes, the troublemakers were beaten out.
The curator spat at me hard, turned around and pointed at me, and cursed through gritted teeth.
"You really opened my eyes! They were fighting, and you got involved? What, did you drink mad dog urine?"
I wouldn't be happy if he said that.
"I don't want to fight either! You forced me there. If I don't fight back, I'll have to go to the morgue."
The curator waved his hand: "Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense. According to the management system, if you have a fight, you will be fired, so get out of here!"
Damn it!
I immediately softened, and my words were unconsciously mixed with pleading: "No, curator."
However, all he left me was a silhouette of his back.
First, Chen Changming borrowed money in my name, and then this happened again.
I thought I had luck, but I didn't expect it to be even worse!
Chen Jiayan walked up to me with her head lowered and her voice was not much louder than a mosquito.
"sorry."
I looked at the nosebleeds on her face that had not yet dried up, took out a piece of crumpled toilet paper from my pocket, and rubbed it on her face.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Just go back and clean up."
I can't be angry with her, and I don't have any resentment. On the contrary, I feel quite calm.
"Um."
Chen Jiayan nodded and trotted away from the condolence hall.
After a while, the curator called.
I smiled bitterly to myself, was this an old drama repeating itself?
Sure enough, he just asked me to go to his office and said nothing else.
However, when I arrived at the office, a familiar figure appeared in front of me.
It's Brother Wang.
The curator was talking to him with a smile on his face, and seemed to be talking about some shares.
I just opened the door and was hesitating whether to go in, when Brother Wang suddenly noticed me.
"Hey, the little master is here."
Brother Wang took the initiative to greet me, put his arm around my shoulders, and pointed to the pennant on the wall with one hand.
"I came here this time. I really came here to thank you."
After speaking, Brother Wang gave a thumbs up to the curator: "After the little master gave me instructions, I followed them and everything was solved."
"This funeral parlor of yours is really talented! After all, you have to be a good leader!"
These few words he said made the curator grin from ear to ear.
I can feel that this happiness comes from the heart.
Taking advantage of the lively chat between Brother Wang and the curator, I suddenly had a plan in mind.
"curator."
I interrupted them softly and leaned forward slightly: "I will go through the resignation procedures right away. I will come back to you to sign in a while. You two can chat first."
After saying that, I turned around and left.
"Why are you resigning after everything is going well?"
Brother Wang put his hand on my chest to stop me, and then looked up at the curator.
"This little master has great magical powers. If he leaves, I won't buy any shares!"
