If the ashes were really installed in the wrong place, the impact would be huge.
It affects not only me and the funeral home, but also the victims.
I looked back at Zhang Yan and said comfortingly: "This matter is not difficult to handle. Just wait for me to make a call."
After saying that, I took out my cell phone and walked out the door. Before I could finish dialing, the curator's call came in first.
"Where is ***? Come back quickly!"
The curator's tone was extremely urgent, as if he was getting angry.
"I'm at Zhang Yan's house, you..."
"What do you care about Zhang Yan? Even if you are on the moon, you will be right back!"
Before I could speak, the curator hung up the phone.
I held the phone in confusion, wondering what happened at the funeral home.
However, if it wasn't an important matter, he wouldn't be so jumpy.
I turned around and walked into the yard. I told Xiaochen first.
"I promise you, I'll get back whatever I owe you. Don't scare your mother."
Xiaochen nodded like his mother, with gratitude in his eyes.
I turned around and looked at Zhang Yan: "There is an emergency at work. I will go back first and contact you later."
Ji Canghai and I hurried to the funeral parlor.
As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw a large row of black motorcades, surrounding the funeral parlor.
No need to go in, the pressure is already coming.
Ji Canghai took a deep breath and said, "Damn it, what kind of god is dead?"
I didn't say anything, I just stepped faster and went straight to the curator's office.
The corridor has long been filled with a group of bald men.
This posture is really a bit scary.
I finally squeezed into the office, only to find a fair-faced man with gold-rimmed eyes sitting on the sofa.
The curator stood awkwardly across from him, his old face already turning purple from suppressed pain.
"This is the funeral home master!"
As soon as the curator raised his eyes, he immediately let out a ghostly howl and pointed his finger at me.
The man glanced at me sideways, crossed his legs, and stretched out his hands.
"Cheng Yuan."
I hesitated for a moment, then took my hand and said, "Chen Qi."
Cheng Yuan babbled at me: "It was you who burned my mother?"
"Yes, yes! It's him!"
The curator seemed to have a hornet's nest in his arms and hurriedly threw it at me.
Cheng Yuan immediately turned his attention to me: "I found three gentlemen, and all three gentlemen said that you understand the tricks."
"You have to give me an explanation today."
His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable words.
"Your mother's portrait has also changed, right?"
Cheng Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Did you really do it? We have no grievances. Who ordered you?"
I didn't say anything and turned to look at the curator: "I have a few words that I have to say to you alone."
Cheng Yuan smiled lightly, then stood up and said something gracefully.
"I'll wait for you at the door."
"Click."
The door was closed, and the curator collapsed on the sofa, sweat dripping down his pale face.
"What's going on?"
The curator at this moment completely lost his usual arrogance.
"I'll tell you the truth, Liu Shan put the ashes of these two families in the wrong place."
The curator suddenly raised his head: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"I have already met Zhang Yan's son!"
The curator's face suddenly turned ashen and his eyes went straight.
We both knew the consequences of this, ranging from a loss of reputation to a loss of business.
After a while, the curator looked at me: "You must suppress this matter!"
"That Cheng is far from an ordinary person. If we don't handle it well, we'll all have to finish it!"
Originally, I wanted to take care of this matter to the end, but now I clearly feel that I am passing the blame!
I couldn't help but frown: "Why us?"
"The funeral parlor is yours and the person is burned by Liu Shan. Do you have a dick relationship with me?"
The curator's eyes also widened: "What are you talking about?"
The clay figurine is still angry, let alone a living person?
The fire in my heart was also aroused: "You have used me to block the gun from the very beginning. What do you think of me?"
"What are you shouting?"
Liu Shan raised his voice, covering my voice, and then lowered his voice.
"Liu Shan is not your apprentice? Does anything happen to you have nothing to do with it?"
I immediately made him laugh angrily: "Are you being reasonable? Why are Liu Shan following me? Don't you know why?"
"If I don't break this matter, I just want to save face for you! How dare you mention it?"
A touch of red suddenly appeared on the curator's gray and fat face, and his tone suddenly softened a bit.
"You think of a way, but don't make it a big deal!"
His ever-changing face really makes me a little sick.
But even for the sake of the suffering master, I have to endure it first.
"It's easy to handle! Call Liu Shan out, and whoever is at fault will admit it!"
