The curator stood up angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Now that I admit this, can Cheng Yuan let me go? He can't send us all to keep his mother company?"
I smacked Yahuazi and said, "You mean, hide it?"
"nonsense!"
"Then you can figure it out on your own, I can't help you either!"
After a long silence, the curator whispered: "I have an idea."
"explain."
"How about I go talk to Cheng Yuan and tell him that the position in the tomb is wrong."
A strange look suddenly appeared in the curator's eyes: "Go and dig open the tomb of Zhang Yan's family, pick out the ashes, and change the two sides. Wouldn't it be a knot?"
After saying that, he immediately added: "I have worked as a corpse burner before, and the ashes of the old and young can be separated, which is easy to do!"
What he said was true.
The ashes are not in the form of fine powder, and large bones such as the skull and patella will not be completely burned.
However, he did refresh my outlook.
"You mean, let me dig the grave?"
"right!"
I immediately asked back, "You can definitely tell Zhang Yan that her family's feng shui is also bad. Can't we just do it together?"
"oops!"
The curator had a look of hatred on his face: "Cheng Yuan is a monkey if he sticks his tail in! If both houses are opened, he will definitely become suspicious!"
"Then why are you digging Zhang Yan's family grave?"
"You're sincere, aren't you?"
The curator suddenly became furious: "I can't afford to offend Cheng Yuan, so why not?"
Faced with his righteousness, I counterattacked on the spot.
"Catch an honest man and run him to death. Does Zhang Yan deserve to be bullied?"
Zhang Yan is an honest and honest peasant woman. When I think of her family's misery, I can't hold back my anger.
Thinking about the tragic situation of their mother and son, I couldn't sit still.
"What you are taking away is a mother's right to seek justice for her children!"
The director gritted his teeth and poked my chest: "The funeral home is gone, and *** is also unemployed! We are like grasshoppers on a rope!"
"Stop threatening me! I am poor but I have a damn conscience!"
I raised my hand and pointed at the door: "I'll give you a chance. Either you admit it yourself, or I'll shake it out for you!"
"Who do you think you are? Is it justice? Or do you think of yourself as a superman, ready to save the earth?"
"cough!"
I coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and spit it directly in his face: "My existence proves that the law of heaven is clear!"
The curator huffed and I sat back on the sofa and sneered a few times.
"Hundreds of thousands of hungry people are weighing on you! If you are really capable, just shake them off!"
"okay!"
I didn't give him a chance to speak at all, turned around, opened the door, and yelled at Cheng Yuan.
"Mr. Cheng!"
Cheng Yuan turned his head, stamped out the cigar in his hand, and looked at me suspiciously.
"Let me tell you, our funeral home made a mistake in this matter! The corpse burner is called Liu Shan, and he put your mother's ashes in the wrong place!"
Cheng Yuan's cheeks trembled obviously, and then he asked: "How can you guarantee that you didn't lie to me?"
"The owner of another family just came to see me today, you can confront him!"
There was a hint of gloom in Cheng Yuan's eyes: "Catch Wang Haiqiao!"
A few strong men threw the curator to the ground like a chicken.
At this moment, the curator was as shaken as chaff and could not speak clearly.
"Let me ask you, is what he said true?"
"You know the price of lying to me. Think about it before you say it."
The curator was lying on the ground, seemingly having been engaged in a long psychological struggle, gritting his teeth dejectedly.
"It's all the truth!"
"good."
Cheng Yuan faced the group of bald brothers
Waving his hand: "Let the bulldozers come in, this place should no longer exist!"
Even though the curator grabbed Cheng Yuan's pants, it still didn't help.
When Cheng Yuan passed by me, he looked at me coldly: "Can you get this done?"
I was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's not difficult to do."
"If you do it well, you'll get money, but if you don't do it well..."
Cheng Yuan turned around and looked at the curator: "If we can't do it, you will be the second one."
"The process may be a bit violent before you start talking ugly."
Cheng Yuan raised his eyes and said word by word: "I only want the result, the process has nothing to do with me!"
As he was about to lift his legs to leave, I called him from behind.
"There is something I want to discuss with you."
He paused and said without looking back, "Say."
"Can this funeral parlor not be demolished?"
He slowly turned his head and looked me up and down: "Why?"
"Anyone who has a way out will not work here. Everyone here is a poor person."
I took a deep breath and continued: "If the funeral parlor is demolished, they will have no way to survive."
"Wang Haiqiao's fault should not be made by them, what do you think?"
After a long time, Cheng Yuan said: "After you have settled the matter, you can negotiate terms with me."
Everything under the sun is governed by the word "reason".
The initiator of this incident was Liu Shan, and Wang Haiqiao made the mistake of bullying the poor.
Whatever the consequences are, they both deserve it.
But I must keep the others!
