This was not difficult to do. Ji Canghai and I took Chen Jiayan and hurriedly finished the cemetery behind us.
In modern cemeteries, the tomb doors are sealed with sealant, and the only way to break them open is to use brute force.
Fortunately, Yuuki Canghai, marble has no defense in front of him.
After a few hammer blows, the urn was revealed.
Chen Jiayan already knew some autopsy skills, so it was not difficult to identify the ashes.
However, this is a delicate job and requires constant comparison before making a judgment.
It wasn't until the sun went down that the two boxes of ashes were sorted.
I called the mason over, sealed the tomb door again, and then we went down the mountain with them.
Unexpectedly, the motorcade at the door had not left. I looked again and saw that the light in the curator's office was still on.
You haven't left yet. Are you waiting for me?
I knew that Cheng Yuan was a dangerous person, so I asked Ji Canghai to take Chen Jiayan away first, while I went to meet him myself.
Opening the door, Cheng Yuan leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cigar in his mouth.
The curator had a bruise on his head and knelt in front of him tremblingly.
Seeing this, the bald man at the door was not idle just now.
"Mr. Cheng."
I stood at the door and said hello, then went straight to the point: "It's done."
"oh."
Cheng Yuan nodded moderately: "Why do I trust you?"
"Tomorrow morning, you call home."
"Okay, let's wait until tomorrow morning."
What I didn't expect was that Cheng Yuan just sat on the sofa all night.
The curator was even worse, not even qualified to stand up.
It wasn't until the next morning that Cheng Yuan called his family.
After hanging up the phone, he still looked expressionless.
"As you said, it's indeed back to normal."
After saying that, Cheng Yuan turned his attention to the curator and slammed his phone in his face.
"If no one told me, are you really going to use me as a ***?"
The curator collapsed on the ground, with snot and tears streaming down his face, but he kept bowing and begging.
Cheng Yuan kicked him away expressionlessly, turned around and lit a cigar.
"Boss Cheng, what we talked about before..."
He stretched hard, ignored me, and asked the question to the curator again.
"You make my whole family suffer. I can't make you feel so comfortable. I want to make you miserable every day!"
"Click, click..."
Cheng Yuan paced back and forth in the room, glancing at the curator from time to time.
Finally, he slowly squatted down and flicked the cigar ashes on the curator's head.
"I've thought about it."
Suddenly, he pointed his finger at me: "He will take the position of curator in the future."
"I want you to watch him take your property and treat you like a dog every day!"
His demeanor was as if he had the power of life and death.
"ah?"
I finally understood why the curator was so afraid of Cheng Yuan.
There is a ruthlessness in this man's bones!
To be fair, the curator was indeed wrong, and his crime would not lead to death.
He was beaten and scolded, and in the end the family property was taken away.
What a harsh word!
The decision in front of me seems more like playing house.
In one sentence, our positions were reversed!
I was already ready to get out, but unexpectedly there was a sudden turn of events.
Now this situation becomes very interesting.
Cheng Yuan and I have nothing to do with each other. He is just using me to suppress Wang Haiqiao.
I got a big deal for nothing.
"You have no objection, right? Wang Haiqiao."
"No, no."
Cheng Yuan rubbed his chin with one hand, stared at the curator with a half-smile, and placed one hand on the curator's head to ravage him fiercely.
"I may not be here any time, don't let me catch you playing tricks again!"
After saying that, he turned around and left in a hurry.
The convoy in the yard started their vehicles at the same time and drove out slowly.
The curator staggered up from the ground and raised his head full of resentment, as if he wanted to eat me.
"I finally understand, are you setting a trap for me? Before this matter is resolved, you asked Cheng Yuan to be your backer, right?"
"The trick of taking advantage of someone's misfortune, *** finally figured it out!"
I looked him up and down and smiled helplessly: "You still think it's my fault, right?"
The director took a few deep breaths: "The funeral parlor is yours! Whatever you say is right!"
