"Sister Ranran, it's good morning, I'll still serve you in iced American style. Thank you!"
Su Ran yawned and opened her groggy eyes with some difficulty. Looking at a group of energetic high school students coming into the store, she couldn't help but sigh, "Let's learn. Who can learn from you? It's so early in the morning." If you come to the store to study at eight o'clock, even if you pass the Qingbei entrance examination, you will be considered to have performed abnormally."
"What's going on, Sister Ran Ran, you are a student of Jiang University, and you didn't work as hard as us in your senior year of high school?" A girl couldn't help but laugh looking at the listless Su Ran.
Su Ran rolled her eyes, "You think we are all like you, working so hard to study every day. Sister, I am a genius. I took a leave of absence to study at home during my senior year of high school."
The girl was stunned, "Sister Ranran, where did you go to high school?"
"Jiang Ning Foreign Languages, I am your senior sister. Hasn't there always been a tradition in the school that senior high school students can freely choose whether to review at school or go home? You are not in school either."
"Ah, Sister Ranran, you told me earlier. Why should we ask any seniors for advice? We can just ask you directly."
Su Ran waved her hand and said proudly: "No, my sister's learning method is not suitable for you to learn. I only study five hours a day. If you study for more than five hours, you won't be able to study efficiently. If you study for more than five hours, you will learn in vain."
If I work from morning to night like you do, it might as well kill me. "
"Okay, this is a genius, right?" Several girls said with envy.
Su Ran pretended to be profound and said: "When you grow up, you will know that in life, besides studying, there are many more important things, such as going out to see the world more, cultivating your own artistic taste and so on.
Oh, by the way, you are about to take the exam, today is the 5th. "
The girl nodded, "Yes, we won't be here tomorrow on the 6th. We are going to visit the examination room and relax."
Su Ran breathed a sigh of relief, "I finally sent you away."
The girl pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Sister Ranran, you don't welcome us here."
Su Ran rolled her eyes: "I'm very welcome. As long as you don't come and go at ten o'clock, you can come as you like. What on earth was I thinking at the beginning? I asked Sister Yihan to understand your hard study. In the end, it will still be miserable. Myself."
"By the way, sister Ranran, when will sister Yihan come back?"
Su Ran was stunned for a moment and tilted her head, "Why, a beautiful lady like my sister is not satisfied with making coffee for you here. She is still thinking about Sister Yihan."
"Ah, where is it? Sister Yihan was here before, but suddenly the proprietress took action herself. We are a little flattered." A girl quickly made up for it.
"Ouch, all of them are so good at talking at such a young age." Su Ran rolled her eyes, then waved her hands and said, "Go study, you guys. Sister Yihan went to school with her daughter in England, so she should Won’t come back again.”
Seeing the disappointed expressions on the faces of several little girls, Su Ran thought for a while and added: "You study hard and get admitted to a good university in the future, or study abroad, and you will still have the opportunity to meet Yi in the UK. Sister Han’s.”
Several little girls nodded, and then at Su Ran's urging, they shifted their attention and started reviewing for the last day of their senior year in high school.
After being reminded by several girls, Su Ran also remembered that she hadn't contacted Chen Yihan for several days and didn't know how they were doing now.
Taking advantage of her free time while making coffee, Su Ran picked up her phone and sent Chen Yihan a WeChat message to ask her how she was doing now.
Soon Chen Yihan's reply arrived: "Thank you for your concern. My brother and I have arrived in London and will send her to school tomorrow to report."
Seeing that everything was going well for them, Su Ran was relieved. The mother and daughter had a lot of ups and downs during this period, and the family of three was in the current situation because of Weihai's greed, and the whole family was ruined.
Fortunately, at least their mother and daughter can stay away from all this and start a new life in a distant foreign country.
As for whether Weige can retrieve his original memory about Chen Yihan, Su Ran asked Zhang Ziqing. Zhang Ziqing's answer was that he had lifted the restriction, but he would not recover his memory immediately until the mother and daughter could get along for a while. The power of maternal love will naturally restore the relationship between mother and daughter.
This can be regarded as the only comforting thing in this terrible situation.
"Su Ran?"
Just when Su Ran was in a daze, a strange voice interrupted her thoughts.
Su Ran turned her head. At some point, a girl who looked to be in her early twenties and a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old appeared in the store.
The girl was dressed in the same professional attire as an ordinary school teacher, with a low bun and a delicate face, but there was a trace of worry and melancholy between her beautiful eyebrows.
The little girl next to her had been timidly hiding behind the girl, with only half of her head exposed, looking at Su Ran curiously with wide eyes. Like the girl who looked full of thoughts, the little girl also had a trace of fear in her big eyes. and fear.
Su Ran narrowed her eyes and smiled at the little girl, then turned her gaze to the girl and looked at her curiously. For some reason, she always felt that the girl in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
"Do you know me?" Su Ran asked curiously.
"Fortunately, it's really you." The girl breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Su Ran's question. Then she thought about it, untied her bun, separated her hair to both sides with her hands, and pulled out a double ponytail. .
Seeing the girl's appearance, a girl's figure instantly appeared in Su Ran's mind. She blinked her eyes and was a little surprised. The name that had been almost forgotten for so many years immediately appeared clearly in her mind. middle.
"Fang Zhi?"
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Jiangning City.
Fukuyama Cemetery.
As the most luxurious cemetery in Jiangning City, Fushan Cemetery is the best among the cemeteries in Jiangning City in terms of environment and cemetery configuration.
Of course, the cemetery’s environment and luxury alone are not enough. The most important thing is good Feng Shui.
Not to mention that being surrounded by mountains and rivers is the basic configuration of Fushan Cemetery. The key point is the mountains on both sides of Fushan Cemetery. The two sides of the top of the mountain are towering and convex, while the middle part is sunken inward. From a distance, it looks like an incense burner.
This kind of terrain is called the layout of Xianglu Mountain in Feng Shui. It is said that this kind of cemetery has excellent Feng Shui. If the ancestor's cemetery is buried here, it will definitely bring smooth luck and prosperity to the descendants and protect the family. Long lasting.
With this advantage, Fushan Cemetery has become the most detached existence among the five major cemeteries in Jiangning City. Therefore, the price of Fushan Cemetery is also notoriously high.
It is said that the price per square meter in the general area of Fushan Cemetery is even higher than the housing prices outside the Fourth Ring Road. As for the VIP area at the top, which is said to be the land of Longxing, the price per square meter has even reached six figures, which is much higher than the housing prices in some new first-tier cities.
But despite this, the cemeteries in the VIP area are still very popular. In order to continue their family's wealth, many rich people would rather spend millions to buy a cemetery with good Feng Shui in this place and leave their own graves after death. Buried here to bless future generations with good fortune.
Yang Jian is an ordinary salesperson in the sales department of the developer of Fushan Cemetery. Although it is a cemetery, in this competitive environment, there is also a need for someone to serve customers who don't know much or don't have time to waste on it. Explain how good the Feng Shui of your cemetery is, how good the location is, and what are the various offers and discounts.
Although it sounds like the work is not very respectable and is looked down upon by other industries in various sales industries, we have to admit that the commission rate for cemetery sales is the highest, and it is even more profitable than real estate sales.
Yang Jian still remembers when he first entered the industry. Because it was his first time in this industry, the manager casually gave him a client that he was too busy to deal with and helped him open a business. This was considered as his official entry into the industry.
The customer was also very easy to talk to. Basically, he spent most of the time listening to Yang Jian introducing the advantages and environment of the cemetery, and didn't have much of his own opinions.
Even at the last and most critical price stage, after listening to Yang Jian's somewhat uneasy quotation, the customer didn't say anything about bargaining, but happily paid the full price on the spot.
Yang Jian still remembers that the transaction price of that cemetery was 800,000 yuan. He got more than 20,000 yuan from the commission alone, plus the opening subsidy for the first order, and the congratulatory red envelopes given by the company, all added up. There are more than 30,000 people.
Thinking about the other industries I used to work in, I worked tirelessly for a month to serve as a grandson to clients and could only get a commission of a few thousand yuan, and it was not possible to earn a salary of more than 10,000 yuan every month. In comparison, The funeral industry is really suitable for me. I pay less for clients but still get higher commissions.
But Yang Jian soon discovered that his thinking was still too simple. Except for the first time he got the benefit of the manager, after he got that high-quality customer, he has never placed such a large order since then.
The most expensive cemetery I ever sold by myself was only 500,000 yuan, and in the end I was offered a commission of more than 10,000 yuan.
Although it was much less than the first time, Yang Jian was still quite satisfied. After all, as long as he could sell a piece of land a month, he could earn a salary of over 10,000 yuan.
Moreover, the funeral industry is no different than other sales industries. In other industries, it is very common for people to go out before dawn to meet customers and not return home until after ten o'clock in the evening.
But in the funeral industry, who would be willing to go to a gloomy place like a cemetery after dark, so Yang Jian has been getting off work at six o'clock every day since he started this job, and he can still do something he wants to do at night. .
The only downside is that falling in love is quite difficult. Basically, most of the girls I meet hear that I am a cemetery salesperson, and half of them run away after learning about it.
Later, I finally met a girl who didn't mind her career. After dating for less than half a year, the girl's mother began to object vigorously after learning about her career. She used various means to force the girl to break up with him. After that, Yang Jian then has no expectations for love. Instead of worrying about these things, it is better to make more money to make his life more comfortable.
Although after figuring it out, Yang Jian can live comfortably with his monthly salary, and he will have more time for himself after get off work.
But since the beginning of this year, I don’t know whether it’s bad luck or something. Until now, I haven’t made a single order for five or six months. I only have a basic salary of 3,000 yuan a month, and I don’t have any money left after paying the rent. How much.
But this is a small problem, and I can still live on the money I have saved, but the biggest problem now is that if I don’t open the business this month, if I don’t open the business for six months, I will be fired by the company.
At the beginning of the month, the manager had already mentioned this matter to him tactfully. At that time, he even asked the manager if he could recommend another customer to him.
But this time the manager was not as easy to talk to as when he first started. He directly said that when he first entered the industry, it was because the company had an unwritten rule that the first order of a new employee would be completed by the department manager, and the subsequent performance would be determined. It all depends on your own ability.
Now that the manager has said this, he can't shamelessly find someone to continue helping him, so he can only start frantically contacting customers.
I just don’t know why, but most of the customers I’ve contacted in the past few months are dissatisfied with the price of the cemetery and feel that the price is too high. Several other cemeteries in the city have good Feng Shui and are relatively more cost-effective.
I finally talked to a few people who were satisfied with the price, but when they took a look, they thought the good spot was already occupied, and the feng shui of other people's homes overshadowed my own, so the matter went south again.
In April and May, I tried my best to make phone calls from morning to night, even on weekends, and visited every day. In the end, I still got nothing. In June, Yang Jian simply started to give up. After spending this month leisurely in the company, I might as well find another job. Although the salary is definitely not as high as here, I won't starve to death.
He probably felt that he wouldn't be able to stay long, so the team leader didn't say a word when he saw him hanging around here. Three thousand yuan to support himself for a month was not a big deal to the company. The manager was in the office. The canned food I raise for my dog costs more than three thousand yuan.
On this day, as usual, Yang Jian was lying on his desk scrolling through Douyin. A voice called "Welcome" came from the door of the office. After several colleagues whispered to each other, one of them approached Yang Jian. In front of him, Yin Yang said angrily: "Mr. Yang, a client is here, and it's your turn to receive it. Stop looking at beauties here. Earn some money quickly and find one. That's the serious business."
Yang Jian frowned and looked up at the colleague in front of him who was nicknamed "Alpaca". He got this nickname because no matter who he talked to, this alpaca felt like he was spitting on people, especially his emotions. When I'm excited, I can literally drool.
But what makes Yang Jian most angry is that even with this, Yangtuo can still open several orders every month. He doesn't know what the habits of those customers are. Do they enjoy the feeling of other people's saliva spraying on his face?
When Yangtuo first came to the company, I took him with me for a few days. At that time, Brother Yang followed him every day, acting like a little boy carrying bags.
As a result, within a few months, his performance was better than mine. From then on, he stopped following him and hung out with those with good performance every day.
When they first met him, they nodded politely, but later they ignored him and even made fun of him sarcastically at every turn.
As expected, these people were all lackeys of money, each more snobbish than the last. Yang Jian didn't bother to blend in with them, and he didn't bother to take their occasional ridicule to heart.
How could Yangtuo be so kind as to remind him that he should receive this customer by himself? It's just because I think this customer is definitely not going to work out that I push it to myself.
Yang Jian lazily stood up from his seat and looked at the customers who came in.
He is a young man in his twenties, with a cold face, and he seems to be a bit intimidating to strangers.
Unlike other customers in the cemetery who wore high-end but low-key clothing or expensive watches to show off their wealth, the boy just wore a simple black shirt without any other decorations.
But the boy's biggest feature is that he is extremely good-looking, and his face is even more delicate than the many male stars on TV that he has seen.
It's a pity that he is good-looking but can't be used as food. Just like what he thought, he looks like a young man with little money. According to his own experience, there is a high probability that someone in the family has passed away and there are no other elders. Well, you can only understand the situation yourself.
Yang Jian sighed and was too lazy to talk to the alpacas and others who were watching the excitement. He stood up and walked to the young man and said in a professional tone: "Hello, sir, my name is Yang Jian. I am a sales consultant at Fushan Cemetery. May I help you?" ?"
"I'm here to pick out some cemeteries for my friends." The young man said softly.
"Friend...how much?" Yang Jian was stunned, thinking that young people nowadays really don't know how high the sky is.
Just come and help your friend choose a cemetery. It’s just a few pieces. Why, isn’t your friend’s house enough for you? Do you have to change rooms every day?
Although he thought so in his heart, Yang Jian still said patiently: "Sir, your friend, one cemetery should be enough, right? But the price of the cemetery here is relatively high, you may have to think about it carefully."
The young man shook his head, "It's okay, I've already chosen the location."
Yang Jian was stunned. Before he could say anything, the young man had already walked to the sand table model in the office and pointed at the nine cemeteries at the highest point of the mountain.
Every time the young man pointed at a piece, Yang Jian's eyelids trembled violently. This position was the best in the entire cemetery. Those who could be buried here were either executives or rich people, and they had to be of the highest quality.
And they only bought one piece, but the young man in front of me suddenly wanted to buy nine pieces? ? Yang Jian was a little confused at first whether he was naive or really low-key.
"I want these nine yuan. My friend likes to be quiet and doesn't want to be disturbed by others, so I will also buy the apartments surrounding her. If I feel that it is not suitable for people to live in, there is no problem with the price being higher."
The young man's words suddenly silenced the entire office, and even the manager who had been sitting in his seat and had been playing Landlord couldn't help but come over.
Yang Jian took a breath of air. After working in sales for so many years, even if he was not enlightened, he could still see that the young man in front of him was not that simple.
"Sir, is this your first time coming to our cemetery? Have you heard about our prices from relatives or friends before?" Yang Jian asked carefully, even changing his title.
The young man shook his head.
Yang Jian was a little unpredictable, but he continued: "Sir, it's because our Feng Shui in Fushan Cemetery is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and..."
"Just tell me the price." Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, the young man interrupted him, as if he had no interest in this.
"Okay, okay." Yang Jian said quickly, fearing that he would accidentally make this guest who might change his luck angry.
"Sir, you asked for nine yuan at once. I have to confirm with the leader whether the nine yuan has been booked by anyone."
After Yang Jian finished speaking, the manager hurriedly came up to him before he could say hello. After taking a closer look, he felt a little embarrassed: "Sir, you really have a good eye. You picked out the best Feng Shui pieces here at a glance." land.
But you also know that the better the feng shui is, the more people will be interested in it. There is no shortage of rich people in Jiangning. To tell you the truth, four pieces of it have been bought by others, but the most important one is that you want to bury your friend. That piece is still there, so why don't you take a look and just buy one? "
Yang Jian's heart suddenly went cold when he heard the manager's words.
He no longer expected the young man to buy nine pieces of land at once, but if he could buy one piece, he could make hundreds of thousands.
But he was afraid that if the young man insisted on buying these nine pieces of land, he would not be willing to lose one piece of land, and then his chance of making a comeback would be completely gone.
Yang Jian began to desperately search for the sales words in his mind for so many years, thinking of anything else that could impress people and make this young man stay, but before he could think of anything, the young man had already spoken first.
"How much money do I need to acquire these nine pieces of land?"
The young man's tone was very soft, but there was an undeniable firmness to it.
Yang Jian and the manager looked at each other and quickly replied: "Normally, it's 700,000 per square meter. Ours is a luxury cemetery, and each area is very large. Preliminary estimate, it's about 600 million for nine yuan." .”
The young man nodded, "Let's meet here tomorrow morning. I'll pay you the money."
The young man's words made everyone in the office stunned for a moment, some of them unable to react.
The manager just said that four pieces of land here have been sold. Didn't this young man hear it?
Although it might make the young man a little unhappy, Yang Jian still cautiously reminded: "Sir, some of the pieces here have been sold... and they are all already occupied."
"Wouldn't it be nice to just let them move away?"
"Ah? What did you say?"
Now not only Yang Jian, but also everyone present wondered if they were hallucinating in their ears.
Let them move? Even ordinary people cannot say that they will move the tombs of their relatives so that you can bury your friends. Not to mention that the owners of these pieces of land are all prominent figures in the province. If they stamp their feet, the whole Jiangbei will be shaken. If you tell them to move, they will move?
Everyone now feels that this young man may not be very rich, but because he is young, immature at all, and his intelligence is seriously inconsistent with his age.
Yang Jian sighed. It seemed that he was too ignorant and almost let this young man fool him.
The manager on the side also shook his head, realizing that he had wasted his half-day relationship in vain. He turned around and prepared to go back to fight the landlord.
"In the afternoon, the owners of these houses will come and move their families away. I will take my friends to the cemetery at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I don't like to wait for people."
After saying this, the young man turned and left the office without waiting for Yang Jian and others to reply.
"Oh, Mr. Yang, you have welcomed a big shot. What level is this? I remember that one of these pieces of land belongs to the family of an old secretary who retired from the Central Committee. Do you think this young man What is his background that allows the old secretary to come and move his family in person?"
As soon as the boy walked away from the alpaca, he couldn't help but start teasing him, and even laughed with several colleagues around him.
Yang Jian rolled his eyes, but ignored these people and turned back to his seat to continue browsing Douyin.
Sure enough, it is easy for people to place their hopes on others when they are unlucky. If this young man's words didn't become more and more outrageous, he almost believed it.
The ridicule of Yang Jian continued until lunch. Yangtuo and others gathered around a table and were still watching Yang Jian and snickering.
In the end, the manager couldn't stand it anymore and reminded them a few words before they restrained themselves a little.
When he went to work in the afternoon, Yang Jian was planning to continue using Douyin to pass the afternoon. However, as soon as he sat down, he saw the alpaca and others opposite him looking behind him with their mouths wide open and disbelief on their faces.
Yang Jian turned around in confusion, and immediately couldn't take his eyes away. He felt the same shock as Yang Tuo and the others.
At the door of the office behind him, the old secretary who had retired from the Central Committee, with two serious-looking guards behind him, was looking around in the office, seemingly looking for someone.
Before Yang Jian and others could react, the manager had already rushed out, stood in front of the old secretary, nodded and bowed and said: "Secretary Li, why are you free to come to a small place like ours today?"
After finishing speaking, the manager quickly looked back at Yang Jian, Yang Tuo and others, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
As soon as the young man finished speaking in the morning, the old secretary who didn't go out easily came in person in the afternoon. Nine times out of ten, what the young man said would be true!
Secretary Li sighed, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Xiao Chen, didn't my family buy a piece of land from you before? I want to move his tomb to another place now. Can you see if it works?" convenient?"
The old secretary's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone in the office.
Before retiring, the old secretary had great power in the central government. He often appeared on the news network to provide guidance on people's livelihood work. When he retired, the secretary of the Jiangbei Provincial Party Committee personally went to the airport to welcome the old secretary back to his hometown.
For such a big shot, the young man asked him to move the grave in the morning, but he didn't even wait until the next day and came in person in the afternoon.
Everyone now feels extremely shocked. What is the background of this young man who can order someone of Secretary Li's level or move a grave to destroy the family's feng shui?
It’s just that these people who are struggling in society know that no matter who the boy is, it is best for them not to ask about the boy’s identity, otherwise finding out may bring trouble to them. It’s hard to say whether I can live a normal life in the future.
"Convenient and convenient, Secretary Li, where do you want to move to? We have any land here for you to choose." Manager Yang quickly agreed without thinking for too long, and took the old secretary to the sand table to look at the other empty spaces. 's cemetery.
After the old secretary walked around the sand table, although Manager Yang recommended several places with good Feng Shui to him, judging from the old secretary's frown, he was not satisfied with any of them.
Finally, the old secretary stood at the cemetery he had chosen initially and stared at it for a long time. He sighed softly, waved his hands and said, "Xiao Chen, I don't know much about Feng Shui. You should be in this field." You are much more professional than me, please help me choose a piece of land and then arrange for people to move there."
Manager Chen nodded, and after hesitating for a while, he reminded softly: "Secretary Li, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not. Moving graves will still affect the feng shui of the family to some extent. Especially for future generations... The feng shui of your current land is already excellent. If you move again, you will never be able to choose a better land than this one."
After another long silence, Secretary Li did not respond. He just turned around and waved his hand to express his meaning.
After the old secretary left the office, Manager Chen, Yang Jian and others looked at each other, speechless for a long time.
After a while, the alpaca whispered: "Boss, you said that young man..."
"Shut up! Don't mention this!" Before Yangtuo could say anything, Manager Chen quickly slapped him on the head, signaling him to stop talking.
"The boy will come back tomorrow morning. Everyone must fully cooperate with Yang Jian and meet all his requests. Talk less and do more. Knowing too much is not a good thing for us."
After finishing speaking, Manager Chen looked at Yang Jian again and said with a smile: "What do you think of this arrangement?"
Yang Jian nodded dully, "Good manager, I will listen to your arrangements."
Manager Chen quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, if this business is done, I can't say who will be the manager in the future."
Yang Jian touched his head and smiled, but did not answer any more. What happened today also gave him a premonition that his life might turn around starting tomorrow.
With the entire sales department waiting nervously, time soon came to the morning of the next day. Manager Chen put on all the salespeople in the sales department and put on the most formal black suit in the funeral industry. After getting approval from the company, he also spent a lot of time. We hired the best funeral company in the city at a large price to arrange the nine cemeteries chosen by the boy yesterday. They arranged a circle of yellow chrysanthemums with water drops on them. Everyone stood solemnly. Waiting for the boy's arrival at the gate of the cemetery.
It's just that this time, Manager Chen cleverly asked Yang Jian to stand at the front of the crowd. After all, he was the one who received the young man yesterday, and temporary substitutions are a taboo in the industry.
The time agreed by the young man was ten o'clock in the morning. However, in order to show their importance, Yang Jian and others started to arrange the venue at the entrance of the cemetery at seven o'clock. They even declined all visitors today. After all, as a young man, he might also Don't like to be disturbed by other people.
After finishing all the on-site arrangements, Yang Jian looked at his watch.
Nine fifty-seven.
Yang Jian quickly reminded other colleagues that the time was almost up, and everyone put down their work and stood neatly at the entrance of the cemetery, waiting for the young man's arrival.
Not long after, the young man appeared in the sight of Yang Jian and others with a black urn. Yang Jian secretly looked down at his watch. It happened to be ten o'clock.
"Hello, sir, of the nine cemeteries you were interested in yesterday, four of them have owners. Yesterday, my family came over and moved their tombs. We also cleaned the cemeteries overnight. You can bury yours at any time. Friend." Yang Jian looked at the young man and said respectfully.
The young man nodded and walked forward with the urn in his arms. The nine cemeteries he selected were all the same size. Each one was a square of one hundred square meters, like a nine-square grid, and they were used to bury his friends. The piece is right in the middle of the nine-square grid.
Yang Jian followed the young man and walked to the cemetery in the middle. Yang Jian and others had been busy all morning and had dug out a cube pit of about twenty square meters in the cemetery. It was urgent for the sake of beauty. It's paved with white marble.
After staring at the urn in his hand for a while, the young man gently placed the urn into the funeral pit in front of him.
The sun was already a little hot at noon in early June. Yang Jian was still wearing a thick suit for formality. In addition, he had been working all morning, and now his back was soaked with sweat. However, the boy stood still without any movement. , he didn’t dare to move.
After about twenty minutes, the young man waved his hand to the staff waiting on both sides, indicating that they could fill in the soil.
"Can I swipe my card?" the young man asked softly.
"Of course." Yang Jian quickly winked at Manager Chen behind him. Manager Chen didn't dare to neglect, took the POS machine from the colleague behind him and handed it to Yang Jian.
The young man took out the card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jian. Yang Jian glanced at it secretly. It was a limited edition black card from Citibank. It is said that if you want to own this card, your assets must be at least tens of billions, and you must be admitted to Citibank. Recognize your status and identity to qualify for this black card.
Yang Jian didn't dare to look any further. Although they had seen countless top tycoons and government executives at Fushan Cemetery, this was the first time for a young man of his class to come into contact with them. He knew that the less he knew, the better.
But despite this, when he signed the final payment, Yang Jian couldn't help but glance at the boy's name.
Zhang Ziqing.
Are there any big families named Zhang in China? Yang Jian quickly thought about it in his mind, but he really didn't have much impression of this important person with this surname. Maybe he was a descendant of a large family that cannot be made public, right?
The efficiency of the staff is very fast. Nowadays, soil filling is basically a machine operation. After setting the program, the machine will automatically start working. After Zhang Ziqing swiped the card and signed, the soil was almost filled.
Zhang Ziqing watched for a while. After all the soil was filled, two machines brought a heavy marble slab from the side and covered it on top of the cemetery.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, we haven't erected a tombstone yet. Our company also provides tombstone engraving services. He must be the top calligraphy master in the country." Yang Jian looked at the somewhat empty cemetery and suddenly remembered.
"It's okay, there's no need to erect a monument." Zhang Ziqing shook his head and said softly: "That's enough. You can go about your business. I'll stay here alone for a while."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang." Yang Jian nodded, turned around, winked at the colleagues behind him, and started walking out.
Although he was trying his best to restrain himself, the joy in Yang Jian's heart could not be concealed and was reflected on his face.
Nine cemeteries, 600 million, 3% commission, he made millions from this one business.
You must know that Manager Chen only earned five to six million after working at Fushan Cemetery for ten years, but he has only been working in this industry for more than two years, and he has already earned enough from this one business to be able to eat and drink for the rest of his life.
And after returning home, because of Mr. Zhang’s special status, he will also receive rewards and special care from the company, as well as promotions and salary increases. I heard that Manager Chen will be transferred to the head office soon, so the position of sales manager will be It's vacant.
It was hard to tell before, but now, thanks to the mysterious Mr. Zhang, this position is most likely his.
Zhang Ziqing naturally didn't care much about how a small thing he happened to change the trajectory of a person's life. After all, he had changed too many lives.
Buried in the tomb in front of them are naturally Li Zhihan's mother and daughter.
While on the Ferris wheel, Li Zhihan asked Zhang Ziqing to help her and her mother be buried together. Zhang Ziqing naturally agreed to such a small matter.
I just thought about that young woman with a lively and carefree personality. Half a month ago, she was still asking me with a smile whether she wanted to add WeChat.
Although she seemed very frivolous on the surface, Zhang Ziqing could see the fear of rejection in her eyes at a glance.
Only half a month later, the woman was already lying on the cold ground. Fortunately, she was buried with her mother, so she didn't have to be alone on the reincarnation road in the underworld.
"Ms. Li, we meet again. Unfortunately, only I can see you this time, but you can't see me."
I don't know when, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses held a bouquet of white roses in his hand, squatted in front of Li Zhihan's tomb, and gently spread the roses in bunches across the entire marble slab.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Ziqing was a little confused.
"At any rate, we have met a few times. We can be considered friends after all. When a friend dies, you can't come and send him a flower arrangement." Qin Shoumo answered casually: "Aren't you going to hold a funeral for him?"
"I don't have many friends, and no one will come after I do it."
"It seems that her life has been really miserable. Speaking of which, our Holy Mother in Heaven is really cruel. She threw her own sister into the mortal world without arranging for a better life. After thousands of years, You will die earlier than ever before." Qin Shoumo raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes seemed to have passed through the thick clouds and saw the Madonna of the Heavenly Palace who was imprisoned above the Nine Heavens.
