Chapter 893 The Colorful Coffin (16)

"Chen Jiu, I'm a mud horse!" The young man roared angrily.

I ignored him and walked towards You Shusong. In my heart, You Shusong's status should be higher than that of the young boss. After all, when I was in Quyang, I often saw You Shusong and Wan Yang following Wang Muyang, which should be Wang Muyang's right-hand man, and the young boss probably was just a small character next to Wang Muyang.

"You Shusong, you have also seen the situation now. I don't want to go to the police station because of the funeral. It's not good for you Eight Great King Kongs or our Eight Immortals. I advise you to go back to your north this time. I'm so anxious. I can only hand over these photos to the police. I believe that the police will give us a satisfactory hospitality, for example, keep your group for 7 days? By then, the funeral will be completed."

I said this because I wanted You Shusong to stop, mainly because I didn’t want to make trouble with him. Whether it was the Eight Great Vajra or the Eight Immortals, they were all coffin-carrying makers, and they were half of them. It’s just that the things that our two factions pursued were different.

You Shusong ignored me and looked at the young boss, as if asking about his opinion. This made me slightly stunned. The young boss's identity is higher than You Shusong? No! The young boss only went out to work hard when he was in his first year of high school. It has only been four years since then. He was deceived to do a pyramid scheme for a while. How did he do it?

At this moment, I looked at the young boss. Before he could speak, he took a few deep breaths and returned to his previous appearance. He could not see any anger. He heard him say, "Chen Jiu, you are quite right. If this matter continues, I will not be good for you and I, so let's do it! You won today. As apologize, we can temporarily withdraw from the funeral, and you have to show your sincerity, such as the photos in your hands."

I understand his meaning. He was worried that I would hand over the photo to the police, so he said, "Just temporarily?"

He nodded and smiled, "You don't want us to withdraw from the funeral just like this, do you?"

I was stunned. The young boss and You Shusong came from the north from all over the world. How could he withdraw from the funeral? He asked him, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple. You want to handle this funeral, and we want to handle it too. The dispute between the two companies is the main family. I believe that with the respect of your deceased, you should not want such a thing to happen!"

For example, in 2003, a big-name actress passed away. All those who carried her coffin were respected. Even a certain Heavenly King was willing to act as a fake immortal to carry her coffin for a while.

Made, is this respect? This is a pure show of flaunting, showing off his ability to Huang Yi grab the business of the Eight Immortals in the Eight Immortals Palace and show off his ability. In other words, he also took this opportunity to convey a message to the villagers near the Eight Immortals Palace, that is, their eight Vajras are more capable than our Eight Immortals.

After thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay, let's follow the industry rules and violate it, and there will be five thunderstorms in the sky."

But, according to this industry rules, I am the lord of the Eight Immortals Palace, and my identity among the Eight Immortals is pretty good. But, if you look at social status, I’m not even a big deal. I have no money and no name.

What I am worried about is the rules of coffin carryrs. In our industry, there is such a rule that those who carry coffin must be respected. In some places, some particularly famous people will be invited to carry coffins. The purpose is to make the deceased look shining on their faces.

In this way, Song Guangliang's funeral will still fall into the hands of the young boss and others, which is something I really don't want to see.

The little boss obviously saw what I meant and said, "Okay, go against it, and the sky will hit five thunders."

The reason I swear is that it is very obvious that no matter what the result is, both of us must respect this result.

"Jiujizi, I really read you correctly. My young body is pretending to be stubborn. This kind of person is very angry as a friend, but he is very good as an enemy. I am very glad that my enemy is you."

I made a misstep and almost fell down. Fortunately, Yang Yan grabbed me.

I didn't say anything, and looked at Yang Yan, Gao Lao and the others. Gao Lao said, "Chen Baxian, the deceased died in Qingming Festival. It has been a day since then. A funeral must be held tomorrow. The day after tomorrow must be carried up the mountain. Time is a bit tight, so we must confirm the funeral as soon as possible."

I cursed inwardly, and didn't say anything. I couldn't help but speed up a little bit. I just wanted to leave here early, mainly because the scene was too awkward.

As he said that, the little boss burst into laughter.

He looked up at the sky, "It's noon now, at 6 p.m.! After that, no matter which one of you and me is doing a funeral, it will take time to prepare for the funeral. After all, the road will be opened early tomorrow morning."

The young boss paused and continued, "This is it! I'll give you some advice. If you agree, we all sit down and talk. If you don't agree, you should know that with our strength, we were arrested today and released tomorrow morning. After all, we didn't do anything illegal, at most we would just pay some money."

"Yes!" the village chief came over and said to me, "Little brother, we must put the dead first."

Mad, I cursed inwardly, and I understood more or less why the young boss was doing well. Mad, just like this, he could do well anywhere.

I'm grass!

However, the young man has already used the rules of the coffin-carrying maker to explain the matter. If I refuse, it would seem that I would not respect the rules and would lose my heart. More importantly, I cannot do anything that violates the rules. After all, the rules of our business are the foundation of our business. What is the difference between violating this and disobeying people?

That little boss may be the one who likes my personality and puts forward industry rules.

I nodded, ignored the little boss, said a few simple words of thanks to the village chief, and led Yang Yan and the others toward the Eight Immortals Palace. The little boss's voice came from behind, "Jiujizi, I haven't mentioned the location yet. As apologize, let's set the location in the Eight Immortals Palace! It's also a respect for you Eight Immortals."

I was slightly stunned. They meant to ask me to have a peace talk with the boss, and I had roughly guessed some of the content of the peace talks, and it should be the use of the coffin-carrying rules to determine the ownership of the funeral.

I was about to refuse, but the voice of the young boss came again, "Jiujizi, we are both coffin-carrying makers. We must discuss the funeral, so we must naturally be in a majestic place. The Eight Immortals Palace has been built now, so it is still OK to hold a meeting. If it really doesn't work, we can stand and discuss the funeral with you."

When everyone present heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt particularly bitter. According to industry rules, the young and old people obviously have advantages. More importantly, behind the young and old people is Wang Muyang, and behind the Wang Muyang is the Metaphysical Association. He casually asked a few people from the Metaphysical Association to come and serve as a scene, which is enough to prove the words of respect.

And I am all ordinary mud-legged farmers, and even food and clothing are problems. It has nothing to do with the word "respect". If we follow the industry rules, we have no chance of winning. We can even say that we can only watch the little boss and the others take over the funeral.

I knew he was sarcastic about me, but he was talking about the facts, so he asked him: "What time!"

After walking about a few dozen meters, the Gao man grabbed me and said, "Chen Baxian, according to industry rules, we have no chance of winning!"

I said no, and asked Yang Yan if he could invite some respected people to come and support the scene. He said that all he knew were doctors, and it was a bit too late. More importantly, the young boss and the others would definitely invite people from the Metaphysical Society. Even if they invited the doctors to come, it would be useless.

I thought about calling Mr. Jiang again, but Mr. Jiang had already said that he had no time.

I thought about calling Qing Xuanzi again, and he seemed to have entered the Metaphysical Society. But when I thought of Wanming Tower, my expression of leaving, I suppressed this thought.

Made, can you really have to let the young boss and the others hold the funeral? And I can only watch them hold the funeral?
Chapter completed!