The more friends you have, the easier your journey will be.
Although the boss has a bad temper and is stubborn, he has traveled extensively over the years and has made many close friends.
Didn't Feng Dali say that the other party has a good background?
Do we have a small background?
Zhang Sanfen said: "Go back to the funeral parlor first. I'm not worried about the underground morgue. I'll check it out first."
I nodded to express my understanding.
The underground morgue is the most important part of Nanshan Funeral Home. If someone had tampered with it in advance, we wouldn't have anywhere to cry.
When I returned to Nanshan Funeral Home, I saw that everything was normal with the day shift staff.
Some people are going through cremation procedures, and some are selling funeral supplies.
Director Gu didn't seem to be affected by the acquisition at all, and was still doing his job faithfully.
Zhang Sanfen and I didn't bother him, but directly opened the back door and went to the night shift management hall.
After entering, I saw that the yard was in a mess. There were cigarette butts, footprints, and two mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the floor that were particularly conspicuous.
I frowned when I saw it.
This place is the working area of the night shift management staff, and they usually clean it themselves.
The floor is so dirty now, it's obvious that someone has broken in.
Zhang Sanfen took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Fei's number.
The phone rang several times before someone answered the call.
But an old voice came from inside: "Boss Zhang."
Zhang Sanfen's expression suddenly darkened.
He said coldly: "Who are you?"
The old man opposite smiled and said: "My surname is Mo, and I come from northern Zhejiang."
"Are you looking for Mr. Zhao? I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao is a guest here, but he drank too much and hasn't woken up yet."
The anger in my heart suddenly increased.
There are too many drunkards!
Although Zhao Fei loves money, he is very reliable in doing things.
Helping us guard Nanshan Funeral Home during this time can be regarded as conscientious.
How could he come to drink with you as a guest?
Moreover, even if you drink too much, you can just answer his phone call?
Zhang Sanfen was very calm. He said calmly: "Zhao Fei had better be fine. Otherwise, your Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank will not even think about going back!"
The old man opposite said with a smile: "Of course Mr. Zhao is fine."
"I also hope that he will introduce some famous outlaws."
"But I don't need him now. Director Feng just called me and arranged for us to meet tonight."
Zhang Sanfen said: "Then I'm looking forward to meeting you tonight."
The old man opposite also smiled and said: "Similarly, I'm also looking forward to meeting you tonight."
Zhang Sanfen hung up the phone, then took a deep breath and said, "The caller is not evil!"
It's true that he came with bad intentions.
I originally thought that the other party wanted to buy Nanshan Funeral Home just to have the ability to protect themselves when troubled times came.
Even if it is an acquisition, it must be done according to the rules.
But now I don't think so.
He dared to tie up Zhao Fei, and his tone of voice was extremely disrespectful to us.
They don't seem to be afraid of offending their bosses at all.
It’s really a bad idea!
Zhang Sanfen pondered for a moment and said: "Lao He, go and prepare things. If you may need them, bring them out and prepare them for me!"
"I'm going to check the underground morgue. If there's a corpse in there, I'll make them walk around without food!"
Seeing that Zhang Sanfen's face was ashen, I didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly went to the car to prepare things.
Demon-killing thorns, rune swords, and various other things that may be useful are all divided into categories and placed in two packages respectively.
The owner of the tantric iron rod carries it with him, so I don’t need to make any arrangements.
After I finished all this, Zhang Sanfen also walked out of the underground morgue.
His face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he ordered me: "Drive to Fuping Hotel!"
When I saw him holding the tantric iron rod in his hand, my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I said, "Boss, something happened?"
"Is there a body in there?"
Zhang Sanfen turned his head, and I realized that his eyes were full of anger.
"You bastard! How dare you break into my morgue and open my willow coffin! You are seeking death!"
My heart skipped a beat, and then I almost screamed.
Is this a fucking businessman or a robber!
There are more than a hundred coffins in the underground morgue.
Four of them are the most special.
A bronze ghost coffin locked with iron chains, inside is a female ghost who can tell fortunes.
One is a sarcophagus with human faces on it, and inside is a corpse with thousands of people and thousands of faces.
There is also a coffin that is entirely golden. I still don’t know whether it is pure gold or gold-plated.
Inside is said to be the legendary golden undead corpse.
The last one is actually unremarkable, just an ordinary willow coffin.
There are rusty coffin nails on the coffin, there are signs of decay on the wood, and there is no Yin Qi on it.
This is also the coffin that I can’t see through the most.
The remaining coffins contain one to suppress ghosts and two to suppress corpses. They all belong to a very distinctive category.
But this seemingly ordinary willow coffin can actually be ranked alongside these three coffins!
And the person who broke into the underground morgue opened this willow coffin!
Not fastidious! So not fastidious!
The powerful dragon has yet to defeat the local snake! These people have not even purchased the Nanshan Funeral Home, but they dare to open the coffin in the underground morgue and conduct an autopsy!
Who can bear this?
Without saying a word, I drove the car and stepped on the accelerator, and soon turned into the Huaian Road Viaduct.
The journey was very fast, and in less than half an hour, we had arrived at the Fuqiang Hotel.
I parked the car in the open parking lot and threw a handbag to Zhang Sanfen.
Then we carried our bags and went straight to the service hall.
Look at the time, it's seven fifty now.
There are still ten minutes left before the party starts.
But it doesn't matter.
I originally wanted to have a good talk with the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Banks, but they don't follow the rules, so naturally we don't follow the rules either.
The waiter quickly took us to the private room.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a lot of people inside, at least more than ten people.
One of the drake's voice was full of flattery and said: "Mr. Mo, it is really a happy thing that Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank can come to the north to develop this time."
"You don't know that since Yu Bushun in northwestern Shanxi rebelled, many important and scarce materials have been missing."
"If you can come here to supply goods, we, the exorcists in North China, will warmly welcome you!"
"Don't worry! I'm quite famous in the provincial capital. When Zhang San sees me, he has to call me uncle. No matter what happens between you, I can settle it!"
Another person chuckled and said: "Zhang San is young after all. Young people only love two things, one is a name and the other is a woman."
"Mr. Mo, it's hard to spend money on him. You'd better give him some beautiful women and arrange a temporary position for him in a commercial bank. Such conditions are easy to win."
As soon as this person finished speaking, another person shouted at the top of his lungs: "Let me tell you, Mr. Mo's purchase of Zhang San's Nanshan Funeral Home has given him a huge favor!"
"If Zhang San doesn't agree, then he won't give Mr. Mo face! Mr. Mo, don't worry, if Zhang San doesn't give you face, we won't tolerate him either! When the time comes, we will squeeze Nanshan Funeral Home out of the provincial capital...
"
I was furious when I heard it outside, and then I kicked it violently, and immediately kicked the door open.
The kick was so strong that everyone in the room immediately stopped talking and then turned to look at us.
Immediately afterwards, the faces of the group of people suddenly changed. He stammered: "Zhang...Zhang San..."
Zhang San paid no attention to this group of people and walked forward.
Seeing us coming in, a man with a red face smiled and said: "Zhang San! Long time no see! I miss you, brother!"
"Come on, brother, let me introduce you to him. This is Mr. Mo Wen from northern Zhejiang."
"Let me tell you, you are very lucky this year. Do you know that Mr. Mo Wen is in charge of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Commercial Bank?"
"..."
He was talking nonchalantly, but Zhang Sanfen interrupted him unceremoniously, stared at the old man he introduced and said, "Are you Mo Wen?"
The old man opposite was energetic and full of arrogance.
He was wearing a moon-white Tang suit and had a pair of glasses on his nose.
There were two hunky-backed men standing behind him.
When Zhang Sanfen asked, the old man didn't answer, but said calmly: "Are you Zhang Sanfen?"
"It is said that Zhang Sanfen of North China is considered a figure in the northern region. Now it seems, hehe..."
With just these words, the faces of the men around him immediately became strange.
Something is wrong!
They are all well-known exorcists in the neighborhood. With the coming of the end of the Dharma era, even the Secret Bureau has to appease them and even rely on them.
Otherwise Feng Dali would not have invited these people.
But what did everyone think before coming?
Isn't it just about eating and drinking, giving each other face, and settling things?
But what's going on? The principals of both sides just met, and they smelled such a strong smell of gunpowder!
Zhang Sanfen stared at Mo Wen and said, "You entered my underground morgue?"
Mo Wen said calmly: "Since you want to buy Nanshan Funeral Home, of course you have to see what corpses are there first."
Zhang Sanfen nodded slightly and said, "Very good! Aren't you going to give me an explanation?"
My eyelids jumped because I found that Zhang Sanfen had put his hand on the handle of the tantric iron rod.
He is ready to take action!
A well-dressed middle-aged man advised: "Zhang San, Director Feng hasn't come yet, why don't you sit down and wait..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Wen's eyes across from him were full of contempt: "I want to see the corpse you collected, do I have to explain to you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfen jumped up, kicked his feet, and threw two plates of fragrant dishes towards Mo Wen.
At the same time, the tantric iron rod in his hand went straight to Mo Wen's head with a whining sound!
This moment became hasty. No one expected that Zhang Sanfen would take action under such circumstances!
The surrounding guests were shocked and took two steps back subconsciously to avoid being splashed with overturned dishes and tea.
But then they screamed again.
Damn it! Is Zhang Sanfen trying to kill someone?
If this iron rod hits a person's head, wouldn't it also knock out the brains?