I opened the night shift management manual, and the first sentence on it was: Every family has its own rules, and every business has its own rules.
Next, comes the scope of my work. After eight o'clock in the evening, all affairs of the funeral home are handled solely by the night shift management staff, and no one else is allowed to interfere.
This sentence made me frown slightly.
I thought I was here as a small clerk, but I didn’t expect that I would have such great power?
At eight o'clock in the evening, everything here is decided by the night shift manager?
I didn't believe it, so I quickly took out my cell phone and called Zhang Sanfen.
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Sanfen answered the call very quickly, but his tone was a little impatient: "What's wrong?"
I said: "Boss, someone asked if the body would be collected. It was inside the black brick kiln..."
Before I finished speaking, the other person interrupted me: "You want to ask me just this little thing? Make up your own mind!"
Before I could speak, there was a busy signal on the other end of the phone.
I'm a little angry, what kind of attitude is this!
I had just started working in a funeral parlor, and I was not familiar with everything here. I had no idea how to collect a body, how much it cost, or who to send it to.
Even if I work for you, I have to be familiar with the business. At the very least, you can find someone to take care of me, right?
In anger, I said to the man: "Sorry, buddy, I can't take your job."
Didn’t you let me make my own decision? Then I won’t accept it!
The man suddenly became anxious and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, little brother, look, I will increase the price for you, it will cost you 800 yuan a piece!"
"Little brother, you see, those workers are also poor people. They were trafficked to do hard labor when they were alive. They don't even have a place to rest when they die, right?"
"Even if you don't care about that commission, you still have to think about your own honest and kind heart!"
When I heard the word commission, I blinked my eyes and asked, "What about that? How much can I get for collecting a corpse?"
The man was stunned, and then blinked as well: "Brother, have you not read the night shift management manual yet? According to the regulations above, you will earn half of the income from corpse collection, and the funeral home will earn half."
"Of course, if you feel that some jobs are difficult to do, you can still raise the price..."
At that time, I had a series of thoughts in my mind!
A corpse costs 800 yuan, how can I earn 400 yuan?
I kept a calm expression on my face and asked again: "How many corpses are there?"
The man answered quickly: "Eight bodies!"
My mind began to calculate quickly. Eight corpses were charged 6,400 yuan, half of which was mine, which was 3,200 yuan!
Damn it! Before, I thought that the basic salary of five thousand yuan a month was too low, and Zhang Sanfen was too stingy.
Now it seems like this is stingy?
That’s so generous, okay!
No, I have to take this job tonight! Isn’t it just eight corpses? I took it!
I said righteously: "Brother, you are right. Those black workers are a group of poor people. They were abused when they were alive, and they didn't even have a place to rest in peace after they died."
"I'll take this job!"
"But 800 yuan per body is a must-have!"
The man was overjoyed, took out a wad of banknotes from his bag and stuffed it over him: "Little brother, I told you I was right. He is full of justice at a young age. He will definitely be a leader in the circle and a master in the industry in the future!
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I thought it was okay.
As for this job, I'll quit as soon as I finish paying off Zhang Sanfen's debt.
I will be looking for a girlfriend from now on!
But...if you can make enough money here, it doesn't seem impossible to stay for another year or two.
I was thinking wildly, but the man was full of compliments and handed over a business card.
There is only one name and phone number on the business card,
I took a casual look and saw that his name was Zhao Fei. There was no unit or position written on the business card.
But I don't care. He paid for it, I collected the body, and settled the matter in cash.
Holding a heavy pile of money in my hand, I had an unreal feeling.
But after receiving the money, you have to do things well for them.
I put the money in my pocket and returned to my single dormitory with the night shift management manual.
I have to take a good look at this manual to avoid not understanding anything and messing things up.
When you look at it, you can see the evening.
And the more I looked at it, the more my hands and feet became cold and I cried out.
According to the night shift management manual, there are two types of body collection.
One is that someone else brings it over, and the night shift manager is responsible for sending the body to the morgue.
The other option is to go out into the field, that is, drive outside to collect the body.
Generally speaking, there are more or less problems with corpses delivered at night.
For example, if someone's body is disturbed by cats and dogs during a funeral, and if there are signs of decomposition, it will be sent to the funeral home for processing.
For another example, if someone died unjustly, his eyes were not closed after death, and his body was piled high in a mountain, he would be sent here.
What is even more sinister is the corpse of someone who committed suicide. Depending on the method of suicide, there are different kinds of weirdness.
All in all, a normal person's corpse would not be delivered in the middle of the night.
The body that Zhao Fei asked me to collect was definitely not as simple as I thought!
Thinking of this, I immediately took out my mobile phone and called Zhao Fei.
As soon as the call was connected, I suppressed my anger and asked: "Brother, is there something wrong with these eight corpses?"
Zhao Fei recognized my voice and said with a smile: "Little brother, it depends on what you asked. If it were normal, I wouldn't ask you to collect it, right?"
I said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"
Zhao Fei still laughed along and said, "Little brother, we can't move those eight coffins."
According to Zhao Fei, the case of the black brick kiln has been solved, and the suspects who should be shot should be shot, and those who should be jailed should be jailed.
The victims were sent home alive, while those who were dead and whose identities could not be verified were temporarily restrained in coffins, and then an announcement was made to wait for the family members of the deceased to come and collect them.
Originally, these corpses would be sent to the funeral parlor during the day, but a strange thing happened during the transportation.
These coffins are extremely heavy, like solid iron lumps!
Four or five young and strong men worked together, but they could only move the coffin a few centimeters!
This made people look at it and call it evil.
A shriveled corpse weighs no more than a hundred kilograms in total, and even with the coffin, it only weighs one hundred forty or fifty kilograms.
How is it possible that four or five people can’t lift it?
At that time, some people who did not believe in evil were angry and took out their mobile phones to call for a crane. He did not believe that even the crane was helpless with these coffins!
But before he made the call, he was stopped by someone.
The person who stopped him was the police forensic doctor, who was responsible for the autopsy work of the black laborers.
This man was an old man over sixty years old. He told the person in charge that there was a reason why the coffin could not be moved. If he insisted on taking it away with a crane, even if it was taken away, there would be endless trouble.
This matter must be left to professional corpse collectors.
Who is the professional body collector? Of course it is me, the freshly minted night shift manager.