Chapter 98 The Emotional Anchor's Father Wants to Be Burried?
Chapter 98: The father of the emotional anchor wants to be buried? Jiuzhao National Wool
Author: Carrot to Heaven
Chapter 98: The father of the emotional anchor wants to be buried? Jiuzhao National Wool
When Yan Jiu came out of the boutique carrying a medium-sized gift bag, her cell phone rang again.
She thought it was Chu Liao.
But I found out it was an unfamiliar number.
After the call was answered, Yan Jiu found out that the caller was the father of "Chasing the Fluorescent". The other party saw the contact information at the top of her account and wanted to ask her to handle the funeral arrangements for "Chasing the Fluorescent".
Yan Jiu happily accepted.
I carried the gifts back to the funeral home.
Chu Liao, who was waiting hard for the gift and wanted to show off to the whole family, didn't know that he was about to be cheated by his sister.
Return to the attic.
The first person Yan Jiu saw was not her father who was "running after the fluorescent lights", but Li Xiaoli with red and swollen eyes.
Li Xiaoli's voice choked with sobs: "Sister Jiujiu, my grandpa...he is really gone."
Yan Jiu pursed her lips.
He patted Li Xiaoli on the shoulder with his free hand.
Then he looked at the employees standing in a row.
Yan Jiu's eyes were sharp, as if to say, "There are so many of you who make people cry like this."
She Liang looked confused.
Huang Xiaoqiang looked confused.
Jiang Azi was the first to understand Yan Jiu's eyes: "Ouch, Miss Li, please drink some water before crying."
Li Xiaoli cried and replied: "Thank you."
Yan Jiu: "..." Is this how you came to enlightenment?
never mind.
There was no one in the room.
She really can't force everyone to feel the same way.
As a curator.
Naturally, I have to go into battle in person.
Yan Jiu calculated the situation of Mr. Liu and said thoughtfully: "I have calculated the situation of your grandpa, do you want to know?"
When Li Xiaoli saw Yan Jiu suddenly becoming serious, she just imagined that her grandfather was not doing well in the underworld.
Just heard it.
Yan Jiu said seriously: "Your grandpa is currently playing mahjong with my grandpa Zeng and won two games."
Li Xiaoli's crying stopped suddenly. It didn't matter if she was crying or not crying.
So when Liu Fei arrived.
Li Xiaoli remained silent.
Liu Fei pursed his lips and said: "Director Yan, how much money does my grandfather need for his funeral? I will transfer it to you."
Yan Jiu's eyes slid from Liu Fei's damaged black leather shoes to the washed blue shirt.
Everything is left unsaid.
Liu Fei puffed up his chest: "I can borrow it!"
Li Xiaoli silently put a card into Liu Fei's hand: "Cousin, grandpa asked me to give this to you."
In order to protect Liu Fei's little face, she told a little lie in front of everyone.
Before Mr. Liu passed away.
She was really thinking about her eldest cousin who left the Liu family very early, but she didn't have time to leave a message, so Liu Fei rushed over and only had time to see him one last time.
Liu Fei took the card.
Within two seconds, he stuffed it back into Li Xiaoli's hand.
No matter who the owner of the card is.
He insisted on using his own money.
Li Xiaoli was anxious: "I'm not short of money. You are alone outside, so you have money so you can take care of yourself."
Liu Feizheng was solemn: "There is a way to live with money, and there is a way to live without money."
What else did Li Xiaoli want to say.
Yan Jiu didn't want to stay and listen to the two arguing: "You two can go back and fight. Now listen to She Liang's introduction, and finally choose a suitable day to bury the old man."
She Liang turned into a human form early.
In order to adapt to the current social environment, he specially grew a fashionable hairstyle like a sales consultant.
at this time.
She Liang shook out his white gloves at the right time. After putting them on both hands, he picked up the funeral product introduction book tucked under his arm, making his debut as a funeral director.
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Soon after.
The father who was "running after the fluorescent lights" came tremblingly. He was stooped, had a walleye in his left eye, and was blind in one eye. He looked like a simple and honest farmer's uncle.
There is a piece of yellowish paper in the pocket of his trousers. From the corner that emerges, it looks like a talisman or paper money.
He first asked with some embarrassment: "Is this a slow walk without going to the funeral home?"
Jiang Azi, who had been waiting for a long time, nodded and motioned for people to enter the building: "Yes, sir, I will take you to our curator."
Yan Jiu washes away the dust.
When I went downstairs, I saw an old man.
He said: "Wan Ying has a hard life. She has worked hard and stayed up all night to earn so much money, but she has no life to enjoy it."
Jiang Azi didn't know why, so he could only nod.
Wan Ying's father was still sighing: "I want her to die in a dignified way, but I can't let her be misunderstood by everyone."
The deeds of a mistress who "ran after fluorescent lights" were exposed, but he was illiterate and could not see the unpleasant things said by netizens.
As for why he knew about Yan Jiu, he only found out that Yan Jiu came from Zhushan after hearing the reminder from his daughter's fans and the reminder from the village Si Po.
Hear this.
Yan Jiu already knew what was going on.
It was nothing more than "running after the fluorescent lights". She only mentioned her main business, but did not tell her family about her side business.
Yan Jiu's eyes slid over Wan Ying's father's pocket and looked at the face of the person in front of him.
It is calculated that the other party has no wife, no children, and no children.
She did some calculations and found out that the other party was involved in a child trafficking case, and that the person who came here had something to hide, and it was not just as simple as asking her to prepare for Wan Ying's funeral.
Yan Jiu couldn't bear to say anything and just asked: "How does the old man want to bury the deceased?"
Wan Ying's father was stunned: "Can we just do the burial over there? Do you know how to read the acupoints? Can you follow me back to Zhushan to see the acupoints?"
Yan Jiu, who was about to go to the "den of thieves" to find out what was going on, raised his eyebrows and shook his head pretending to be serious.
Yan Jiu said: "The state does not allow burial."
Wan Ying's father hurriedly said: "Ah? But where we are buried, everyone agrees by default!"
Yan Jiu pretended to be surprised, and then said thoughtfully: "Since it is a common phenomenon among the elderly, it is easy to explain. After all, the country is also considerate. It is said that areas that do not have the conditions for cremation will provide burial support."
She looked at Huang Xiaoqiang.
Signaling people to prepare things for departure.
Then go back to the room.
Dialed Lang Zongyi's phone number.
at the same time.
In a mountain villa.
Lang Zongyi was wearing home clothes. He had not come down from the training ground, but he was as hot as a smoldering coal. Sweat soaked through his clothes and outlined his plump chest muscles.
It was obviously a torture.
Under the rolled up sleeves.
There was a healing needle puncture on his left arm, and the empty needle dropped casually on the carpet.
The curly hair was slightly damp from the pain and sweat, and a pair of black furry ears could be clearly seen.
The pointed animal ears are extremely abrupt on the human body, but they are not out of place for him.
It's like he was born this way.
Lang Zong closed his eyes, leaning on the corner with one leg bent, and time seemed to have stopped breathing.
When the cell phone rings.
The tips of the ears trembled slightly with sensitivity.
Lang Zongyi, who was waiting for the demonization to stop, suddenly opened his eyes. His pair of green eyes had a faint and ferocious light like a beast. His alertness slowly dropped to the critical point when he saw the source of the sound.
The steady footprints extended from the carpet to the other end, finally stopping next to the cell phone that kept ringing.
Lang Zongyi looked down at the call note and tried hard to think about who the "sponsor" was.
When the ringtone is about to automatically hang up.
Lang Zongyi pressed dial.
He rubbed his brow tiredly.
The voice is hoarse.
"Hello."
Yan Jiu: "..." Listen to this thought-provoking voice.
Did she make the call at the wrong time?
Yan Jiu coughed: "Excuse me."
Lang Zongyi's voice was full of laziness: "Is there something wrong with Director Yan?"
The implication.
It's okay to hang up.
Yan Jiu said straightforwardly: "Well, if I accidentally destroy a criminal group, such as catching a suspect who has not been arrested, is there any reward?"
Lang Zongyi pondered for a moment.
He thought about Yan Jiu's words with a not sober mind, and finally came to the conclusion that Yan Jiu wanted to steal the country's wool.
Lang Zongyi nodded and said: "You are short of money."
Yan Jiu sighed: "There is no shortage, but there is no shortage. Who told me to have a large number of employees who are waiting for food to be fed?"
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said nothing.
I don't know which word "Yan Jiu" touched Lang Zongyi's nerves. Lang Zongyi twitched his ears and fell silent.
