After watching Elle Hyman leave, none of the body collectors were willing to leave. They gathered back in Old John's house again. Compared to before, the atmosphere became more lively. Everyone was whispering to each other and discussing with people they knew well.
for this unusual transaction.
The more they talked about it, the more they felt that this matter was of great significance to them. Elle opened a door to a new world for them. The deal was really done, and their fate as corpse collectors would undergo a huge change.
But what it will become, they really can't describe based on their lack of imagination. At most, they will have enough food and clothing every day, and there will be enough food at home. If the old trees bloom, they can find a good match, even with their children.
Yes, it's like returning from hell to heaven.
"Ahem!" Old John cleared his throat.
The corpse collector with long eyes immediately said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet, everyone, be quiet. Father John has something to say."
Old John's eyes passed over the faces of all the body collectors one by one, and there was a light called hope on them. This kind of thing is so precious. He can't remember when he saw this look on the body collectors.
thing.
Even if there is, it will soon be wiped out by the cruel reality, and what is left is endless despair and numbness. A sudden jealousy surges in my heart. Why didn't this kind of thing happen thirty years earlier? Even if it takes twenty years, at least I will have a new life.
The opportunity came.
This negative emotion was quickly suppressed by Old John to the deepest part of his heart, and he tapped his cane lightly.
"It's not that I want to pour cold water on everyone, but I have to prepare for the worst in everything. What if this thing doesn't work out? If it does happen, what should I do if the expected results are not achieved? The expected results are achieved, among which
How to distribute the benefits? Things like the previous disagreements over dozens of coppers must not happen again. After all, this is no longer our internal matter, but involves everyone's common sponsor."
"Dad's knowledge is prudent and everything makes sense. Dad, there are no outsiders now. Can you help us analyze what the other party is planning? How sure are we of this matter? What should we do?"
"What are you trying to do? Didn't I just say that? In order to promote your own medical clinic and earn a good reputation, no matter what you are trying to do, it has nothing to do with us. Even if they can make huge benefits from it, don't do it.
Jealousy, we just need to do our own thing well, otherwise, others can kick us out and start a new business at any time. If you want others to use us, you must show the value of being used. It is too far away to consider anything else."
Old John's eyes shone with the light of wisdom. He became mature with age. Even if he didn't know a word of Chinese characters, he had lived for so many years and had seen a lot of things. His experience was naturally better than that of a young boy. He had the best reputation among corpse collectors.
Such a great reputation is definitely not as simple as having a good temper and living a long time.
Old John paused for a moment, organized his words, and then said: "This transaction is unprecedented, and I can't make an evaluation, but one thing is certain, no matter whether it is bad or good, it will be good for us.
Harvest, after all, we have nothing to lose, it’s just the size of the gain. It doesn’t matter. What I really want to say is that this time we must unite and we can no longer hang around aimlessly like before.”
"What kind of unity method? Dad, just say it, we will all listen to you!"
"This time we have to draw the territory, but we can't simply divide it and forget about it. After all, the territory has good and bad territory, especially those where large and small arenas are located, there must be many injuries..."
Old John's eyes lit up and he recited the arena in his mind more than a dozen times. He seemed to have vaguely grasped the true intention of the yet-to-be-masked donor.
I'm afraid that the street patients are just a cover, and they are going after the gladiators. Now Solo City is warming up for the triennial gladiatorial competition. The gladiatorial fights in various arenas are in full swing, and there are many casualties every day.
If they were slightly injured, it would be okay to say that the slave owners would hire a doctor for them in order to earn more wealth. If they were seriously injured, unless they were famous gladiators, the slave owners would be stingy and unwilling to spend an extra copper on them.
At most, they spend a few coppers to hire a body collector to transport the matter away. As for how the body collector handles the matter, that is their business.
They were a group of fighting men wandering on the edge of life and death. The most unlucky ones were the knight-level servants. Knight-level people were not uncommon. Even if they could save one of them, it would still be a profit. If this was the case, how high would the opponent's medical skills be?
What's going on? He actually had the idea to do this.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy John, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Old John shook his white-haired head, suppressing this speculation in his heart, and was not prepared to mention it to anyone. As he said just now, it doesn't matter what the other party is planning, as long as they can get it out of it.
Just get their share, he said mockingly.
"As people get older, they have all kinds of problems. Sorry, I was distracted just now. Let's go on to say that places with more injuries will get more benefits. Let's not talk about equal distribution. After all, we work in places with many injuries.
The volume is also large, and everyone has earned their hard-earned money. We implement a rotation method, divide it into different sites, and rotate it. Do you think this method is feasible?"
"This method is good. We should have done this a long time ago. It can not only reflect more work but also take care of fairness. If you have fewer injuries during the rotation, you can't blame others. You can only blame yourself for your bad luck. I
Let’s look at this method.”
"I also think this method is good."
"I agree."
"I agree."
"Okay, now that we have decided on the method, we will divide the areas based on past experience..."
Demarcating areas is a relatively tedious task. Although the rotation method is adopted, fairness is generally solved.
But which district is larger and which is smaller must also be considered. After all, it is quite a feat for one person to collect corpses three times a day.
If the designated area is too large, it cannot be taken care of. Judging from the requirements of the funder, they attach great importance to timeliness, otherwise they would not send people to help them repair the corpse truck.
Everything else is secondary, meeting the donor's requirements is the most important.
Driven by interests, everyone was full of energy and discussed until late at night, still not feeling sleepy. It was not until Old John drove people away that he realized that it was almost getting dark. He squinted for a while and was about to go to work, but he didn't.
A person feels sleepy and full of energy.
Eller's boss, who never showed up, was a vigorous and resolute man. Eller only brought the letter back the night before. Early the next morning, three waves of people came in one after another in the Forgotten Alley.
The first wave was a group of Andis people wearing linen coats and covering their noses and mouths with linen. Not surprisingly, they were the doctors from the medical clinic that was much discussed among the lower-class people in Solo City.
The second wave was of people dressed as waiters, who transported several carts of grain in succession, and set up five or six large pots on the street outside Old John's Gate. At dawn, the hot water in the pots was already gushing.
bubble.
The last wave was a large group of carpenters who came in carrying tools and wood.
This also reflects the other party's confidence. He is sure that the corpse collector will not reject him. He has made all preparations in advance and is just waiting for the corpse collector to nod.
The leader of the third team was still Al Heyman, who said to Old John with a smile: "Originally, our boss was going to come in person today, but a seriously injured patient was sent here this morning, and he needed to be treated personally, and he couldn't get away.
, come and visit Papa John another day.”
"I can't afford it, I can't afford it. I should take the initiative to visit your boss. I'm afraid I will bring all this bad luck into your store and affect your business."
"Dad, I don't dare to say that. Without your sacrifice and dedication, this city would have long been reduced to a smelly city of death. This is what our boss said. Not only has our boss never looked down on you, but he has treated you very badly."
You praise me so much that if my father is willing to come to your door, my boss will definitely go out to greet you personally."
"Your boss really said that?" Old John couldn't help but straighten his waist, and his eyes were shining brightly. From Eller's words, he heard a sense of recognition, which was undoubtedly for the man who had been a body collector all his life.
kind of recognition.
Although he did not engage in the business of collecting corpses entirely out of voluntariness, and he did not necessarily have much love for it, he had been doing it for a lifetime, and some things had been integrated into his bones.
"These are my boss's original words. Even if I make them up, I can't make them up to such a high level." Eller said with a smile, "Dad can confirm this for himself after meeting my boss."
"No, no, if you say this, my life will not be in vain." Old John murmured to himself, "I must meet your boss, and I must meet your boss before I die.
"
"It's hard to say if I want to meet our boss. After the arrangements are made here, I have to go back. Then I will ask them to use a trailer to bring dad over."
"Isn't this just inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with this? My boss is not a nobleman. He needs to be notified in advance when meeting. I will pass on the message in the middle. There will always be times when it is not in place. It is also a good thing for dad to meet our boss in person. It can make peace of mind.
Gentlemen, our boss is the most talkative person I have ever seen."
When he said the last sentence, Eller couldn't help but smile. He suddenly remembered the trepidation he used to have when meeting his boss.
"That's okay, but I have to go back and clean up." Old John turned around and wanted to go back to his house, trying to make himself more respectable so as to live up to the other party's evaluation.
"Dad, this is not possible. I still need your help here! What should I do if you leave?" Eller grabbed Old John.
"I messed up my sense of proportion. Business is more important, business is more important."
Eller said to the body collectors who had gathered around after hearing the news: "Our boss is kind. He agreed to all the things you asked for last night. We will provide free medical treatment for ourselves and our family members. But there are ugly words ahead. There is no such thing as
Medical skills are omnipotent, we can only do our best, and we cannot guarantee whether we can cure it."
"This is natural, this is natural. If your boss can agree to help with the treatment, it is already an act of supreme benevolence. Don't dare to force anything else. Don't dare to force anything else."
"The manpower of transferred doctors is limited. Please seek medical treatment in accordance with the order. Don't worry, these doctors will not be transferred back before everyone has been examined. Our boss also provides free porridge and soup to those who are delayed from work today to make ends meet.
To apologize for missing work."
"Your boss is really thoughtful. It's a great blessing to be able to work with such a boss."
Many cadaver collectors expressed their sincere gratitude. Although not all cadaver collectors had enough food left in their homes, most of them were living in poverty. A day's loss of income would be enough for them to feel distressed.
Many people also plan that if they don't go to work today, they don't need to do any strenuous work, and they just have to tighten their belts to get through the day. It would be nice to save a little food. After all, it still takes two months for the wild to have life and to get some wild food.
goods to subsidize household expenses.
Being able to have a meal of hot porridge, even if they were half full but not hungry, made these corpse collectors very fond of the boss who had never been seen before, and they were very motivated to cooperate.
Although the scale of the corpse collectors in Solo City is not small, it is a special industry after all, and the number of people cannot be really that large. After all, there are less than a hundred people. Most of them are alone, and only a handful of them have family members. In total,
There are only about 200 people.
After a long time, Eller basically became familiar with the rest, and he arranged everything properly without Old John, which made Old John who was following him sigh in his heart, a young waiter has such ability, and the boss also
What will happen? I can't help but look forward to the upcoming meeting.