Chapter 189 There Is No Bargaining in This Business

Although everyone calls him Lao Qian, he is not old at all. He looks only in his twenties.

"Who is looking for me?"

Liu Mei glanced at Mu Chun.

"Lao Qian, be careful. Don't try to make money. Something happened recently."

There is no bargaining in this kind of business, and there is no comparison between different stores. Liu Mei doesn't care what Mu Chun says behind closed doors. He hears everything clearly in the store.

"Don't mention that. The kind that is related to crime is the most annoying. I won't be so unlucky. If it happens a second time, I will quit. It's quite profitable to sell tin foil."

"How long has the person been dead?"

"No one is dead. I'm just unemployed. I don't have a job and want to learn a job that can make a living."

"You? You want to do this job?"

"Yes, I have learned makeup. I still have the strength to move corpses. I can also cry. I am very good at crying. I just heard from people in my hometown that this industry is profitable, especially in big cities. The wholesale price of a silk shroud is 90 yuan, and it can be sold for 1,288 yuan."

Old Qian squinted his eyes and the flesh on his face trembled. This man is really ugly. There is actually not much flesh on his body, but this face can be said to be full of flesh.

In addition to being fat, he is also a little dark. This dark is not the kind of dark that is tanned by the sun. I always feel that there is a kind of smoke that is always on the face and can't be washed off.

Smoked meat, yes, it's almost like that.

Lao Qian looked at Mu Chun for a while, and he didn't know what he could see with his small eyes.

"Oh, you want to learn skills from me, right?"

"Yes, I have no money, so I have no choice. I want to learn and open a store in the suburbs."

"You can speak the local dialect, right?"

"Yes, I can speak quite a lot. I learn the local dialect quite quickly."

Lao Qian nodded, "Knowing the local dialect is an advantage. The guy next door, Jin Zhugan, was good at speaking the local dialect. How much business did he take away from me?"

"Don't worry, boss. I can speak the local dialect very well. It's no problem to make the fake look real and the good mixed with the good."

Lao Qian was very happy with this The young worker was quite satisfied with the job. Just when he was about to ask Muchun how much salary he thought was appropriate, someone next door shouted, "Is the boss here?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes, oh, it's Lao Hu, is the old lady gone?"

The old man called Lao Hu pushed his bicycle and nodded, "I was going to call you, but now I think about it, I still need a certificate from the hospital, so I'll come to help you."

"Oh, oh, okay, I'll come."

Mu Chun agreed in the local dialect.

Old Qian looked at Muchun, who was in his early thirties, and probably wanted to learn something and do business on his own. It seemed that paying him less would not be a problem, and having more hands would not be a problem, so as not to always rely on Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang was not afraid of hardship, but he was too honest and stubborn.

How could such a stubborn person do business with a dead person?

After Lao Qian greeted Lao Hu and asked Lao Hu to go to the hospital, he asked Mu Chun where his hometown was, how many people were in his family, where he lived now, whether he was afraid of wearing funeral clothes in the middle of the night, whether he could get up, etc.

Mu Chun nodded all the time, and was very sincere. As long as you take me in, I am willing to do anything.

Look, in front of Mu Chun is an old lady in her eighties. The old lady's body is still warm and looks no different from sleeping. The only difference is that she is not breathing.

Lao Qian glared at Mu Chun, "What do you mean by not breathing? The biggest difference between a dead person and a sleeping person is that a dead person will become cold and hard. Hurry up and change clothes."

Is it time to change clothes?

Lao Hu went to the hospital. There was only one young son at home guarding his mother who had just passed away. The youngest son was not young, but in his fifties. He was limping on one leg, and he looked like he couldn't do anything if his mother died.

Seeing Mu Chun and Lao Qian coming, he quickly led them into the bedroom, which was considered to be doing what he should do.

Old Qian started doing this business with his uncle when he was sixteen. Because he looked rough and had strong hands, no one knew that the one doing the mortuary for his family was a teenager.

"Do you have a hot towel? Bring a basin of hot water and help the old man wipe it."

The youngest son glanced at Old Qian and said, "I just wiped it before. Grandpa just helped mom clean up the mulberry."

"Oh, then change it. The burial clothes were not selected before, so I brought three sets. You can decide which one you want. You all know the price, right?"

"I don't know. You decide. Anyway, mom said 80,000 yuan is enough for her to live a glorious life." The youngest son lit a cigarette impatiently.

When Old Hu came back, Mu Chun had already helped the old lady change the burial clothes.

"How much money? Boss Qian is very quick."

"Ah, didn't we agree on it before? It's 6888 for a one-stop service. Anyway, I'll prepare the candles and other things for you. The wreath will be delivered soon. Basically, I'll give you 6888 for the price of 12888. There will be some small things to do on the seventh day of the death. I'll take care of them for you. Just remind you when the time comes. As for staying up late, when will your eldest daughter come? You can discuss it. Not every household keeps vigil now. I'll help you contact the funeral home as soon as possible so that you can cremate the body as soon as possible."

"Ah, that's what I mean. We don't have so many rules now. It's just that the old lady said that two people should buy a joint tomb and be buried together. You can still buy that kind of tomb now. Don't go to those cemeteries far away. I'm over 80 years old and can't do it anymore."

Mu Chun followed Lao Qian's instructions to spread the black cloth and put the candles on. It seemed that something was missing?

"Boss, where are the photos?"

Lao Qian rolled his eyes at Mu Chun. Before he could say anything, Xiao Zhang came running in. It was done. The old lady looked proud.

"Lao Hu, come and take a look. It's not bad. You have kept this work permit well. How old was the old lady at that time? In her forties?"

"Huh? It seems so. I can't remember so much. Anyway, it's about the same. It's good."

Lao Hu didn't look very sad, but more tired.

After setting up the mourning hall, Lao Qian said that he had to go back to the store first. Lao Hu stuffed him a pack of cigarettes, and Lao Qian put it in his pocket.

After walking to the community, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun if he was afraid to wear clothes?

Mu Chun shook his head, "No, I still want to wear it."

Lao Qian slapped Mu Chun on the back of the neck.

"This industry is quite profitable. Doesn't Taobao sell funeral clothes? I think the material of the clothes is really not good. It doesn't look like silk at all."

"Bah, there is not so much silk. Silk is not suitable for burning. Dead bodies need to be burned. Usually, imitation silk is used. Hurry back and contact the car. The car will come to pick you up later."