Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

Manager Ma continued, "We provide food and accommodation here."

"If you are on duty, you will get 500 yuan a day. Of course, you three will only be paid one person."

"There is a cemetery on the mountain behind us, and a funeral home one kilometer away."

"Your work content is not difficult, just patrol the cemetery during the day..."

"As for picking up corpses, you are not needed yet, there are special people to do it."

...

Manager Ma said a lot.

Xiao Yang summed it up, this is the job he wants.

Less work, more money, close to home!

It was almost noon.

Manager Ma found a staff member named Zhang, a righteous-looking man in his 40s.

He asked him to take Xiao Yang and the other two to the dormitory first,

and then they could go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Brother Zhang took the three people to the second floor they had just passed.

This floor is the staff dormitory and cafeteria.

The photographer approached Brother Zhang and asked.

"Brother, this floor is a dormitory. Why does it feel like no one lives here?"

Brother Zhang was about to take out the key to open the two rooms.

"Oh, we don't have many employees here."

"Funeral industry, you know."

"And many employees don't want to live here at night. They have to drive back to the city."

"Except for the staff on duty, there is usually only a security guard living here at night."

"You are the only staff on duty tonight, so except for the security guard, no one will live here today and tomorrow."

At this time, the door of the room was opened.

Xiaoxiao rushed in from under the staff's arm and shouted:

"Wow, Dad, this room is great!"

"It's like a hotel."

Xiao Yang glanced around and found that the room was a single room.

In addition to the bathroom and bed, there are sofas and TVs.

With plenty of sunlight, it is a perfect template for a single noble apartment.

Even the photographer next to him exclaimed.

Not to mention the audience in the live broadcast room.

——"If you didn't say this is a funeral company, I would have thought it was a homestay apartment."

——"Oh my god, this environment and conditions are the best in these few episodes."

——"I have to say, after seeing this, I am tempted by this job and want to try it. The salary is high and the accommodation is good. I am not afraid of being poor, so what am I afraid of?"

——"The upstairs, let's go together, I'm strong."

Xiao Yang took a look at the room and asked a little puzzled: "Your boss is so generous."

Brother Zhang smiled: "Haha, when our boss wanted to build this floor, he originally wanted to build a few hotels.

If the family members who are keeping watch at the nearby funeral home want to sleep, they can come here to open a room.

But for several years, there has been no guests, so it is used as a staff dormitory."

"You three, just stay in these two rooms."

When the photographer heard that he had to stay alone in a room for the night, a bad picture immediately emerged in his mind.

Then, goose bumps appeared on his body.

He said hurriedly: "No, we will stay in one room."

Xiao Yang looked at the small sofa, and then looked at the photographer's big and strong body.

"Can you sleep there?"

The photographer nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, you guys are welcome~"

Brother Zhang handed the room key to Xiao Yang.

He took the three people to the cafeteria.

A suite with a kitchen inside and a few tables and chairs outside.

There were not many employees, but the dishes were extremely rich.

There were braised pork, stir-fried pork with peppers, bone soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and even fried prawns...

Everyone got a meal, and even a small dessert.

Xiaoxiao tiptoed when she saw so many delicious foods.

Pointing to the dishes on the dining cart, she said to the lady serving the dishes: "Auntie, I want this, this."

"Yes, give me more of this fried prawns."

It was the first time for the aunt serving the dishes to see a child here, and it was such a cute child.

Each dish was served with a big spoonful.

Audience:

——"Fuck, this dish looks much better than the one in my university cafeteria, and the aunt's hands don't shake."

——"Oh my god, this good job is exactly what I need. I'm tired of dealing with the living, and dealing with the dead is just right for me."

——"What should I do? I suddenly think Xiao Yang is quite a good choice. Good food, good accommodation, this is not a funeral company, this is heaven."

After the meal, several people found a seat and started eating.

Especially the photographer, who ate voraciously, wanting to eat all the grievances of this morning.

This rich dish finally made him feel a little better after being depressed for the whole morning.

At this time, Xiaoxiao remembered something.

Turning to the workers who were eating togetherstaff, and asked a question seriously.

"Uncle Zhang, my grandma usually doesn't let me eat spicy strips, saying that spicy strips are made of corpse oil."

"She said corpse oil is the oil from the body."

"Is this true?"

"Then are the dishes we are eating now also fried with corpse oil?"

Everyone at the table was stunned when they heard Xiaoxiao's question.

Is this what you should say when eating?

Brother Zhang: !!!

Xiao Yang: !!!

Photographer: !!!

Audience: !!!

The room was quiet.

Even the employees eating on the side and the big sister who was cooking cast their eyes on Xiao Yang's table.

If eyes could kill, he and Xiaoxiao should be riddled with holes and directly pulled to the next door for cremation.

At the same time, the photographer fell to the ground with a clang in his hand the moment he reacted,

and then ran out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

The audience in the live broadcast room was frantically brushing the bullet screen.

——"Actually, when I was a child, my parents also told me that spicy strips are made of corpse oil. Is it true or false?"

——"The person above, are you stupid? How could it be so outrageous?"

——"Xiaoxiao, thank you, Auntie. I don't want to eat the spicy strips in my hand anymore."

——"Xiaoxiao, it's time for dinner, please don't talk about such a topic that goes with dinner."

Director's room.

Director Wang saw the disappearing back of the photographer in the corner.

Deeply sympathetic.

Decided to give him a big red envelope this time.

It's not easy to support a family.

"Ahem~"

Brother Zhang cleared his throat and smiled bitterly.

He knew that the outside world misunderstood them, but he didn't know it was so outrageous.

He explained a little collapsed:

"Who said that?"

"Do I look like someone who is so poor that he has to resell corpse oil?"

"With the current cremation technology, the body is pushed into the instrument and becomes ash, so there is no corpse oil."

"In the past, the boiler was not so advanced, and some bodies had a lot of ascites, which would be mixed with diesel during cremation.

If the furnace mouth is built low, the mixed liquid will flow out through the instrument, and we will treat it as medical waste.

This is not corpse oil, and it is even more impossible to make such a large amount of food."

"Oh~ So that's it."

Xiaoxiao said as if relieved.

Then he continued to pick up the chopsticks and buried his head in eating.

The other people in the cafeteria also started eating again as if they were used to it.

At this time, the photographer came back.

With a wronged expression, he said, "Can I go back?"

Xiao Yang: "Do you have money?"

Photographer: "No"

Xiao Yang spread his hands: "I don't have any either, and there are no taxis in this area."

"You can't leave."

Brother Zhang was very enthusiastic when he heard it.

"Well, are you going to the city?"

"If you have a job picking up corpses in the afternoon, you can take the hearse."