Crazy Psychologist

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

"Who's looking for me?"

Liu Mei glanced at Muchun.

"Old Qian, be careful. Don't make any money. Something happened recently."

There is no haggling in this kind of business, let alone shopping around. Liu Mei doesn't care that Mu Chun can hear everything she says behind closed doors.

"Don't mention that. The kind that are related to crime are the most annoying. I won't be so unlucky. If this happens a second time, I will quit. Selling tin foil can be quite profitable."

"How long has it been since the person died?"

"There are no dead people. I am just unemployed. I have no job and want to learn a job that can help me earn a living."

"You? Do you want to do this?"

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

Lao Qian squinted his eyes and the flesh on his face trembled. This man was really bad looking. He actually didn't have much flesh on his body, but his face was full of flesh both vertically and horizontally.

In addition to being fat, I'm also a little dark. It's quite dark, and it's not like the kind you get from the sun. I always feel like there's a kind of smog on my face that I can't wash off.

Smoked meat, yeah, that's pretty much it.

Lao Qian took a lot of bath, and he didn't know what he could see with his little eyes.

"Oh, learn from me, right?"

"Yeah, I don't have any money. I have no choice. I want to learn how to open a store in the suburbs."

"You can speak the local dialect."

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

Lao Qian nodded, "Being able to speak the local dialect is an advantage. The golden bamboo pole next door could not speak the local dialect. How much business did he take away from me?"

"Don't worry, boss, I'm very good at speaking the local dialect. Confusing fake things with real things, confusing people with good things, what's the problem, what's the problem."

Lao Qian was quite satisfied with the little worker who came to his door. Just when he was about to ask Muchun how much salary he thought was appropriate for such a month, someone next door shouted, "The boss is cutting down?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes, oh, it's Lao Hu. Is the old lady acting weird?"

The old man named Lao Hu pushed the bicycle and nodded, "I originally wanted to call Nong, but think about it, I still need to go to the hospital to issue a forehead certificate, so I will help Nong from now on."

"Ah, oh, oh, okay, eh, Ma Sang has come since ancient times."

Muchun stood aside and agreed in local dialect.

Lao Qian looked at Muchun. He was in his early thirties. He probably really wanted to learn some work and start a business on his own. It seemed that there would be no problem with a smaller salary. It would also be good to have more people, so as not to have to borrow Xiao Zhang all the time. , Xiao Zhang is not afraid of hardship, but he is too honest and stubborn.

This is a dead man's business, how can you do it with a dead brain?

After Lao Qian said hello to Lao Hu and asked Lao Hu to go to the hospital quickly, he asked Muchun where his hometown was, how many people there were in the family, where they lived now, whether he was afraid of coming to the house in the middle of the night to put on a shroud, and whether he could afford it. Come and so on.

Muchun nodded in unison, extremely sincere, as long as you take me in, I'm willing to do anything.

No, the person in front of Mu Chun now was an old lady in her eighties. The old lady's body was still warm and she looked no different from sleeping. The only difference was that she was not breathing.

Lao Qian glared at Muchun, "What do you mean not breathing? The biggest difference between a dead person and a sleeping person is that the dead person will become colder and hardened. Change your clothes quickly."

Are you going to change clothes now?

Lao Hu went to the hospital. There was only one young son at home who was guarding his mother who had just passed away. The younger son was not young at all. He was in his fifties and was lame on one leg. He looked like there was nothing he could do after his mother died. posture.

Seeing Muchun and Lao Qian coming, he quickly led them into the bedroom, which meant he had done what he had to do.

Lao Qian started doing this business with his uncle when he was sixteen. Because he was thick-looking and had strong hands, no one knew that the person doing the mortuary work 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 younger son glanced at Lao Qian and said, "I just wiped it before. Oh, I just helped my mother clean up the mulberry."

"Oh, let's change it. I didn't choose the shroud before. I brought three sets. You can decide which one you want. I know the price."

"I don't know, you have to figure it out. Anyway, my mother said that 80,000 yuan is enough for her to be famous." The younger son impatiently lit a cigarette.

When Lao Hu came back, Muchun had already helped the old lady change the number of her shroud.

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

"Ah, didn't we all agree before? One-stop service at 6888. Anyway, I'll prepare the candles and so on for you. The wreaths will be delivered right away. Basically, for the price of 12888, I'll give you 6888. Call slowly. There are still some small things to do in the first seven days and so on. I will help you take care of them. I will remind you when the time comes. When will your eldest daughter come? When will your eldest daughter come? We can always discuss it. Now, not every family Everyone is keeping vigil, I will help Nong contact the funeral home as soon as possible so that he can be cremated as soon as possible."

"Ah, that's what I mean. We don't have so many rules now. 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 that are far away. Go ahead, I’m over eighty years old and I can’t do anything.”

Mu Chun followed Lao Qian's instructions and laid out black cloth and put candles on it. It seemed like something was missing?

"Boss, where are the photos?"

Lao Qian rolled his eyes at Muchun, but before he could say anything, Xiao Zhang ran in. "It's done, the old lady must be proud."

"Lao Hu, come and take a look, it's not bad. Your work permit is well kept. How old was grandma at that time, in her forties?"

"Eh? It seems so. I don't remember that much. Anyway, it's almost the same. It just looks good."

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

After setting up the mourning hall, Lao Qian said that there were still things in the store and went back beforehand. Lao Husai gave him a pack of cigarettes and Lao Qian put it in his pocket.

After arriving at the community, Lao Qian asked Muchun if he was afraid of wearing clothes.

Muchun shook his head, "I'm not afraid, I still want to wear it."

Lao Qian slapped Muchun on the back of his neck.

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

"Bah, how can there be so much silk? Silk is not suitable for burning. This dead person has to be burned. It is usually imitation silk. Go back quickly and contact the car. The car will pick him up later."