I saw a long queue lined up in the alley.
Can't see the end?
Lu Qinghan cursed in confusion: "What the hell are you doing?
Could it be that he was hired by this shop?"
There was not a single ghost on the main street of the old city. Why did so many people suddenly appear in line after turning into a more remote alley?
Lu Qinghan was a little unbelievable.
If these people are not trustworthy, what else can they be?
The girl turned her head and looked around.
Then I saw a piece of paper taped to the wall beside the alley.
——The queue at Uncle Kang’s Paper and Fire Shop.
"Damn it, these people in line are really customers of the paper fire shop."
Lu Qinghan was very unconvinced.
What the hell, with such a bad service attitude in this store, how can it attract so many people to queue up?
It's not scientific.
It's completely challenging Lu Qinghan's business logic.
She frowned, feeling a little strange.
Could it be that the business of this paper fire shop has a law of true fragrance?
But in Lu Qinghan's memory, isn't the paper fire shop a place where people buy incense, wax, paper money and sacrifices for the dead?
Wherever I buy it, it’s not just buying stuff, it’s just stuff made of paper.
Could it be that this paper fire shop is a designated store in the underworld and has exclusive operating rights?
Only the sacrifices bought here are valuable, and will the bank of the underworld recognize them?
Is it counterfeit money if I buy it from another bank?
The more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became. Lu Qinghan held back his anger and lined up at the back of the queue.
But the endless queue barely moved forward after several minutes of waiting.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
I thought to myself that I have an important meeting in the afternoon and I don’t have time to spend here.
Why not spend a little money and join the queue?
Anyway, it seems that these uncles and aunts queuing up, even if they are not asking for help, they all like to take advantage of me.
Lu Qinghan immediately stepped on her high heels and thumped around, preparing to go to the front of the team.
After walking for hundreds of meters, we arrived at the back door of the paper fire shop.
The back door was open, and the hunchbacked old man was guarding the door.
When one comes out, one is put in.
No wonder it's so slow.
Lu Qinghan frowned slightly. Judging from the length of the queue and the slow progress, if he was really at the back, he would probably not get his turn until the afternoon.
The girl's beautiful big eyes rolled and she smiled slyly.
While laughing, he approached an uncle in ordinary clothes and said, "Uncle, are you selling this position? I'll give you two hundred yuan."
The uncle slowly turned his head and looked her up and down.
He sneered, indicating that he was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Lu Qinghan was rejected but was not discouraged.
I thought this must be an accident.
If you have good people and lots of money, you will definitely find someone willing to give up your position.
So she found a few more elders who were waiting in line.
The price has also increased to 2,000 yuan.
One of the uncles was even more stubborn. After Lu Qinghan explained his purpose and took out his wallet, he glared at Lu Qinghan, took out three thousand yuan from his pocket, and threw it on the ground with a thud.
"You little girl is really annoying. Do you know the rules? Everyone is lining up, but you are looking for shortcuts. Young people nowadays really have no patience at all.
I’ll give you three thousand yuan, so shut up.”
Lu Qinghan was so angry that her nose was crooked, and her face was red and purple.
Where has she ever been so angry in her life?
But I was also secretly surprised in my heart. It seemed that these people were really not the trustees of Zhihuo Shop.
But actually lining up.
Is it possible that in addition to the life and death business, this paper fire shop is also engaged in some shady business?
Otherwise, why did it attract so many people to queue up?
It's so abnormal.
Lu Qinghan felt more and more strange about this paper fire shop.
In desperation, I had to queue up from the beginning.
After waiting for several hours, she had to postpone the important meeting in the afternoon.
Although this trip came reluctantly, Lu Qinghan was actually extremely curious about this paper fire shop.
There is even some excitement deep inside.
The business of this paper fire shop is really amazing. It has reached a model in the business world, where the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.
Modern society is impetuous and fast-paced.
There are very few old shops that can persist in being hidden in remote places and only have a faint scent of business.
If she could find the core business of this paper fire shop, maybe she could fissively package it and form a classic closed loop of business logic.
Then open branches everywhere and make a lot of money.
When he thought of this, Lu Qinghan's eyes lit up as his mind was filled with ways to make money.
I didn't even eat lunch, and waited until after three o'clock in the afternoon.
It was finally her turn.
The hunchbacked old man guarding the door glanced at her and found out that it was the person who had just kicked in the front door of the paper fire shop, and he was immediately unhappy.
But Lu Qinghan was still put in.
She looked around curiously, and was suddenly disappointed.
This paper fire shop is just a rough house, lacking simple decoration.
Some old newspapers of unknown age were pasted on the cement wall, which served as wall covering.
And because of burning incense all year round, the walls were darkened.
There is a fire hazard.
I don’t know how I passed the annual fire safety inspection.
In other words, this store has never had a fire inspection.
The hunchbacked old man led Lu Qinghan into the back room of the house, turned around and left.
The girl was stunned.
The inner room of the room was a little dark, and a young man in his twenties was sitting opposite, looking at her with great interest.
"It's interesting. It's rare for someone of your age to come to my store."
The young man's tone was old-fashioned, which was seriously inconsistent with his age.
"Are you Uncle Kang, the owner of this shop?"
Lu Qinghan was a taciturn, gentle and quiet person when he was a child. But since the death of his parents, he has forced himself out of his comfort zone and become a patient with social awkwardness.
As soon as she saw this young man, she started chatting: "Your business is really good, are you interested in our cooperation? I will help you open a chain store and guarantee you a minimum operating income. All you need is the technology to invest in it."
Uncle Kang smiled and listened patiently to Lu Qinghan's words, knowing that this little girl probably still doesn't know what kind of business his paper fire shop does.
"Yes, I am Uncle Kang. Little girl, you are so embarrassed. Your accent sounds like you are not from Chuncheng."
Lu Qinghan nodded: "I am from Chongcheng.
As he spoke, he asked doubtfully: "By the way, you are obviously a handsome young man in his twenties, why do you call yourself Uncle Kang?"
This is what she doesn't understand.
Uncle Kang burst out laughing and touched his face with his hand: "Don't look at my young face, but I'm actually over eighty years old."
"You're a liar."
Lu Qinghan rolled his eyes, feeling extremely disappointed.
No matter how awesome the maintenance techniques are, even plastic surgery, it is impossible to make an eighty-year-old man look like he is in his twenties.
Otherwise, wouldn’t women in this world go crazy over this skin care technique?
Bah, I thought I wanted to do business with him just now.
If you look at this man yourself, he is clearly a liar.
"Little girl, you didn't come to my paper fire shop just to discuss business with me, right?"
Uncle Kang saw that the girl's face had changed many times in just one minute when he met him.
The more I watch it, the more interesting it becomes.
"No, I still have business to attend to."
Lu Qinghan was in a low mood and was really in no mood to talk to Uncle Kang anymore. She had already determined that this paper fire shop was a den of scammers who specialized in defrauding middle-aged and elderly people out of their money.
I just want to finish the task entrusted by my sister quickly and leave as soon as possible.
"Then let me guess what happened to you that made you come to my paper fire shop."
Uncle Kang squinted his eyes and counted with his fingers.
But as soon as his fingers pinched, the middle finger he pinched suddenly couldn't pinch anymore.
Uncle Kang frowned and suddenly screamed.
His finger seemed to have been pricked by some invisible force, the flesh split open, and a bloody arrow shot out, spraying everywhere.
"how so."
Uncle Kang was horrified, raised his head, and stared at Lu Qinghan without blinking.
It was as if he wanted to see her clearly.
After a long time, he shook his head with a livid face: "Girl, what terrible thing did you bring into my shop?"
Chapter completed!