to Join the Job

Liu Jun got up early in the morning and washed up. While he was washing up, he analyzed it with his intelligent brain: receiving customers, doing manual work, escorting trucks, and communicating between two places. Isn't this a proper foreign trade industry? Well,

There was nothing wrong with me. After washing up, I immediately went out to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks and took a taxi.

"Master, go to No. 89 Zhiyang Road." Liu Jun said as he got in the car.

"Okay, fasten your seat belt." The driver is a middle-aged uncle with a familiar face.

"Young man, you go to Burning Paper Street to do errands," the driver uncle said.

"Ah? There's a paper-burning street? Those are all shops for funerals? Are there no other shops?" Liu Jun asked curiously.

"Yes, there is always a street for funerals and paper burning, there are no other shops," the driver uncle said.

Hearing what the uncle said, Liu Jun felt bad all over and broke out in cold sweat. The high-paying job he was about to get suddenly lost its fragrance. The image of the old man yesterday also became eerie. Could it be that he was hospitalized recently?

Yeah, bad luck? Can you hit a ghost in broad daylight?

However, the temptation of the high salary, the embarrassment of life, and the emptiness of his wallet shocked Liu Jun. He kept comforting himself in his heart that it was okay. Maybe the old man opened a new foreign trade store and opened it there specially.

The old man's behavior didn't look like he was in his right mind. He should have done this.

The taxi drove for about twenty minutes and arrived at the door of No. 89 Zhiyang Road. Liu Jun got out and looked up. It was a funeral shop without a door. There were some wreaths and burning paper placed at the door. On the side of the door,

There is a blue sign hanging on it, which clearly says: No. 89, Zhiyang Road.

Liu Jun hesitated for a while, what should I do? This is really a funeral store. Why did the old man say it was like a foreign trade store? Can't I get in?

After struggling for a while, standing at the door was not an option. Liu Jun immediately gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and walked in. He, a healthy flower of the nine-year compulsory education in the motherland, and an atheist, would still be afraid of this.

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Liu Jun looked around after entering the door. Don't tell me, the store doesn't look big from the outside, but it's quite spacious inside. There is a long old-fashioned wooden counter opposite the door, and behind the wooden counter there is a large wooden cabinet.

It had drawers. Ignoring the paper figures next to them burning paper coins, Liu Jun almost thought he had come to a Chinese medicine shop.

"Hey, boy, what are you looking at with such a sly look?"

Liu Jun turned around and saw that there were two Taishi chairs on the left, with an old-fashioned wooden tea table in the middle. The old man was sitting on the Taishi chair and said. This old man is really not a normal person. Who has a Taishi chair in a funeral shop?

No one in their right mind would do this, right?

"Old man, you are not authentic. Why did the foreign trade business that we promised become a funeral shop?" Liu Jun said with resentment.

"Hey, you kid, don't slander others. When did I ever say it was a job in foreign trade?" the old man said.

"You bad old man, then you said, I can understand receiving customers, but what about the manual work? What about escorting the car? How do you talk about communicating between the two places?" Liu Jun said angrily.

"Isn't it easy to do it by hand? Have you seen those paper figures? They are all made by hand, and the ones made by machines are soulless. As for the escort, some customers have to follow the hearse if they need it. There is also the communication between the two

"Hey, I'm not talented, but I still know some psychic skills to help clients communicate about people and ghosts in the Yin and Yang worlds." The old man said calmly, stroking his beard.

???Three greetings appeared on Liu Jun's head. How can you explain it so meowingly? The machine has made it soulless, and a paper man wants a woolen soul. It's scary. There's also the art of psychics, look at Naruto

Too many? Summon a big toad? He almost got this old man to lead him into a ditch. This bad old man is very bad. He was actually leading him into a misunderstanding.

"You can do it. You're awesome. Damn it, old man, you win. The taxi fare is blind. If I can't offend you, I can't hide. I'm gone. You can do whatever you like." As he spoke,

Liu Jun turned around and walked towards the door.

"Uh-huh, six thousand a month. If you do a good job, you'll get a commission, and you'll also get a job. Tsk, tsk, I don't know which one will be cheaper in this job." The old man watched Liu Jun turn around to leave, and said unhurriedly.

Liu Jun's leg was about to step out of the door, but then slowly pulled it back.

"Look, boss, I'm going to work now? It doesn't matter whether you have money or not, and it doesn't matter whether you have a partner or not. The main thing I think is that someone has to do this kind of work. Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will?

The three good young people in the new century must have a high level of consciousness." Liu Jun paused after speaking.

"Well, will our salary be paid once a month? When will we arrange a partner? Will we arrange it as soon as we take up the job?"

"Is it okay for you to be a bit promising? Your partner will pay you based on your performance. Your salary will be paid at the end of each month. If it is less than one month, you will be calculated on a monthly basis. Isn't that generous, old man?"

The old man said with a smile, thinking to himself: This kid is still real, and his shameless energy is quite interesting.

"What, old man, today is the 29th. At the end of tomorrow, can I get one month's salary from you tomorrow?" Liu Jun said, licking his face.

"Go away, this month doesn't count, go and set up the paper figures! If you continue to be shameless, your salary will be gone next month." The old man roared.

Haha, this old man has such a bad character, he doesn't have the calmness and kindness that an elderly person should have.

"You are not allowed to go up to the second floor. You stay on the first floor. I will teach you how to tie paper later. There is a pile of paper in the middle drawer under the counter. Write your name on it. There is a brush next to it." The old man looked at Liu.

Jun said.

Liu Jun walked into the counter and looked down, opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper, and put it on the counter. He looked next to him, picked up the brush next to it, and wrote his name in a flurry of dragons and phoenixes. He used

I have used pencils, pens, and ballpoint pens, but I have never used a brush to write my name. After looking at it, my writing is pretty good.

The old man took the paper he wrote on and looked at it carefully. Liu Jun didn't pay much attention to it. There were so many abnormalities that he got used to it.

"Old man, you said you know the art of psychics, can you draw talismans? Just like in the movie, the zombie priest can immobilize zombies with just one talisman?" Liu Jun asked curiously.

"I can draw symbols, but it's not time to teach you yet. Watch less movies or something, and your imagination won't be so big." The old man glanced at Liu Jun and said.

This old man keeps talking when he talks, so why should he attack him personally?

"What, what does the talisman look like? Isn't it powerful?" Although Liu Jun is a good young man in society, he always feels that this old man has two brushes. The various actions of this old man may be that he is a mental patient who is discharged without knowing which hospital is good for recovery.

, or they are really capable. They may not be mentally ill, because the Taishi chair is made of pear wood. Liu Jun had seen a set when he worked in a furniture store before. The boss valued it very much. It is very valuable. Most people can't afford it.

"What kind of talisman is it? It's almost like the dog crawling character you wrote. The difference is: humans can't understand the talisman, but ghosts can. You are so powerful. If you can't understand it, neither can ghosts." The old man looked at him with contempt.

He glanced at Liu Jun and said.

Haha, you're awesome, you're awesome, you're the boss, I can't afford to offend you, I'm not going to ask, why did you say this and you were looked down upon, Liu Jun rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!