Liu Jun got up early in the morning and washed it. When he was washing it, he analyzed it with his smart brain: receiving customers, handmade, obliging cars, and communicating with the two places. Isn’t this a complete foreign trade industry? Well, there is nothing wrong with it. After washing it, he went out to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks and got a car.

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

"Okay, wear your seat belt." The driver is a middle-aged uncle, looking at the familiar face of the public.

"Young man, go and burn paper to do business," said the driver.

"Ah? The street is burning paper? They are all funeral shops? There are no other shops?" Liu Jun said curiously.

"Yes, there has always been a street where you can burn paper, and there is no other store," said the driver.

After hearing what the uncle said, Liu Jun was in a bad mood and sweated. The high-paying job he was about to get was no longer good. Yesterday, the image of the old man became gloomy and terrifying. Could he be hospitalized recently and have bad luck? He could hit a ghost in broad daylight?

However, the temptation of high salary, the embarrassment of life, and the empty wallet shocked Liu Jun. He kept comforting himself in his heart, "It's okay, maybe the old man is a newly opened foreign trade store and is here, but the old man doesn't look like a normal brain." This should be done.

The taxi drove for about twenty minutes and arrived at the entrance of No. 89 Zhiyang Road. Liu Jun got out of the car and looked up. A funeral shop without a door was placed, with some wreaths placed at the door and burning paper. On the side of the door, a blue sign was hung with clear words: No. 89 Zhiyang Road.

Liu Jun hesitated on the spot for a full five minutes. What should I do? This is really a mourning shop. Why did the old man say it was like a foreign trade shop? Can't he get in?

Liu Jun was struggling for a long time and was no longer afraid of poverty. He was still afraid of these things. He gritted his teeth and fought hard. He was a healthy flower of nine years of compulsory education in the motherland. Atheist would still be afraid of this?

While thinking, he slowly moved in. You read that right, just moved... Liu Jun would never admit that he was afraid, but his legs were not flexible...

I looked around when I entered the door, and said, the store looked not big outside, and it was quite spacious. There was a long old-fashioned wooden counter facing the front door, and there was a large wooden cabinet behind the wooden counter, with drawers. Ignoring the paper man next to me burning paper money, Liu Jun almost thought that he had come to a Chinese medicine shop.

"Hey, that boy, what are you looking at in that stingy eyebrow?"

Liu Jun turned around and saw that there were two Taishi Chairs on the left, and an old-fashioned wooden tea table in the middle. The old man sat on the Taishi Chair and said. This old man is indeed not a normal person. Who has the Taishi Chairs in the funeral shop? Anyone with a little normal thinking would not do this well.

"Old man, you are not authentic. How could the foreign trade industry be a funeral shop?" Liu Jun said with resentment.

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

"You old man, then you can understand how to receive customers. What about handicrafts? Where are you escorting cars? How do you say these things in communication between the two places?" Liu Jun said angrily.

"Isn't it simple to use handmade men? They are all made by hand, and the machines are all soulless. As for the cart, some customers need to follow the hearse. There is also the one who communicates with the two places, but I am not talented, but I still know some psychic skills to help customers communicate the human and ghost affairs in the yin and yang worlds." The old man calmed down while touching his beard.

??? Three hello came up with Liu Jun's forehead. Can the special meow explain this? The machine made the soulless. A paper-tie man wanted a soul with yarn. Isn't it scary? He also saw too many psychic techniques? He summoned the big toad? He almost let the old man bring a ditch for him. This old man is very bad. He was originally guiding him into a misunderstanding.

"You can do it, you are amazing. You won the old man. The taxi fare is considered blind. I can't afford to mess with me, can't I hide? I'm leaving, do whatever you like." As he said that, Liu Jun turned around and walked towards the door.

"Well, it's 6,000 yuan a month. I'm doing well and I'll get a commission. I'll still have a partner. I don't know which job will be cheaper." The old man looked at Liu Jun and turned around and was about to leave, and said slowly.

Liu Jun was about to step out of the door and slowly pulled back.

"Look, boss, I'm going to work now? It doesn't matter if you don't have money or not, and it doesn't matter if you don't have a partner. I mainly think that someone must do this kind of work. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The three good young people in the new century must have high enlightenment." Liu Jun paused after saying that.

"Well, is our salary paid every month? When will we arrange a partner? Will we arrange it as soon as we start a job?"

"You guy is a little promising? You can see your partner. The salary is paid at the end of each month. If it is less than a month, it is calculated by one month. Is the old man generous?"

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

"Then what, old man, it's the 29th today, the end of tomorrow, will you be able to get a monthly salary tomorrow?" Liu Jun said with a licking face.

"Get out, this month is not counted, go and put on paper man or something! If you are shameless, your salary will be gone next month." The old man roared.

Haha, this old man has a bad personality, and he has no choice but to be calm and kind that an elderly person should have.

"You are not allowed to go up the second floor, just stay on the first floor. I will teach you how to make paper and other things. There is a stack of paper in the drawer under the counter. Write your name on it, and there is a brush next to it." The old man looked at Liu Jun and said.

Liu Jun walked into the counter and looked down. He opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and placed it on the counter. He looked at it, picked up the brush on the side, and wrote his name on it. He used a pencil, a fountain pen, and a ballpoint pen, but he had never used a brush to write a name. After looking at it, the writing was pretty good.

The old man took the paper he wrote and looked at it carefully. Liu Jun didn't care too much, so he got used to it when he had too many abnormalities.

"Old man, you said you know how to communicate with others, so how can you draw talismans? Just like in the movie, the zombie Taoist priest, a talisman is fixed to the zombie type?" Liu Jun asked curiously.

"I can draw talismans, but it's not time to teach you. Please watch less movies or something, and your imagination will not be so big," the old man glanced at Liu Jun and said.

This old man just talks, why do he still attack him personally?

"Then what, what does the talisman look like? Is it amazing?" Although Liu Jun is a very good young man in society, he always feels that this old man has two tricks. The old man's various actions are either mental patients who are discharged from the hospital after recovery from the beautiful hospital, or they are really capable. The mental patients may not be very talented, because of the set of Taishi Chair, Liu Jun has seen one in a furniture city before. The boss is very precious and is always valuable. This thing is not affordable for ordinary people.

"What does a talisman look like? It's similar to the word "Dog Crawling" you wrote. The difference is: people can't understand the talisman, but ghosts can understand it. You are so powerful, and people can't understand it even if they can't understand it." The old man glanced at Liu Jun with contempt and said.
Chapter completed!