After listening to his words, Xu Wei remembered that he had not found a corpse truck yet.
You can't use your own car to transport Chen Bing's body back.
In that case, it would be simply too unlucky.
"Need." Xu Wei took the cigarette in his hand and lit it for himself.
This old man is really awesome. He can actually smoke Chinese cigarettes. You know, in the entire Hongshan Town Government, Ding Changhe is the only person who can smoke this brand of cigarettes.
Moreover, he doesn't smoke often. When the boss comes, he will only take out one or two packets.
The old man picked up the landline phone, pressed a series of numbers, and then shouted loudly, "San'er, don't fucking sleep, come to buy and sell."
A look of surprise appeared on Xu Wei's face, he sniffed and asked cautiously, "Uncle, what does the person who drives the corpse truck have to do with you?"
"My third son." The uncle said bluntly.
After listening to his words, Xu Wei suddenly felt speechless.
Damn it, one person can be the director of a funeral home and support a whole family.
"Then, what does your second son do?" Xu Wei asked tentatively.
"Selling coffins." The old man chuckled.
In fact, when it comes to buying a coffin, usually after his third son delivers the body to the house, the third son will ask the owner, "They have brought it back to you. Do you need a coffin? I have an acquaintance and I guarantee that I can give you a cheaper price."
It’s a lot of money.”
But Xu Wei inquired about it, and the old man also liked to talk, so he simply told his second son's business, "Young man, if you buy a coffin, I guarantee you a lot cheaper."
"How much does one usually cost?" Xu Wei asked.
"Four thousand." The old man stretched out four fingers and waved them in front of Xu Wei's face.
Xu Wei shook his head, "It's too expensive. I do things for others. If it's three thousand and five thousand, I'll be the master. If it's four thousand, forget it."
The old man blinked a few times and said, "Three thousand and five dollars, deal."
Then, he picked up the phone again and punched in the numbers, "Second brother, send me a coffin."
After hanging up the phone, the old man asked again, "Young man, do you need a mobile kitchen?"
A mobile kitchen is a place where people cook on the move. Usually when there is a wedding or funeral banquet at home, if you don’t want to go to a restaurant, just make a phone call and a mobile kitchen will come. From ingredients to cooking utensils, from tables, chairs and benches to pots and pans, everything is a mobile kitchen.
The household items brought do not require the host to prepare anything except banknotes.
"No need." Xu Wei immediately waved his hand.
"Then why don't we need it?" The old man's face darkened, "When friends and relatives come, why should they drink the northwest wind?"
"I don't care if I drink the southwest wind." Xu Wei chuckled, "I am the only outsider to handle his funeral. Who else will come?"
"I have a mental illness, but I still help him entertain guests."
The old man was speechless after saying one sentence.
After only ten seconds of silence, the old man asked with a smile, "Young man, do you need a white shroud?"
After hearing his words, Xu Wei couldn't help laughing.
Looking at Xu Wei who was laughing so hard, the old man also laughed along with him.
"Uncle, let's not talk about anything else." Xu Wei waved his hands and said, "Let me ask first how many sons you have."
The uncle stretched out a hand with pride on his face and said, "Five."
Xu Wei nodded.
The eldest son is the director of a funeral home, the second son buys coffins, the third son drives a corpse truck, the fourth and fifth sons sell shrouds and white cloth, and the other runs a mobile kitchen.
Good guy, this is a one-stop service for nothing.
It's true that the family relies on the mountains to live on, the water to feed on the water, and the funeral parlor, and the whole family does nothing!
The old man took a puff of his cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, and crushed it with his heel, "I guess you don't need the wind and percussion band anymore."
"Your family also has a wind and percussion band." Xu Wei was shocked beyond measure.
Good guy, it’s really complete.
How much business will this take away from its peers?
"My wife leads a band run by five daughters-in-law." The old man pointed at his nose and said with a proud face, "Those five daughters-in-law can sing and dance. It is very lively. They practice vocal music all day long.
No one in the entire Qixian County can compare with it."
Xu Wei nodded and said nothing.
He really doesn't need a wind and percussion band.
Not long after, the corpse truck arrived and Chen Bing's body was loaded onto the truck. Just as he was about to set off, another truck arrived carrying a coffin.
Xu Wei paid the money and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of a question, "Uncle, do you know someone who drives an excavator?"
"I know you, my son-in-law." The old man said, picking up the receiver of the landline phone, "I'll give my son-in-law a call."
He pressed the phone loudly and then said into the receiver, "Liu'er and her men, please go to Hongshan Town. We have a deal."
Xu Wei was silent for a few seconds, "Isn't your daughter in the wind and percussion band?"
"She graduated from junior high school." The old man chuckled, "She is the most educated person in our family. She belongs to our family. What is her appearance?"
"Chairman." The third person driving the corpse truck reminded him from the side.
"Yes, yes, chairman." The old man suddenly said.
Xu Wei found it very funny. He waved to the old man, jumped into the car, and headed straight for Hongshan Town with the two trucks behind him.
After arriving at Hongshan Town, the truck carrying the excavator had already parked on the side of the road.
"Follow me." Xu Wei lowered the window, waved his hand, and led the three cars directly into a circle of graves.
The excavator dug the hole, and the second and third sons helped Xu Wei load the coffin. In less than an hour, they put Chen Bing's coffin into the grave.
"Brother, help bury it." Xu Wei said to the master driving the excavator.
The excavator master chuckled, a sly smile flashed across his face, "Brother, you don't understand this."
"Dig, eight hundred."
"Buried, seven hundred."
"The money you just gave me was just money for digging, not money for burial."
The third child leaned on his car door and said with a smile, "This is also a saying, it's all up and down."
"Don't worry about me." Xu Wei's face darkened, "If you dig or bury, you are bandits."
The three of them laughed, all with expressions that indicated whether they would like to pay or not.
If you don't give money, then you can bury it yourself.
Xu Wei hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and said coldly, "You have the final say in the funeral parlor."
"In Hongshan Town, I have the final say here."
"Digging holes privately and destroying vegetation." Xu Wei put the phone to his ear, "This is Director Li from the police station. There are several people here who are destroying the natural environment of our town. They don't have documents yet. Come over here."
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When several guys heard this, they immediately became unhappy. The second one immediately took out a steel pipe from his car and said, "Why are you playing this trick with us!"
"Do you have a business license?" Xu Wei asked back, "If not, is it considered an illegal operation?"