At around 8 o'clock the next morning, Chen Fang called Wang Jingzhe out after he came to work and walked to the office building in front. On the way, he explained to him: "Our leader is Director Yu. A typical Shanghai man has a delicate personality. He is serious and serious. He is still very easy to talk to. It is not a big deal to recruit temporary workers. Just say hello to him. The salary is 3,800 yuan. There are bonuses and subsidies in normal times, but there are more oil and water. You are like moving a corpse, or applying makeup to the dead, repairing or something. The family of the deceased will give some money, but our funeral home business has been a bit bad in the past two years."

"What's wrong? Isn't it dead lately?" Wang Jingzhe asked teasingly.

"No, people still die, but many of them are sent to other areas. The population flow in Shanghai is too large, and there are not only one funeral home and crematorium. There must be more than a dozen. The families of these dead people pay more attention to details. Other funeral homes have supporting services, which starts one-stop, from picking up the body to cremation at the end. The funeral paths are clearly clear for you. To put it bluntly, they all have special Yin and Yang to take over the business, but we have no more. The reputation is naturally spread quickly, so many people began to send the deceased to other funeral homes."

"Why didn't you look for Mr. Yin and Yang?"

Chen Fang spread his hands and said helplessly: "I have found it too, but he is all looking for a half-baked guy. I can't even understand what trouble you have to make them happen? Another thing is that looking for Mr. Yin and Yang is not like other recruiting workers. You can also see the academic qualifications proof. No one has issued a certificate for them. This led to many scammers. Later, Director Yu was pirated away in anger. However, the benefits were a little bad, but we are financially allocated and no one cares about this."

Chen Fang came to an office door and knocked on it. He heard a "come in" from inside. He pushed open the door and took Wang Jingzhe in. He saw a bald middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind the desk drinking tea and reading a newspaper.

"It's Xiao Chen, are you asking me for something?" Director Yu turned his head and asked.

Chen Fang said with a smile: "Director Yu, aren't we a temporary worker in the museum? I happened to have a friend who wanted to come over. I'll come over and ask you if you can let him..."

Wang Jingzhe suddenly stepped forward and pulled Chen Fang's arm down, and said to Director Yu: "Leader, what Chen Fang said is a bit different. I am here to do funerals and be a gentleman of Yin and Yang."

Chen Fang was stunned. Wang Jingzhe pinched him for a moment. Chen Fang was immediately impressed and nodded quickly and said, "Oh, yes, yes, he can take on funerals. Isn't our museum lacking technical talents in this field?"

Director Yu frowned, put down the newspaper and looked at Wang Jingzhe for a long time, and said, "You are so young, how many funerals have you taken, and where have you done it before?"

Wang Jingzhe originally came for a temporary worker, but on the way, he heard Chen Fang say that this funeral home could still be used to do funeral work. He changed his job temporarily. Obviously, if he is a gentleman of Yin and Yang, his rights and freedom will definitely be better than temporary worker.

Wang Jingzhe said very truthfully: "I have never done it before, but I know all the tricks in this industry. Compared with those gentlemen who have been doing funerals all year round, I am not inferior to those who have been doing funerals all year round."

"Yes, yes, Director, do you remember what I told you last time that I was so evil? It was Wang Jingzhe who helped me deal with it."

"You are pinching yourself, and you have hallucinations when you sleep. What a illusion." Director Yu waved his hand, then pointed at Wang Jingzhe and said, "You young people are not doing their jobs, just think about something useless, they are lazy, and always think about making money when they are lying in bed, and making live broadcasts. You are a little stronger and more courageous, and you actually think about being a Yin-Yang Mr., why do you think that you can make money by making money by yourself? You can trick people by just being pragmatic? You should be more pragmatic and have to go the right path."

Chen Fang's face turned white and white. He rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Master, Director, what I said is that Wang Jingzhe really understands it."

"Xiao Chen, your performance this month has been deducted," Director Yu raised his head and scolded: "Go out, and mess with me here again. Don't say that I'll cancel your year-end bonus. What do you think? Take outsiders to deceive your workplace. Your elbows are really good."

Chen Fang said nothing, with heavy losses on his face. Wang Jingzhe took two steps forward and came to Director Yu's desk. The other party leaned back and said, "Do you still want to hit someone?"

"When you sleep until midnight at night, do you often sweat nights, lose muscles, and are always awakened?"

"What, what does it mean?"

Wang Jingzhe looked at his face and said seriously: "When you wake up in the morning, you will always find that the bed is wet."

Director Yu's face changed, and he frowned and asked, "How did you know?"

"I want to say you can't believe what I guess. Of course I can see this." Wang Jingzhe smiled and said, "You have been working in a place like a funeral home for many years. Do people make mistakes or horses? Sometimes you accidentally encounter something, and it's normal to have some problems. I don't have to come here to be a Yin-Yang master. There are so many funeral homes in Shanghai. I can't go anywhere? If you change the place, I'm not afraid that others don't want me, but I think your funeral home may still have a hard time in the future. OK, this is not a must-have rice bowl, and I don't have to stay here. Leader, I'll give you a word by the way. If you want to be good, put a pig-killing knife under the pillow when you go to bed at night, and your problems will be gone in three to five months."

After Wang Jingzhe said that, he clapped his hands and turned his head to leave. Chen Fang nodded to Director Yu, then chased him out and asked in surprise: "Is there something wrong with our leader?"

"No"

"Then didn't you just say?"

"I'm talking nonsense. People who reach middle age will inevitably suffer from this symptom. It's not that it's called yin deficiency. In addition, his wife is harsh tossing him. Well, you know that kind of thing, so he will inevitably suffer from night sweats and lack of physical strength."

"It will be useful if you put the pig-killing knife."

"There will be a little bit, but the effect is not very big, and it can be ignored."

Chen Fang asked incomprehensiblely: "You turned out to be a fool, so why are you talking about this?"

Wang Jingzhe said: "Everyone has this kind of psychological characteristics. There are already things. If someone processes it and says it, he will believe it. It is a very simple physical norm. It may sound easy to believe it is a traitor because I am right, so... you see, he will definitely keep me."
Chapter completed!