I was promoted to team leader, and I no longer just waited for the corpse to be cremated.

Instead, you have to go to the front office, receive guests, check the workload,

Cooperate with the village supervisor to arrange the specific furnace number and cremation time.

There is a saying that choose an auspicious day for marriage and auspicious time for cremation.

At the same time, all seven stoves were full,

There is only one No. 8 stove left, and two families are fighting over it.

These two families were also sworn enemies, and their sons died at the same time.

I looked at the two deceased people and saw that they were so different.

One is a real estate developer worth tens of millions of dollars,

The other is a migrant worker who is barely making a living.

The two people are also similar in age, both in their thirties.

The family members of the migrant workers arrived first and ordered furnace No. 8.

There are only two direct relatives of migrant workers, one is a migrant worker’s mother and the other is a migrant worker’s daughter.

The migrant worker mother is nearly seventy years old, with gray hair and wearing shabby clothes.

The daughter of a migrant worker is only five or six years old, and her eyes full of fear and helplessness are heartbreaking!

Manager Zhuang would look down upon such poor people.

I took the initiative to provide comfort and explain the cremation process and related matters.

My mother, a migrant worker, heard that I was in charge of cremation.

He cried with snot and tears: "Little master, my son was beaten to death and died unjustly. Please be sure to cremate him at an auspicious time. I am a lonely old lady who has no money. I will give him

You kneel down!"

I quickly supported my mother, a migrant worker, and said, "Grandma, you don't have to do this. The dead are the most important people. I will bury them at an auspicious time. You can mourn and be obedient."

The migrant worker mother shivered and took out a white paper bag from her pocket.

He stuffed it into my hand and said, "Son, grandma doesn't have any money. I want to buy you a pack of cigarettes to smoke. You must accept it."

I took a look at the flat white paper bag and saw that there was only a hundred yuan in it at most.

But for a poor old woman, this one hundred yuan is enough to feed her for several days!

Thinking of my mother still selling pancakes and fruits on the street,

Living as hard as this migrant worker mother does makes me feel sad.

I took the money and said, "Grandma, I've accepted this money. Don't worry, I will definitely help the deceased take this final step."

The migrant worker mother burst into tears again and said, "Thank you very much, little master. My old lady depends on you!"

I took out five hundred from my pocket and wrapped it in a white paper bag.

He turned around and put the money into the pocket of the migrant worker's daughter and said: "Little sister, this is a gift from my elder brother. Buy some delicious food and eat it with grandma."

My mother, a migrant worker, didn't expect me to be like this, so she cried and asked the little girl to kneel down and thank me.

I hurriedly supported the two of them and asked Shen Xiaocen to send them to the farewell hall to wait.

Shen Xiaocen saw that my eye circles were red and filled with tears, and before leaving, he handed me a tissue.

In the past, when I worked as a body picker in the crematorium, I didn’t have to face family members directly.

I really didn't expect that I would be so sad.

Mainly because the grandma and the little girl are so pitiful,

I am also a poor person, and I know the suffering of the poor better than anyone else, so I am extremely sad!

Turning around, I saw Manager Zhuang receiving a group of wealthy people.

The leader was an old man, well-dressed, and he looked like a wealthy man.

Wearing a slope-shaped ancient jade ring on the hand.

There is a manager under the old man, a young man with three white eyes.

Sanbaiyan has been talking to Director Zhuang,

Manager Zhuang nodded repeatedly, and Sanbaiyan gave him a white paper bag.

Look at the thickness, it must be 20,000.

It is already well known that Director Zhuang does this kind of thing.

Of course I wouldn't be surprised or anything.

Turn around and go back to the incineration room to arrange work.

On a first-come, first-served basis,

I asked Master Ma to move the remains of the migrant workers onto the No. 8 furnace conveyor belt.

But Master Ma said with a bitter look on his face: "Team Leader Zhang, I suddenly have a stomachache and I can't hold it in any longer. Could you please move it, Team Leader Zhang?"

After saying that, he turned around and ran to the toilet.

The master next to him sighed: "Team Leader Zhang, Master Ma doesn't dare to move it. Manager Zhuang asked us to keep No. 8 furnace. Who dares to move it!"

I'll go, I'm so angry, I'll leave you alone!

I have the final say in the incineration room, and I act according to the rules and regulations. You, the village manager, are nothing!

I went up and moved the bodies onto the conveyor belt.

As soon as my hands touched the body,

Suddenly everything went dark,

The index finger of my right hand beat violently like a pulse.

Suddenly, as if a movie was playing in my mind, the body's pre-death memories appeared.

A group of people gathered aggressively in front of an old house that was to be demolished.

There was a migrant worker mother standing in front of the house, hugging her migrant worker daughter tightly and crying that it could not be demolished!

A young man with three white eyes and a rich young man with oily hair and pink face were sitting in a luxury car, pointing and talking.

This three-white eye is the same three-white eye that follows the old man.

Seeing that his subordinates could not persuade the migrant worker mother to leave, Sanbai got out of the car and ran towards the migrant worker mother.

With three white eyes, he walked up to the migrant worker mother, pointed at the migrant worker mother, cursed and threatened her, and asked her to move.

The migrant worker mother was scared and angry. She was trembling all over and argued hard.

To say that the demolition fee they paid is too low is to bully people.

The young man in the car seemed to have heard the migrant worker mother saying that the money given was too little.

There was confusion on his face. He gave him a lot of money, even twice as much.

Logically speaking, the migrant worker mother had no reason to cause trouble, so she opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car to ask.

Sanbaiyan squandered the demolition money and gave only a little money to the migrant worker mother.

There is something wrong in my heart. When I see Mr. Kuo, I want to get out of the car and ask.

Afraid that the matter would be exposed, he angrily kicked the migrant worker mother to the ground.

Then he kicked the old lady hard several times, knocking her unconscious.

"Don't hit my grandma! Wuwu." The migrant worker's daughter cried and protected her grandma.

With three crazy white eyes, he stretched out his big hand,

He grabbed the little girl's hair and slapped her head and face hard.

The migrant worker's daughter was beaten so hard that her nose and mouth were bleeding, and her cries were heartbreaking!

It happened that the migrant workers came back and saw this scene,

He immediately went crazy. He originally worked for San Baiyan,

Sanbaiyan still owes him half a year’s salary!

The anger of hatred made the migrant workers completely lose their minds,

He raised his pickaxe and rushed forward, aiming at Sanbaiyan's head and smashing it hard!

I didn't understand the next shot a little bit,

You can't dodge the three white eyes this time, and your brain will definitely explode.

It seemed like a black shadow hit Mr. Kuo,
Chapter completed!