Wang Jie drove his father's broken pickup to the southern suburbs with a cart of paper!

There is a saying in Yuncheng that the East City is noble, the West City is rich, and the South City is full of nouveau riche, and the North City lives in mud-legged pants! What are mud-legged pants? It refers to those mud-legged pants who do rough work and have a low status! Unfortunately, Wang Jie grew up in such a northern city.

Wang Jie received a big order from a nouveau riche in Nancheng today!

The pickup truck is full of paper, carriages, horses, and people, as well as the popular mobile phones, computers, villas, and little girls. It is all available, with a cost of 380,000 yuan and a price of 180,000 yuan. Don’t think it’s expensive. It’s all like this. The nouveau riche who is engaged in burials is willing to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan in tomb fees, so he doesn’t care about the 180,000 yuan paper fees!

The fat man on the phone originally asked Wang Jie to arrive on time at 7 o'clock, but the road from North City to South City was full of red lights, and it was already 7:30 when he arrived at the place!

The funeral courtyard is a European-style villa. Unfortunately, it was painted by the owner and became a brilliant rich man with yellow shit. Those who didn't know it thought it was Yuncheng Shit Industry Management Office!

"Look at what time it's already? Do you don't want money anymore?" Wang Jie was looking at this inappropriate and crowded courtyard. He suddenly slapped his car window with a big fat face and stared at him with a fierce face!

This is my customer!

Wang Jie smiled with a pleasing smile, got out of the car quickly, nodded and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, the traffic is too congested, I'll let you wait for so long!"

"Can I wait! Can my old man wait? Mr. Yin and Yang said, at eight o'clock, the old man will get in the car and go straight to the Pure Land!" The fat man laughed coldly and said, "It's time delayed, you carry my old man to the west!"

Wang Jie smiled embarrassedly. Over the years, he didn't know anything else, pretending that his grandson had become perfect.

"Don't giggle, I'm a funeral, you're just laughing! Why don't you move these things in quickly!" The fat man glanced at Wang Jie's whole body and scolded: "Also, who is your brother? What's the point of getting into it? Look at your poor clothes! My surname is Jin, and the rich Jin Jin!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Tu!" Wang Jie said with a smile!

The fat man turned around and entered the yard, muttering as he walked: "Don't urinate and show his virtues, call me brother? I'm gonna!"

Wang Jie smiled bitterly at the fat man's back and started unloading the truck! There were many underworld items, but they were light in weight. They were all taken in front of the spirit shed!

In fact, Yuncheng had cancelled the burial three years ago, but the family surnamed Jin insisted on burial for themselves, saying that this is a symbol of identity, who can make people rich!

Logically speaking, if you do something with the underworld, you will be given the goods, and even if you finish your work, you will be able to collect money and leave! However, just as Wang Jie put down the last underworld, the fat man suddenly came over and said coldly: "Hey, poor man, go and worship my old man."

"Me?" Wang Jie was a little confused!

"What? It's you! You almost delayed my old man's good days. It would be good if you didn't let you kneel down!"

The fat man's tone was stiff, deliberately raising his voice by eight degrees, attracting a lot of attention. The relatives and friends at the funeral were looking at Wang Jie with a cold face and a smile. Obviously, the fat man intended to shake his majesty in front of everyone!

"Okay, okay, I'm paying respects!" After hesitating for a few seconds, Wang Jie lowered his head, walked forward cowardly, bent down towards the red coffin, and then took a stack of yellow paper and burned it in a decent manner, muttering a word: "The underworld money leads the horse to the west, and the immortal rides a crane and hits the sky. The unknown younger generation is here to pay a visit, I hope you can wear a gauze as soon as possible!"

The fat man grinned and snorted at everyone: "Look, it's a humble act, and he's quite a bit of work!"

Wang Jie didn't mind at all, and still said calmly to the fat man, "Mr. Jin, it's time for me to leave. Can I pay the free bag..."

"What's the rush? Your two copper coins are indispensable!"

The fat man sneered and turned to an old man wearing a yellow robe next to him, "Master Yin and Yang, you can start!"

The Yin-Yang Mr. Nodded, walked to the spirit shed, and shouted: "Get up, the life will avoid it, the eldest son will beat the banner."

Wang Jie was about to retreat aside, but who knew that the fat man grabbed Wang Jie and said, "Boy, give you a beautiful man and make a banner for me!"

Wang Jie couldn't help but be stunned. Not only him, but even the relatives and friends next to him were a little surprised!

According to funeral customs, the person who punches the banner must be the eldest son and grandson of the deceased. If he does not have the eldest son and grandson, he must also be close to his nephew. He should not fall into the outsider Wang Jie, which is clearly a humiliation!

"Why? Don't you want to?" The fat man suddenly turned black and said, "Why are you doing funerals and crying? What's wrong with carrying a banner?"

Wang Jie was a little embarrassed, but he still patiently said in a low voice: "Mr. Jin... This is not something outsiders can do, let alone me..."

"I don't know how to lift up!" The fat man lowered his voice and said fiercely: "I am a businessman. Today, I am either rich or noble, and I am all in the scene. I can't let me wear a suit to play banners in public, right? In short, you will be my grandson of the old man who beats banners today. I give you money, and I have money!"

The fat man said, took out two stacks of money and slapped it on Wang Jie!

Maybe it was because of excessive force or intentional display, a corner of the heavy banknote fell on Wang Jie's face! A hot feeling quickly spread throughout his body...

For some reason, this sense of shame can always make Wang Jie feel a little happy. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is a disease or a lowly disease. But for Wang Jie, it is this sense of shame that allows him to constantly remind himself to live well!

"What are you still standing there? Carry the banner up! After taking the money, you will be the grandson!" The fat man scolded again!

Wang Jie grabbed the two stacks of money and smiled stiffly. In the public eye, he actually brought the banner over! A low laughter came from the crowd. Wang Jie knew that he was the clown at this funeral now. But this was nothing to him. As always, he admitted it!

"Get up!" Mr. Yin and Yang shouted, and the eight men carrying the coffin shouted, and drove the heavy coffin to their shoulders!

At this time, Wang Jie needs to kill the banner in front to guide the way, which means he has officially come out!

But at this moment, Wang Jie's phone suddenly rang out of place!

"Oh, the happy gongs and drums beat the joy of the year every year, and the beautiful dances bring joy every day..."

A lively and festive song "Good Days" was sung loudly. The abrupt music and the sad environment were a bit inappropriate, which instantly attracted bursts of laughter!

Wang Jie smiled guiltily and quickly took out his cell phone! Unfortunately, the phone was just hung up at this time, and only a text message was left on the screen!

It was this text message with only five words that shocked Wang Jie's whole body, as if he was poured a basin of ice water, which made his heart cool.

In this world, another person who cares about him went to Yu Er!

"Hey, look, this kid's drama genius, tears are still coming!"

"Haha, the actors are ruthless, and the bitches are unrighteous. They are all so virtuous when they see money!"

"It's so cheap to be a filial son and grandson for others, and he looks like a showman!"

The crowd was chattering and his words were unbearable, but Wang Jie's head was roaring in his head at this moment, and he didn't hear anything. Looking at the five words on his phone, the expression on his face became colder and colder!

"Hey, what are you standing there? Let's go! It's time to delay, I'll chop you alive!" The fat man saw Wang Jie being stunned, and the coffin behind was blocked in the spirit shed, and he couldn't help but be furious. He slapped Wang Jie's phone directly on the ground!

Looking at the phone with broken screens on the ground and the disappearing handwriting, Wang Jie's eyes suddenly became fierce.
Chapter completed!