I am a funeral anchor, and the one who pays attention to the whole network is scared to death!

……

The next morning.

Twenty eight.

"You mean, you use Feng Shui to understand the masses, thereby controlling the stock market and profiting from it?"

In the interrogation room, Liu Jun frowned as he looked at the stack of financial reports in his hand.

And sitting in front of him was the boss of Nansheng Funeral, Wu Jiangcheng.

"Yes."

Wu Jiangcheng nodded slightly, and said: "I borrowed my reputation as a Feng Shui master to deliberately throw out false news. Everything, the direction of these two stocks, was controlled by me."

"hiss……"

Liu Jun squinted his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your situation is quite complicated, let's see what the director said, this thing..."

"Wait, boss, I still have something to say."

Wu Jiangcheng interrupted: "Four years ago, the college student who committed suicide on the roof was actually done by me, and some time ago, Changhong Funeral staff was injured..."

Wu Jiangcheng sighed, and told all the crimes he had committed over the years.

"I asked Gong Dashan to do all these things, including the fact that I contracted the cemetery before. I also asked Gong Dashan to do it in advance, deliberately creating a strange phenomenon, forcing other businessmen not to dare to do it."

"..."

Wu Jiangcheng talked for a full ten minutes.

After Liu Jun listened to his statement, he froze in place.

All this made him feel very, dreamy.

Because what Wu Jiangcheng said was too outrageous.

After being silent for a while, Liu Jun said, "Are you sure, what you said is true?"

"Sure!" Wu Jiancheng affirmed.

"Gong Dashan...Gong Dashan..."

Liu Jun kept murmuring the name in his mouth, thinking a lot in his heart.

Although Zhang Fan's prediction was very accurate, he never thought that in this world, there could really be people who could interfere with other people's behavior through special means...

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Jun reported the matter to Xiao Shan.

Five minutes later, Xiao Shan brought a thin man into the interrogation room.

As for Liu Jun, he also walked out in a very sensible manner, and Xiao Shan also left silently after making arrangements.

In the interrogation room, the man was not at all interested in Wu Jiangcheng's self-report, but asked from another direction:

"Since there is no evidence for all this, why did you turn yourself in?"

"I……"

Wu Jiangcheng gritted his teeth and said, "I was noticed by Changhong Funeral...Last night, I met a ghost hitting the wall."

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

The man raised his interest and continued to ask: "What's going on?"

Wu Jiangcheng thought for a while and said: "That day...my son was paid attention by Changhong Funeral, and then came to me for help. I assigned Gong Dashan to attack Li Xiaohui. The next day, I took my son to the cemetery to check, and...finally I found I jumped into the river by myself, and my son was also found to have organ failure."

"Oh~"

After listening to Wu Jiangcheng's speech, the man nodded with great interest, and said, "What can I tell you, you called Gong Dashan after he died?"

"That's right." Wu Jiangcheng nodded, terrified: "Leader, I hope you will sentence me as soon as possible. I want my son to live a few more days..."

"You are you, and your son is your son."

The man shook his head, got up and walked out of the interrogation room after speaking, and said to Xiao Shan: "Let's put Gong Dashan's case aside, this Wu Jiangcheng, let's judge according to the procedure, and I will deal with the rest."

"Ah."

Xiao Shan nodded silently, without saying a word.

……

On the other side, the funeral parlor.

Xiao Hei arrived as scheduled, turned on the live broadcast, and came to Changhong Funeral.

After being followed by Zhang Fan, Xiao Hei's popularity skyrocketed. Netizens knew that he was going to Changhong for a funeral to seek death.

It's just that the expression of netizens is a bit special.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, various gifts kept floating by:

[User 'Black Kingdom' sent a super rocket*10! 】

[User 'Flying Flash' sent an epic magic book*20! 】

[Brother Hei, Brother Funeral is just something hyped up by the team, go and punish him! 】

[Xiao Hei just has the guts to challenge whatever he wants! 】

【…】

Unlike before, there were no unfriendly voices in Xiao Hei's live broadcast room this time.

At first, Xiao Hei was a little apprehensive after hearing what his friend said.

But seeing the encouragement from netizens, he suddenly became enlightened.

The police uncle dare not do anything to me, he is a funeral shop, how dare he bully crooked friends?

Besides, is there such a wicked thing?

The group of people in my hometown shouted Yesu Yesu every day, but I never saw any manifestations!

With this mentality in mind, Xiao Hei walked into Changhong Funeral.

"Boss, bring me a coffin!"

Although he knew he was here to find fault, Zhang Fan still followed the normal procedure and asked, "Hi, who did you buy it for?"

"I'm a friend, about the same height as me." Xiao Hei said without thinking.

"Ok."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, and then greeted: "Brother Yong, go to the warehouse and carry a coffin according to the figure of this customer."

"Sir, how much is your budget?" Zhao Yong looked at Xiao Hei and asked.

"The most expensive, the best."

"no problem!"

Three minutes later, Zhao Yong and Wang Kai carried out a coffin from the warehouse and explained:

"Sir, this is the most luxurious coffin in our shop, the black iron fine coffin, the price is 78 yuan, do you think it can be finished?"

"Accept it or not, I'll try it first."

Xiao Hei waved his hands, then walked forward quickly and waded directly into the coffin.

Zhao Yong quickly persuaded: "Sir, you can't just lie down on the coffin, even if you want to go, you have to listen to my introduction!"

"This coffin will automatically close as long as a person lies down. You just need to measure the size!"

However, Xiao Hei really disdained: "What? I bought something, but I can't try it out. What's your attitude?"

"The customer is God, believe it or not, I will complain to you!"

Just as Zhao Yong wanted to speak, Wang Kai stopped him and said, "If you like, just stay a little longer."

"Humph."

Xiao Hei snorted coldly, looked towards the live broadcast room and said:

"Brothers, I bought the coffin, and I went there too, is it real enough? Actually..."

"Om~"

Before Xiao Hei could finish speaking, a strange sound suddenly sounded in his ear.

"what?"

Xiao Hei froze for a moment, straightened up quickly, and asked in confusion, "What's going on here?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a strong push from behind, and he walked forward against the back of Xiao Hei's head.

This coffin is about to close automatically.

Seeing this, Zhao Yong grabbed the back of the coffin board, frowned and said, "Sir, come out quickly, or you won't be able to get out."

"Cut, isn't it just an electronic gate?"

Seeing this situation, Xiao Hei was also a little flustered, and was about to get up, but at this moment.

"Boom!"

The beam of the funeral shop suddenly broke.

It was divided into two from the middle, and it happened to be smashed into the coffin without knocking, forming a huge Z-shaped row, which kept the house from collapsing.

Xiao Hei dodged in time and quickly retracted his legs, but the only remaining coffin mouth was also sealed.

Seeing this scene, the rhythm in the live broadcast room changed instantly.

Netizens who were applauded before suddenly changed their faces.

[Good job!It's time for this house to fall! 】

[Your sister, let you pretend to be aggressive, dare to go to Changhong Funeral to find trouble? 】

[Rough shit, I really thought we liked you, a black dog! 】

[What's the matter with this employee, still not letting go?fire! 】

【…】

Netizens cheered, but Zhang Fan frowned.

This funeral shop is all his heart and soul.

"Quick, Brother Kai, find something to support yourself!"

Zhang Fan exclaimed, and Wang Kai and Li Xiaohui quickly took action.

Five minutes later, the shelves of the funeral shop were quickly removed, and a few shelves barely supported the wall.

"System, don't make trouble, why are you moving my shop!"

Zhang Fan complained silently, then walked quickly to Zhao Yong, frowned and said, "How about it, can you hold on?"

"No problem, it's just that people can't get out, just wait for rescue." Zhao Yong replied.

"Row."

Zhang Fan nodded, and just as he finished speaking, there was the sound of water flowing above his head.

The water pipe upstairs exploded.

The golden-yellow dung flowed down the sloping beams and into the coffin, filling it up in a blink of an eye.

"Fuck, what are you doing!"

Seeing this, Xiao Hei immediately collapsed: "Call me 119, and saw the coffin... Woo, puff! Gulu Gulu~"

"Don't move around, I will protect you from death." Zhao Yong said seriously.

"What the hell, Gulu Gulu~, eat one and let me see, Guru Gulu~"

[Ding, transnational business is open! 】

Chapter 118 Welcome to the Dream Classroom

"Transnational business?"

Zhang Fan froze for a moment, is this something that can be considered now?