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

It turned out that it was a certain technology that I sent out, and it was verified.

If you look at it this way...it is much more cost-effective than handing in.

Turn in the black technology, and get nothing more than honor, money, or security.

But if the order is a hit, it will be endless money and endless discounts!

At this speed, the system tasks are completed in minutes.

But soon, Zhang Fan encountered difficulties.

Although his mind is full of black technology, he has used up all the production plans in his hand.

Moreover, more than 80.00% of the customers who come to place orders are booked in advance.

The remaining 19% moved to the grave, and only 1% of those who ordered the funeral formally, may be less than [-]%.

If it goes on like this, it will disgust the time of rushing to attend funeral customers.

Also, everyone makes an appointment, who knows how long they'll live.

I don't know when I will get the rewards when I collect money to give away technology, and I don't know at all, so I just messed up!

But I have let out all my words, if I return now, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

When Zhang Fan was in danger, there were dull and warning horns on both sides of the road.

It was people from the Nancheng Security Bureau. A dozen or so motorcycles, among the self-guided crowd, were struggling to meet at the location of the store.

A warning blares from the loudspeaker:

"All vehicles, withdraw from Changhong Street immediately! All vehicles, withdraw from Changhong Street immediately!"

"Changhong Funeral will be rectified this afternoon and will be closed! Attention everyone: Changhong Funeral will be closed this afternoon for rectification!"

"..."

In the funeral shop, Zhang Fan put on an innocent expression: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, the shop doesn't know what's wrong with that one, go back and wait for my news."

"Don't worry, Brother Funeral, I'm the one in line!"

"Brother Funeral, my dream since childhood is to be a scientist, how can I live without you!"

"..."

The congestion on Changhong Street has seriously affected the traffic in Nancheng.

Many of these people who came to place orders were skippers from important positions, and many companies were paralyzed because of this.

This has seriously affected the normal operation of Nancheng!

Therefore, the intensity of the evacuation of the Nancheng Security Bureau was very large.

After about 40 minutes, the gate of Changhong's funeral was finally empty, and Changhong Street gradually returned to its original state.

There are only about [-] staff members left, guarding several openings on Changhong Street.

Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Li Xiaohui and said:

"How about it, how many orders have you taken?"

"In the early 600s." Li Xiaohui looked at the data on the computer and reported: "There are more than 97 people who have booked funerals for themselves, about [-] people who have moved their graves, and [-] people who are serious about organizing funerals."

"Enough." Zhang Fan nodded, this is completely enough to complete the system tasks.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong and said, "Brother Yong, let's do it together after a while."

"No need to look, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, these three days are suitable." Zhao Yong responded.

As soon as the words were finished, Liu Jun walked into the shop with a look of surprise on his face: "Brother Zhang Fan, what's the matter, why are so many people looking for you to place orders?"

"Brother Liu, when did you become a traffic policeman?" Zhang Fan asked back.

"What, I'm here to investigate the situation." Liu Jun shook his head slightly, and continued: "The technology you sent out, didn't you just call yesterday and say that you would hand it over to Dragon Science Academy?"

"Yes." Zhang Fan said flatly.

"Ah? Are you serious!"

Liu Jun was shocked, his eyes were wide open, he was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it... After all, it's your thing, and I can't make the decision."

"However... there is something I want you to cooperate with."

Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Tell me, I'll see the situation."

"Stop the reservation for a while, or the impact will be too great." Liu Jun frowned.

"Hmm..." Zhang Fan thought for a while and said, "Actually, that's exactly what I wanted to do. It would be even better if you could make a statement for me."

"That's no problem." Liu Jun nodded briskly, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"By the way, Brother Zhang Fan, about what you told me this morning, Xiao Hui and I went there specially."

"The criminal should be an old fritter. There are no traces left at the scene, but...we expanded the search area and found a corpse in a cave. An autopsy is now underway."

"However, based on my nasal cavity, I deduce that I may have choked to death, because there are obvious signs of burning at the entrance of the cave. This person...you may know him?"

"I know him?" Zhang Fan asked puzzled, "Who is it?"

"Wu Yulong, the anchor you followed yesterday has nothing to do with you after preliminary investigation." Liu Jun explained.

"It seems that this grave robber... has someone else..."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and said, "Brother Liu, I hope you will pay more attention to this matter, and I will be very grateful!"

"Don't worry, I have a meeting later and I have to go back first. Remember to close the door in the afternoon."

Liu Jun nodded, and then hurriedly left the scene.

……

at the same time.

Nancheng Security Bureau, Xiaoshan Office.

"Leader, what do you mean, even people from Dragon Academy of Sciences can't get close to Zhang Fan?"

Xiao Shan frowned, sitting in front of him was still the thin man, the mysterious person who was photographed directly from above and was in charge of investigating Gong Dashan's death.

"Yes."

The man nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes and said:

"I don't care how much technology Zhang Fan sends out, but from now on, no one can investigate Zhang Fan without my permission, let alone summon him. It's best not to even approach him."

"Compared with what I discovered, these technologies are not worth mentioning at all."

"But..." Xiao Shan looked thoughtful, hesitantly said: "There are some levels, I'm afraid I don't have enough authority."

"Just take care of your people. I will notify other departments." The man waved his hand and said, "Go out first."

"it is good."

Xiao Shan nodded, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Well... I'll take the liberty to ask, where have you found it now?"

"The employees of Changhong Funeral have a problem. I am not in a position to disclose the others."

"Employee... ok, I see."

……

On the other side, an office of the Dragon Academy of Sciences.

"Crack! Crack!"

Professor Li slapped himself hard twice.

"I'm really brainless! I didn't want the off-the-shelf technology donated for nothing!"

"Hey, Lao Li, I can't blame you. Who would have thought that...he, the owner of a funeral shop, would know so much."

The bald professor smiled wryly, "Why don't you call him and ask?"

"It can't be done." Professor Li shook his head and said, "I just received a message from the dean. From now on, no one can contact Zhang Fan by phone, let alone ask the local department to assist in the investigation."

"This...this...how did this happen?" The bald professor was very puzzled: "Why did the dean issue such an order, isn't he moved?"

"Where is the other person, I will discuss with him!"

"Now...you should be on the plane."

"A plane to Nancheng?"

"if not?"

———————The technology is over, and the system tasks will be completed immediately, and the second stage of the funeral anchor will start.

Chapter 142 Mission completed, rich rewards!

"The dean's thoughts... are still as weird as ever... He can't, book a funeral for himself in advance, right?"

The bald professor sighed.

"Well..." Professor Li nodded slowly, and said, "By the way, when the dean left, he brought a copy of the ID cards of all the people in the hospital."

"Huh? It's ruthless enough!"

……

Changhong funeral.

At this time, the shutters of the store were closed tightly, and the lights in the store were turned on.

Zhang Fan is discussing with a group of employees.

"How many orders have been taken today, I want an accurate number." Zhang Fan looked at Li Xiaohui and said.

"Hold on."

Li Xiaohui checked the contract and electronic data, and said: "Boss, there are 603 orders for funerals, 372 orders for grave relocation, and 97 orders for funerals, in total."

"Enough, quite enough."

Zhang Fan looked thoughtful, looked at Wang Teng and said, "You can post a statement at the door later, saying that our store's activities are over, the tomb will return to normal prices, technology will not be given away, the store's anniversary is over, and the price of the one-stop package is over." Get back to normal, and I'll also post a statement on Fighting Eagle."

After finishing speaking, Wang Kai joked, "Boss, why don't you give away such a good deal?"

"I won't give it away, my hands are sore." Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "This is more tiring than going to school."

"That's right." Wang Kai continued, "You shouldn't have done this in the first place. It's just nonsense. There's a shortage of orders. You just pay more attention and it's over. What kind of weird activity did you do?"

"Ahem, pay attention to your manner of speaking."

"It will be closed this afternoon, and there must be no mistakes in the funeral tomorrow morning."

Zhang Fan coughed dryly, suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhao Yong and the two and asked:

"By the way, Ye Dashan's urn, can you two find a way?"

"It's not a matter of minutes." Wang Kai waved his hand and said, "Do you have the birth date? Do you have the relics of the deceased? Just come and I will find the urn."

"Old Zhao, what do you think?"

"I... I'm afraid it will take some time." Zhao Yong hesitated.

"If you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it. What do you mean by taking a break? Right, Xiaohui."

"Fuck off!"

The two joked for a while, but Zhao Yong looked thoughtful and frowned, "Old Wang, you have relatively little contact with Ye Xiaoshan, and there are some things...you may not be clear about them."

"What's wrong, you two are young." Wang Kai said puzzled.

"Although the sides of Ye Xiaoshan's forehead are dim, they haven't collapsed." Zhao Yong explained.

"Parents Palace?"

Hearing this, Wang Kai was obviously taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "Are you sure you read it right?"

"If you're not mistaken, Ye Xiaoshan's parents are still alive, where's the grave?"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zhang Fan and Li Xiaohui were confused by Wang Kai's three consecutive questions, and looked at Zhao Yong suspiciously.