Relocation Brigade

The room where Master Sun does private work is relatively narrow, and it was converted from a utility room with the acquiescence of the owner of the carving room.

Perhaps it was because it was located on the shaded side, and there were no windows for ventilation and sunlight. The space was too gloomy and cold, and Chen Ling couldn't help shivering as soon as he entered.

He frowned and looked around, except for the cut stone tablet, there was a huge black travel bag in the corner, judging from the raised outline, it should be a human statue or a clay sculpture.

The master sculptor followed the young man's line of sight and explained with a smile, "That's the finished statue in our carving room."

Chen Ling nodded, touched the goosebumps on his arms and asked, "Master Sun, don't you think it's cool and shady here? It doesn't feel very good."

Master Sun approached suddenly and lowered his voice: "Isn't it? If I'm here alone at night, I'm really a little scared."

Chen Ling looked down at the ground, thinking about the location of the carving room, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and because of the western sun, there should be plenty of yang energy inside.

After Master Sun finished speaking, he went to lift a tombstone covered by gauze.

The tombstone is very exquisite, with auspicious cloud patterns carved on the top, and the edges are polished smoothly. The texture of white marble is white and soft, not the stiff white of ordinary materials.

Master Sun is very confident in his craftsmanship, and he pulled the young man to introduce: "Just these auspicious cloud patterns took me a day and a half, and in order to have a good gloss, I polished the whole stone tablet three times back and forth. Look at it. , not satisfied."

"Satisfied." Chen Ling smiled stiffly, and said very reluctantly, "Master Sun, I forgot to ask you to tell you that the person who erected the stele left my name."

Master Sun opened his mouth in shock: "Mr. Chen, is the person who passed away a relative of yours?"

Chen Ling waved his hands anxiously: "No, no."

Master Sun: "Friend?"

Chen Ling: "No."

Master Sun suddenly understood, and showed a pitiful expression: "It seems that they are lovers, Mr. Chen, please forgive me."

After chatting, Chen Ling felt that he was going to have a heart attack: "It's really not, so don't guess, I have nothing to do with him, anyway, just do what I say."

It was the uncle who gave the money, and Master Sun said absolutely nothing: "Don't worry, I will do it properly."

Everything that needs to be explained has been explained, and it is time for Chen Ling to go back. He followed Master Sun out of the utility room, and when he passed through the narrow corridor, a man with long hair tied up faced him.

The man's temperament is gloomy, his brows are full of exhaustion, and his complexion is pale.The most eye-catching thing is his horribly thin figure.

Chen Ling felt that if there was a gust of wind blowing by now, this person would definitely be blown to the ground.

Master Sun greeted with a smile: "Teacher Ding is here."

The man nodded politely, and his eyes fell on Chen Ling: "Who is this?"

"Oh, this is Mr. Chen." Master Sun smiled awkwardly, "Isn't it a little tight at home recently, taking a few private jobs."

The man surnamed Ding didn't say much, just oh, passed by sideways, and entered the innermost utility room that Chen Ling had just been to.

After a while, he came out with the huge black bag in his hands.

The black bag was so heavy that the man staggered every step he took. Master Sun offered to help but was rejected.

Chen Ling raised his chin towards the back who had already walked to the front: "This teacher Ding is also an employee here?"

"It's an employee, and it's also the boss." Master Sun said, "Teacher Ding is a very nice person. He treats people kindly and pays generously. No matter how bad the business is, he never defaulted on our wages."

The door of the carving room was pushed open, and the stuffy air swept in.

Chen Ling shaded the sun with his hands, and said to Master Sun beside him, "Go back."

Master Sun stood on the side of the road without moving. He waited until the young man got in the car and left before turning back. When he turned around, he bumped into Teacher Ding standing behind him at some point.

He was startled, and patted his heart beating wildly: "Mr. Ding, you have to go out."

Teacher Ding glanced at him, and hurriedly opened the car door on the side of the road to get in. As soon as he closed the door, Master Sun saw him pick up the phone.

When Chen Ling returned to the small courtyard, Wu Weiwei was sweeping the floor with a broom. When the boss came back, he left the broom and ran into the house, and came out with a glass of water.

"Brother Chen, drink some water first." His tone was earnest, with excitement written all over his body.

Chen Ling drank half of the glass in one breath, put down the glass and looked over: "Just say what you have."

Wu Weiwei chuckled: "Brother Chen, I have contacted a business, I don't know if you will accept it or not."

Chen Ling thought that someone wanted to reserve a cemetery, so he became interested: "The columbarium or the corpse tomb? The price of the corpse tomb is much more expensive."

"No, no." Wu Weiwei interrupted him, "It's related to Feng Shui."

Chen Ling suddenly lost interest: "I just want to concentrate on building the cemetery now, and I don't want to do anything else."

As soon as the words fell, a ball of paper flew across the sky.

Zhao Xunchang appeared in front of the window behind the two of them, and said with a stern face: "Whatever his business is, as long as he can make money, he will do it, otherwise how will Yu Heshan's hole be repaired!"

The investment in Yuhe Cemetery is not small, and Chen Ling didn't let his parents pay for it all. What he wanted was to sell the cemetery and build it at the same time. Who knew that it had been almost a month since the advertisement was posted, and he took two orders.Among them, Zhang Xiaoxia's order only received a small amount of money because of the consideration of the other party's economic conditions.

Now the money he holds in his hand is not even enough to pay for the project.

Realizing his current situation, Chen Ling's enthusiasm for making money was unprecedentedly high. He pressed Wu Weiwei's shoulder and asked him to sit down: "Let's talk about the situation first."

"It's not complicated, it's just that the business of a carving studio has been bad."

"What carving room?" Chen Lingxin said that it couldn't be such a coincidence.

"No. [-], Wutong Street, Old Town."

"..." Chen Ling was speechless, "I have just been to this studio."

Wu Weiwei slapped his thigh: "That's a good thing to be brave, it's a little bit ahead of time."

"When I first went there, the business was really not good." Thinking of what I saw today, Chen Ling frowned and said, "But what I saw today didn't quite match what you described. Learning to paint and clay sculpture There are not too few people."

Wu Weiwei looked mysterious: "Look, within a week, the business will run out."

Seeing is believing, never comment on things that haven't happened yet, Chen Ling asked: "How did you get this business?"

"Hey, those of us who don't have a school or a high level have a group, where business information is shared. If you encounter an order that you can't handle after accepting it, recommend it to others."

Chen Ling grasped an important point: "So this list cannot be chewed by others?"

"Probably." Wu Weiwei tried his best to sell, "Brother Chen, your level is much higher than ours. They can't do it, but you can do it. Besides, it's just a matter of Feng Shui, and there won't be any danger involved."

Chen Ling remained silent, his eyes hanging on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

What a great business, why are you still struggling? Wu Weiwei released the bait: "The customer said that as long as the problem can be solved, the reward will be 60."

60, enough to buy saplings and turf!

Chen Ling's attitude changed drastically: "Call the client immediately and make an appointment."

Wu Weiwei was elated, even happier than he had received the order. Now he didn't have to pretend to be a cold master, he let himself go completely, and was about to give Brother Chen a warm hug when he suddenly heard a knock on the courtyard door.

Fearing that it was a new customer, Chen Ling fiddled with his hair a few times before opening the door, and then lowered his head to straighten out his crumpled shirt.

He smiled, took off the latch and opened the door, and met a pair of light-colored pupils that could be recognized even if they turned into ashes.

With a frozen smile on his face, he closed the door reflexively, not forgetting to reinsert the latch.

After all this was done, Chen Ling was still worried, and pressed his back against the door to reduce the risk of the other party breaking in.

Wu Weiwei came over and asked curiously, "Brother Chen, who is it?"

Chen Ling: "Don't worry about selling insurance."

Leaving Wu Weiwei with a dazed expression on his face, he hurried back to the room, his heart flustered.

He recalled it carefully, and soon found the crux of the matter. He was busy going to Jiang's house to gossip today, and forgot to clean up the ancestors, and he didn't pay much attention.

Before ignoring them, Jiang Yu would occasionally come out and jump around. These days, he read the other party's advice, and honestly cleaned and incensed in the morning and evening, but he didn't remember one of them, and the old ancestor actually found it himself It's coming!

Chen Ling regretted it, regretted it very much, because he was used to it!

He hurriedly found the three sticks of incense, and was about to go up the mountain to make up for it, but he didn't want Wu Weiwei, who owed it, to let him in directly.

"Brother Chen, this time he is not selling insurance, he said he is your friend." Wu Weiwei led him to the door of Chen Ling's room in a foolish manner.

Chen Ling froze in place, annoyed and desperate, looking up at the man who was a head taller than him with a bit of vicious vigilance. When he met those cold eyes, the arrogance in his chest weakened immediately.

Cursing secretly that he was worthless, his voice was limp: "Mr. Jiang, come in and say something."

Knowing that Jiang Yu would not harm him, Chen Ling worked hard in his heart, he must seize the opportunity in front of him and speak clearly to the other party.

Jiang Yu didn't dress so formally today, just a simple shirt and trousers. The sunlight through the shirt traced some muscle outlines, which were faintly visible, which made people envious.

Chen Ling turned his eyes away, looked at the white wall for mental construction, then closed the doors and windows, and drew the curtains to block the sight of Wu Weiwei who was peeking out the window.

"Mr. Jiang, sit down. You came just in time, let's have a good chat." He didn't plan to sit down, he had to stand, so that he could find some confidence from the difference in height between the two of them.

Jiang Yu sat down as he said, with a tall figure squeezed on the narrow stool, his legs slightly apart, one arm resting leisurely on the edge of the table, and his fingertips tapping rhythmically on the table.

Before Chen Ling could speak, the man spoke first, and Chen Ling was startled when he said it, it was his birthday.

Chen Ling's heart clenched, and his momentum became weak again: "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Yu stood up suddenly, his handsome face lowered, and the tip of his nose was only a hair's breadth away from that of the young man.

"You went to Jiang's house today."

The aura belonging to another person was close at hand, Chen Ling stepped back and was surrounded by an arm, blocking his way.

The hairs on his body stood on end, pretending to be tough on the outside: "Yes, I just went. What's the matter?"