Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 110 The Black Man Carrying the Coffin
Puff!
At dawn, Lin Lan gathered all the students and came to the door of Junlai restaurant.

Lin Lan and Li Hao threw a cloth bag at the main entrance of the restaurant.

The boss just opened the door not long ago, and was supervising the cleaning of several employees in the hall.

Hearing the movement outside the door, he walked over with big strides.

"What's the matter? Mr. Lin, what did you throw at my door?" the restaurant owner said angrily.

With his keen intuition, he felt that Lin Lan and his gang were not kind.

Could it be that this Lin Lan wanted to reason with himself even a few thousand dollars, because he just asked his students to help pay for the medical expenses of black people.

"What do you think it will be in there?"

Lin Lan suddenly raised her voice.

Lin Lan came here today to take the opportunity to disgust this mean restaurant owner.

It was the other party who disgusted him a long time ago, so he should not miss such a good opportunity today.

"Huh? Is it possible that it's inside?"

The restaurant owner had a frightened expression on his face, and his eyes were full of anger.

"It's really unlucky. What do you want to do? If you are just concerned about the conflict between your student and our store last night, I will pay you thousands of dollars at worst!" the restaurant owner said, looking at the bag on the ground with a look of disgust.

When Lin Lan heard this, she almost laughed angrily.

This restaurant owner has no conscience.

"Do you think I came today for thousands of dollars? I want to teach you how to behave!" Lin Lan couldn't help but said.

"That's right, that's right!"

A group of students behind him echoed.

When the restaurant owner heard the words, he also showed an expression that was almost laughed out of anger.

"What? You little bastards actually taught me how to behave as an old man who has lived most of his life? It's ridiculous!" After the restaurant owner finished speaking, there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Won't you feel guilty and ashamed for being so heartless?" Lin Lan asked back.

If he could be repaired by this group of young people today, it would be a great shame to him.

"Can conscience make money? I need you to teach me?" The restaurant owner saw that Lin Lan seemed determined to quarrel with him, so he pinched his waist with both hands, intending to confront Lin Lan.

When Lin Lan saw the restaurant owner, she couldn't help but think that he was a person who believed in gangster logic.

"You have to remember that people are doing it, and the sky is watching!" Lin Lan gradually felt that it would be a waste of words to go on with such theories, so she said the last sentence.

The restaurant owner still didn't want to repent, thinking to himself, what kind of era is it now, and he was still afraid of God's punishment!

"Hey, come out a few people and send this cloth bag back to the mortuary of the hospital. Anyway, we don't have the money to collect and bury each other's bodies. It's very expensive to buy a cemetery now." The restaurant owner turned to the others behind the door.

Seeing that the owner of the restaurant was so thick-skinned, Lin Lan also felt that she was making fun of herself by staying.

"Let's go! Go first, meet the bus along the way, and then take the bus to Yungu Mountain for sightseeing!" Lin Lan waved her hand.

The other students lined up in a long line, and the group followed Lin Lan away in a mighty manner.

The restaurant owner came out again and found that Lin Lan's group had long since left, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

In other words, it is impossible for this group of people to really stand out for black people and force themselves to buy funerals and cemeteries for each other.

"You guys, go quickly! Don't use my car, rent a car later, and take that thing back to the hospital." The restaurant owner hurriedly said to the hesitant staff beside him.

The two employees looked embarrassed. They really didn't want to carry the corpse, it was too bad luck after all.

"Hurry up! Don't you all want to do it!"

Seeing that the employees were disobedient, the boss began to yell and curse.

The two employees had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked towards the cloth bag on the ground at a pace slower than that of a turtle.

However, at this moment, a street corner suddenly filled with clouds of smoke soaring into the sky.

Then a drumbeat resounded across the sky, and some morning joggers on the street looked in that direction.

The restaurant owner and two employees also stopped and looked towards the street.

"What's the situation? Damn it!" an employee said in shock.

"I don't know! The smoke is coming this way, let's back off." Another person echoed.

When everyone looked at the lingering smoke not far away, a long line gradually came out of it.

And those were all black-skinned Black Africans, some holding trumpets and some holding gongs and drums.

When everyone saw four black men wearing cone-shaped hats carrying a huge coffin in the center, everyone understood that this was a funeral procession!
"What a long funeral procession! It's all black, how did they come to our Great China?" A person was shocked.

The restaurant owner stared intently at the long black team, and couldn't calm down any more.

"What's the matter? There are so many people coming to funeral for this poor black boy?" The restaurant owner was shocked.

There were five blacks in that line, walking with devil-like steps, and slowly marching towards this side accompanied by a magical mourning song.

It is said to be a mourning song, but it reveals a cheerful tone, and it is perfect to match the dance steps of the five black people back and forth, left and right.

However, more passers-by admired the physical strength of the four black men, who could walk freely with such a large coffin on their shoulders, but if there was a slight mistake, the coffin would probably fall down.

Passers-by had never seen such a wonderful funeral and funeral procession, and they couldn't help but took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Someone even uploaded the video to the Internet.

"Boss, what should we do? Those people might be relatives of the little black brother in our restaurant. If we find out that there are serious burns on the body later, will they rely on us?" An employee beside the restaurant owner asked.

In fact, he often gets along with the boss, and he has been infected by the spirit, and the boss is used to using the word lai.

"Crow Zui, don't talk for a while. I told them myself to try to let them cremate the body in the town and then take it back to their hometown, so as not to find out later and cause more trouble." The restaurant owner casually said road.

Although the boss doesn't know if these people will wash the body before burying it when they bring it back, according to the customs of his hometown, even if they find a large area of ​​burns on the body, will they really come to Huaxia to find him again because of this matter? ?

The owner of the restaurant was thinking for a while.

I still remember that day, when the people in the back kitchen forgot to turn off the gas valve, someone screamed, and the black guy was the first to rush in. As a result, a person was burnt half of his face by the high-temperature flames, and his face was disfigured. Brother was burned by oil stars and flames on a large part of his upper body.

As the owner of the restaurant, he just took the two of them to simple disinfection and treatment, and he didn't take them to the treatment at all. In the end, the person who might be left with pain for the rest of his life because of his disfigured face just got mental compensation from him.

Thinking of this, the restaurant owner's conscience unexpectedly emerged, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

When the four black coffin bearers approached and put down the coffin to carry the body in, the restaurant owner saw that the strong black people behind the long queue each had hangings on their shoulders. Maybe they were real, they looked real. , he was really scared.

"Masters, I was wrong!"

Under the shock of the employees and the puzzled eyes of the passers-by, the restaurant owner fell to his knees with a plop because of emotional breakdown, and kowtowed his head in tears.

(End of this chapter)