Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

The photographer gave Xiao Yang a thumbs up.

He whispered, "Great! Brother!"

"Give the money to the child first."

"Find a reason to get it back."

Xiao Yang said innocently.

"I'm not asking her for money."

"She wants to learn skateboarding, and I happen to know how to skateboard. I'm also selling my time and skills."

"She can choose whether to learn or not, or go somewhere else to learn. I don't restrict her."

"Just because I'm her father, I can't teach her for free, right?"

"I won't work for free, even if it's my own daughter!"

"At most, I'll give her a family price."

"She can go to many stores to compare and decide."

"How can you say that I found a reason to confiscate her money?"

Xiao Yang's words stunned the photographer.

Xiao Xiao counted out 20 bills from a stack of money while thinking about her father's words.

She found that 20 bills had almost cost her 1/3 of her salary.

Feeling a little distressed, he asked again: "Dad, can you make it cheaper?"

"Isn't there a father-daughter price?"

The comments in the live broadcast room kept scrolling.

——"By the way, hobby classes are really expensive nowadays. A 2-hour class costs 300-400 yuan.

The kids want to learn this and that, but they are just on a whim and won't learn after three minutes of enthusiasm. The money is wasted."

——"Xiao Yang's trick is good. It can make the kids understand money, that is, they know that money is hard to earn and they know that they should be cautious when spending money."

——"Xiao Yang teaches his kids skateboarding, and it costs money. I can't stand it. My own daughter is so fussy about it. It's not a big deal."

——"The guy above, are you the kind of person who asks relatives for help, and after it's done, you eat for free because we are all relatives."

——"Yes, I hate the kind of relatives who blackmail me and make me work for free. Some time ago, a relative of mine asked me to come up with a design plan, and I worked on it for three days. In the end, he said it was just a piece of paper and it was not troublesome, so he wanted to take the plan and leave. Eat for free? Sorry, I won't give it to my parents."

In front of the screen.

A young man in his 30s is watching the show.

The room was full of all kinds of things.

Although many of them were not used, he just liked the feeling of buying things.

When he was a child, his parents did not give him any pocket money.

Every year, his parents took away the New Year's money before he could even warm it up in his hands.

Even after working for 2 years,

his mother confiscated his salary, thinking that he should save money to buy a house and marry a wife, and not spend it carelessly.

Only the necessary transportation expenses and lunch expenses were left.

Sometimes, he didn't even have money to have dinner with his colleagues.

After so many years of suppression.

He finally broke out.

After he had money, he bought everything he saw.

It felt really good to spend money.

Xiao Yang and Xiao Xiao had already discussed the tuition for learning skateboarding.

He ate half of it.

The photographer brother just remembered to take pictures and send them to the group.

He took pictures of the plate.

One minute later.

In the group of photographers following the photographer,

Photos of the photographer's lunch appeared.

Even though he ate some, he could still imagine the original appearance.

A large chicken leg that he had nibbled a few times.

The outer layer was golden, and it looked crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

There was also steamed sea bass, which was fresh and delicious.

The big four-happiness meatballs were half the size of a fist and full of meat.

There were also several hard dishes.

Afterwards, the cameraman who followed Li Yong and Chaochao smiled bitterly at the various green leafy vegetables on the plate.

He gave a middle finger in the group.

The photographer who followed Ding Li and Yangyang stood by the window, drinking the northwest wind.

He gave a middle finger in the group.

Even the photographer who followed Dai Chuan and Niu Niu,

also gave a middle finger amid the background noise of naughty children.

The photographer was looking at the three middle fingers in the group.

When he showed a crazy smile with satisfaction.

Brother Zhang from the funeral company came in from outside in a hurry.

"Xiao Yang, there is a deceased person who needs you to bury him."

Xiao Yang: "Where is Lao Li?"

After all, Lao Li is the official employee of the company.

This burial is also considered as performance and commission.

I am a part-time program shooter, I can't compete with others for work.

And I just want to be bad, I don't want to do so many things.

Brother Zhang waved his right hand and said hurriedly.

"Let's go, let's go, talk while walking, the family members are waiting."

Xiao Yang glanced at Xiao Xiao.

Who knew that Xiao Xiao didn't keep him at all, but waved at him.

"Go, go~

"I still have to sell urns in the afternoon to make money."

Xiao Yang grinned.

The photographer brother told Xiao Yang not to worry, he would take picturesLook at Xiaoxiao.

Along the way.

Brother Zhang introduced the deceased to Xiao Yang.

A middle-aged man in his 50s.

He was found dead this morning.

Originally, it was Lao Li who was supposed to do the coffin.

But just now, the man's wife saw Xiao Yang's coffining skills on the Internet.

She insisted on changing it to Xiao Yang.

It is said that the man is the CEO of a listed company.

There will be many people attending the memorial service.

The wife hopes that her husband can leave in the most decent way.

"I see~"

"Let's go, I'll make him up so that he can be a bridegroom tonight."

Xiao Yang took the tool box and went straight to the coffin room.

The man's wife and the man's mother were sitting outside the coffin room.

Xiao Yang had some impression of this wife.

It was the woman who bought the urn for 26,900 yuan this morning.

This woman obviously recognized Xiao Yang.

"You?"

"The man who slept on the stall this morning?"

Xiao Yang nodded.

The woman looked at Xiao Yang suspiciously and said.

"Please make up my husband well. Many people will come to mourn him."

"We won't owe you money."

Xiao Yang nodded to the two family members, indicating that he understood.

Then he entered the mortuary.

The woman said that she was afraid that she and the old man would be too sad, so she did not enter the mortuary and sat outside.

Xiao Yang put on his work clothes, mask and gloves.

He started working.

And Brother Zhang watched from the side.

The man lay on the operating table.

The whole body was stiff.

Xiao Yang first wiped the body carefully with disinfectant and cotton pads.

From the body to the face.

At this time, Xiao Yang carefully observed the man's face.

It was a dark area.

There were also a few fine, imperceptible blood spots.

In the room, there were only Xiao Yang and Brother Zhang.

And the camera on the wall silently filming.

Xiao Yang asked while wiping his hands.

"Brother Zhang, do you know how this man died?"

Brother Zhang said: "I heard that he died while drinking and sleeping."

"Oh, what a pity, he was only 50 years old."

"The CEO of a listed company, with so much money at home and a beautiful young wife outside."

"He just left like that."

"So in our industry, after seeing so much, we still feel that money is not important.

You can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die. Health, longevity and happiness are the most important."

Brother Zhang's few heartfelt words.

The audience in the live broadcast room were full of emotion.

——"Brother Zhang is right, it's enough to have enough money to spend. Otherwise, if you die and the money is not spent, it's not worth it."

——"Rich people will die too, and I will die, which is equivalent to being rich."

——"Although this is the case, I still hope to exchange my 20 years of life for 100 million."

——"I don't need it, I will exchange 20 years of life for 50 million."

——"The upstairs people, don't disrupt the market!"

In the mortuary,

Through the door, Xiao Yang can still hear the crying of women and old people outside.

Xiao Yang still wipes the man's face repeatedly.

The more he looks at it, the more he feels it's wrong.

With his foundation in traditional Chinese medicine and now his forensic skills,

He feels that the man's death is not that simple.