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The story of funeral home
Author: February lemon Pan Sheng
Chapter I Application
Updated on March 2009-19 4: 19: 55 words: 4 103.
Ayang, I have found a suitable job. Are you interested in going with me? Han's voice came from the other end of the phone.
That's great. I'm just bored at home. Go ahead. Where are you going? Let me say hello to you first. I won't go with a low salary.
Don't worry, the salary is 3000 yuan a month.
What kind of job? The salary is good. Very tempting.
Yes, as a security guard in a funeral home in our suburb.
Shit, Jiazi, are you okay? You are going to that place, too. You want to die.
I said Ayang, what age is it now? We all believe in science and oppose superstition. Why are you afraid to go? You are so timid, you really don't look like a man.
There was a slight trembling voice on the other end of the phone. Although I dare not go, you don't know if I was born when I saw a ghost. You were still wearing open-backed pants when I caught the ghost. Obviously, his words only stimulated Han. Tell me when to sign up and take a few days off a month.
Han laughed at himself and really fell for it. His face was still full of smug smiles. He said to the phone, "Come to my house after lunch tomorrow, and we will go together. Not far from the dormitory, I will go to relatives for three days a month. "
Ok, I'll pack my bags and come to see you at noon tomorrow. Say that finish, Ayang hastily hung up the phone.
Ayang is my middle school classmate. After graduation, we still keep in touch frequently. This year, Ayang is one year older than me. After graduating from high school, he and I went to a hairdressing school to learn hairdressing, but later we played around and cheated our family for a year, and finally we gave up this industry. I used to work with him, so we have a good understanding, even we ...