chapter 1 Cowardly as a rat

John Wilson drove his father's broken pickup truck to the southern suburbs with a cart of paper!

There is a saying in Cloud city that The eastern city is expensive and The western the city is rich. the South city is full of nouveau riche, and the North City is full of mud-legged pants! What are mud leg pants? It refers to those mud-legged people who do menial work and have a low status! Unfortunately, John Wilson grew up in this North City.

What John Wilson took today was a big order from an upstart the South city!

The pickup truck is full of paper bags, horses and horses, and the popular mobile phones, computers, villas, and little girls, all of which cost 380 yuan to build and sell for 18,000 yuan. Don't think it's too expensive. In this age, the nouveau riche who engage in burials are willing to spend hundreds of thousands in burial fees, but they don't care about the 18,000 paper fees!

The fat man on the phone originally asked John Wilson to arrive on time at seven o'clock, but there were red lights all the way from North City to the South city, and it was already half past seven when he arrived!

The funeral compound is a European-style villa, but unfortunately, it was painted a bright rich gold color by the owner, and the color is yellow. Those who didn't know it thought it was the Cloud city Shit Industry Management Office!

"Look what time it is? Don't you want money anymore?"John Wilson was looking at this nondescript and crowded compound when he suddenly slapped his car window with a palm, and a big fat face looked at him fiercely. Stare at yourself!

This is my customer!

John Wilson smiled flatteringly, got out of the car quickly, nodded and bowed and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, the traffic is too heavy, making you wait for so long!"

"I can wait! Can my old man wait? Mr. Yin and Yang said that at eight o'clock, the old man will get in the car and go straight to the Paradise!" The fat man sneered coldly: "If you delay the time, you can carry my old man to the West. !”

John Wilson smiled coquettishly. Over the years, he could not do anything else but pretend that his grandson had become a proficient person.

"Stop giggling, this is a funeral, why are you laughing! Why don't you move these things in quickly!" The fat man glanced at John Wilson and scolded: "Also, who is your brother? What are you trying to get close to? Look how poor you are in your clothes! My surname is Jin, and the wealthy Jin belongs to Jin!"

"Yes, yes, president Brice!"John Wilson bowed and said!

The fat man turned around and entered the yard, muttering as he walked: "You don't even need to urinate to reflect on your own virtue, so you call me brother? Bah!"

John Wilson looked at the fat man's back and smiled bitterly, then started to unload the truck! There seemed to be a lot of spiritual tools, but they were light in weight. After three times five divided by two, everything was brought to the tomb shed!

In fact, Cloud city had canceled burials three years ago. However, the Jin family still insisted on burying their father, saying that it was a symbol of status. Who makes people rich?

It stands to reason that for those who work in the field of ghost tools, if the things are delivered, then the work is done, just collect the money and leave! However, just when John Wilson put down the last tool, the fat man suddenly came over and said coldly: "Hey, poor man, go and pay homage to my old man."

"Me?"John Wilson was a little confused!

"What? It's you! You almost delayed my old man's auspicious day. It's a good thing that I didn't make you kneel down!"

The fat man spoke harshly and deliberately raised his voice an octave, attracting a lot of attention. The funeral relatives and friends all looked at John Wilson with cold expressions and smiles. Obviously, the fat man wanted to show his prestige in front of everyone!

"Okay, okay, I bow, you should!" After hesitating for a few seconds, John Wilson lowered his head, walked forward sheepishly, bowed towards the red coffin, and then took a stack of yellow paper in a decent manner. The ground started to burn, and he muttered words: "The money leads the horse to the west, and the immortal rides the crane to the sky. The unknown junior pays my respects today. I hope you will wear neon clothes as soon as possible!"

The fat man grinned and snorted to everyone: "Look, it's a despicable thing after all, and it's quite clever!"

John Wilson didn't mind at all, and still calmly said to the fat man seriously: "president Bush, it's time for me to leave. Can you pay the white envelope..."

"Why are you so anxious? Your two copper coins are indispensable!"

The fat man sneered, then turned to an old man wearing a yellow robe and said: "Master Yin Yang, you can start!"

Mr. Yin and Yang nodded, walked to the memorial shed, and shouted: "When the soul rises, strangers will avoid it, and the eldest son will raise a banner."

John Wilson was about to step aside, but who knew that the fat man grabbed Wang John Wilson and said, "Boy, I'll give you a nice job, hold the flag for me!"

John Wilson couldn't help but be startled. Not only him, but also all the relatives and friends next to him were a little surprised!

According to funeral customs, the person who throws the flags must be the eldest son or grandson of the deceased. Even if there is no eldest son or grandson, he still has to be close to his nephew. There is no way it should fall on an outsider like John Wilson. This is clearly humiliating people!

"What? You don't want to?" The fat man suddenly darkened his face and said, "You are in the funeral business and you even cry and mourn? What's wrong with carrying a flag?"

John Wilson was a little embarrassed, but he still had patience and said in a low voice: "president Bush... this flag-raising is not something outsiders can do, let alone me..."

"I don't know how to show appreciation!" The fat man lowered his voice and said fiercely: "I am a businessman. The people here are either rich or noble, and they are all show people. You can't let me wear a suit and hold banners in public, right? In short, You will be my old man’s banner-beating grandson today, and I will give you money, so I will have plenty of money!”

The fat man said, took out two wads of bills and slapped them on John Wilson's body!

Maybe he was using too much force or trying to show off, but a corner of the heavy banknote fell on John Wilson's face! A burning feeling quickly spread throughout the body...

I don't know why, this sense of shame always makes John Wilson inexplicably happy. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is a disease, a cheap disease. But for John Wilson, it was this sense of shame that allowed him to constantly remind himself to live well!

"What are you still waiting for? Pick up the banner! Once you take the money, you will be your grandson!" the fat man scolded again!

John Wilson grabbed the two wads of money, smiled stiffly, and actually took the banner in front of everyone! There was a burst of low laughter from the crowd, and John Wilson knew that he was now the clown at this funeral. But this is nothing to him, as always, he admits it!

"Get up!" Mr. Yin Yang shouted, and the eight men carrying the coffin shouted, lifting the heavy coffin onto their shoulders!

At this time, John Wilson needs to hold banners in front of him to guide the way, which means he is officially alive!

But at this moment, John Wilson's phone suddenly rang at an inappropriate time!

"Hey, happy gongs and drums bring joy every year, and beautiful dances bring joy every day..."

A lively and festive song "Good Days" was sung loudly. The unexpected music and the sad environment were a bit out of place, and instantly attracted bursts of snickers!

John Wilson smiled apologetically and quickly took out his cell phone! Unfortunately, the call happened to be hung up at this time, leaving only a text message on the screen!

It was this text message with only five words that shocked John Wilson whole body, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, chilling his heart.

In this world, one of the two people who cared about him has passed away!

"Hey, look, this kid is such a good actor, he's still crying!"

"Haha, the actor is ruthless, the bitch is unrighteous, these bastards are so virtuous when they see money!"

"You treat others as a filial son and grandson, but you still look like you're in a show, how mean!"

The crowd was chattering for a while, and the words were unbearable, but John Wilson head was roaring at the moment and he didn't hear anything. Looking at the five words on the phone, the expression on his face became colder and colder!

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Let's go quickly! I've wasted time and I'll chop you alive!" The fat man saw that John Wilson was stunned and the coffin behind him was blocked in the tomb. He couldn't help but get angry and came over to cover his face. With a slap, John Wilson's cell phone was smashed to the ground!

Looking at the cell phone with a broken screen and the missing handwriting on the ground, John Wilson eyes suddenly became fierce.

He turned around suddenly and stared at the fat man's face sinisterly!