454: Goodbye Bu Jin

Majuqiao.

Shen Bei received a “good job.”

This kind of job was beyond the average laborer, and they weren’t willing to do it, even though it was easy and the pay was good.

But it was a bit unlucky.

“The employer said that the emotions must be genuine, the expression deeply sorrowful, just like for your own family, no faking it,” a Boss chattered on.

“Also, you need to exert some strength; we’re following a traditional ceremony.”

After he finished speaking, most of the laborers dispersed, leaving only Shen Bei standing there.

The Boss looked at Shen Bei, “Young man, can you do it?”

Shen Bei stroked his chin, “Crying, wailing at a funeral, right?”

The Boss nodded affirmatively, “That’s right, that’s the job. It’s best if you can shed tears; you’ll get extra money. If not, just wail, as long as you don’t let the atmosphere go flat.”

“How much money?”

“1000 yuan.”

“I’ll do it!”

“I can see you have a future, let’s go!”

The Boss waved Shen Bei into the car.

Inside the medium-sized bus, there were also a few student-like individuals, sitting separately.

After some conversation, Shen Bei was shocked.

These young people really were students.

Students from a drama academy!

They were also recruited by the Boss to wail at the employer’s funeral.

According to them, this was called “internship.”

It was relevant to their major.

Actors, after all, crying scenes are a fundamental skill.

And the Boss who hosted funerals was already an old client of these students.

If a student hadn’t gotten a stomach ache today, Shen Bei wouldn’t have had this opportunity.

Shen Bei clicked his tongue a few times, “Working part-time to pay for school, huh!”

This was Shen Bei’s first time encountering such a job; it was quite interesting.

Although it was considered unlucky, Shen Bei didn’t care at all.

Experiencing a different working life, becoming the most awesome Martial Artist.

Just do it!

The Boss shouted for a while longer at Majuqiao, but no one else signed up. Time was tight, so he finally stopped and drove to the funeral home.

“Tell me,” the Boss seemed a bit angry, “It’s about making money, what’s unlucky or not unlucky about it? Which RMB is unlucky? Which RMB can’t be spent? These arrogant fools, they make money on their knees and spend it standing up, is there something wrong with that?”

It must be said, the Boss’s description was quite interesting.

There’s no shame in making money.

If it’s not stolen or robbed, but earned through one’s own ability, then there’s nothing wrong with it.

The Boss drove, glancing at Shen Bei, “I see you have a good physique. You’ll be on coffin-carrying duty. Any problem?”

Shen Bei shrugged, “I can. But aren’t they all turned into small boxes now?”

“Rules are made by people,” the Boss said meaningfully.

Shen Bei suddenly understood, saying “Oh” as he got it.

“I like straightforward people like you. I can tell you’ll achieve great things in the future. This industry has promising prospects.”

Shen Bei felt like he had heard that sentence somewhere before.

He was momentarily dazed.

He remembered now; it was the night before the Martial Arts Exam.

The scaffolding in Lingnan City had collapsed, and Boss Zhang had called him in the middle of the night to help with the work.

Boss Zhang had said that very same sentence in the car back then.

It was a common tactic to win people over.

Shen Bei rolled his eyes. Looking at this situation, it seemed like there was an intention to recruit him into the main force.

Once the Boss started talking, he didn’t stop, his mouth seemed rented: “Brother, think about it, nowadays every family has only one child. When an elder passes away, how to arrange things, how to busy oneself, what the process is—who understands all that, right?”

“Furthermore, the people nowadays, I’ve seen too many of them. When an elder passes away, they’re still over there activating their Primordial Spirit.”

“They don’t even shed a single tear, sigh.”

“So, some people, to avoid embarrassment, spend money to create a scene.”

“This is a business opportunity.”

Shen Bei was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands, “May you get rich, Boss. Your team is quite high-spec, isn’t it?”

As he spoke, he pointed to the students behind him, “They’re all professionals.”

“Oh,” the Boss steered with one hand, lit a cigarette, and said, “They’re all temporary. They’ll graduate sooner or later, batch after batch. They can’t stay with me; I can’t hinder their dreams of becoming stars.”

Damn it.

They even cared about that?

Shen Bei rolled his eyes.

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The reflections outside the car sped by.

Shen Bei increasingly felt that the current route the vehicle was taking seemed familiar to him.

It was as if he had traveled this road before.

Shen Bei hadn’t been to the capital many times.

His only time was with Zhuang Bifan, waiting at the capital’s military headquarters to descend into the Xing Sha Dungeon.

Shen Bei leaned against the window, constantly observing his surroundings.

Finally, he remembered.

This was the damn route he took to the funeral home last time!

It was the funeral home from the time of the car accident, when Bu Jin hired him to collect bodies.

“Fate…” Shen Bei muttered.

The Boss drove out of the city, took a turn, and asked, “What? What fate?”

Shen Bei smiled and said, “Do you know Bu Jin?”

“Hey, isn’t that the body reconstructor? I’m often around here, how could I not know him?” The Boss, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, asked, “So, you and Bu Jin know each other?”

“I once worked under him.”

“An apprentice? That’s a good job; most people can’t even get in there. Is it a permanent position?”

Shen Bei shook his head, “Misunderstanding. Back then, also at Majuqiao, he hired me to pick up shattered bodies on the highway.”

The Boss thought for a moment, “I don’t know about that; I must have been back in my hometown. Still, it’s familiar territory, which is good.”

The vehicle drove into the funeral home.

Everyone got out.

The students clearly understood the procedures and routines; they had their mourning clothes and props ready.

“Wait in the condolence hall. The deceased is still en route, so rest for now.”

The Boss gave instructions, then went aside to make a phone call, contacting the deceased’s family.

The students hid inside, playing mobile games.

Shen Bei, however, followed his memory route to the deepest part of the corridor, the cosmetic arrangement hall.

He pushed the door open.

It was empty inside; there was no one, nor any ghosts…

“He’s not here…” Shen Bei turned to leave.

Shen Bei was still very curious about Bu Jin.

If he hadn’t been distracted by Bo Tao and Ren Qianna’s golden kettle at the time.

Shen Bei would have really wanted to investigate what kind of ghost Bu Jin was.

After all, Shen Bei had seen Bu Jin pull a ball of white light from a person’s corpse’s forehead.

After returning from the Xing Sha Dungeon, Shen Bei had indeed researched what this thing was.

But whether online or in library searches, he couldn’t find any corresponding articles or books.

This meant that Bu Jin’s method was unique to him, possibly even one of a kind.

Now, returning to the old place, Shen Bei wanted to talk to Bu Jin.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t talk to him.

He would provoke Bu Jin. If this method of pulling white light from a corpse’s forehead was something that couldn’t be seen by others, Bu Jin would definitely come looking for trouble.

That would be even better.

Shen Bei feared no trouble and would have a reason to send him to the military’s dungeon for a good torture session.

If Bu Jin didn’t care, he would naturally reveal a thing or two.

But the guy wasn't there now.

Shen Bei returned to the condolence hall.

The Boss was arranging bouquets and elegiac couplets. Shen Bei stepped forward, lending a hand to help arrange them.

Soon after.

A large Golden Cup van stopped at the building entrance.

The Boss shouted, “Stop playing, all of you! Get your spirits up, move it!”

All personnel immediately stood up.

Soon.

The funeral home staff pushed a cart, transporting the deceased in and placing him in the cold coffin.

The condolences could now begin.

The deceased’s family consisted only of a chubby man, who looked like a couch potato.

The Boss was explaining the process to the employer on the side.

Just then, a voice entered Shen Bei’s ears, “Why do you look so familiar?”

Shen Bei looked up and exclaimed, “Master Bu! It’s me, Little Beibei!”

Bu Jin: …