Chapter 2 Bizarre Business

It was not a strange thing at first, but the strange thing was that one day I felt unwell and asked for leave in advance to go home and rest. I don’t know if it was because of the fever, but when I saw my door in the dark corridor, I thought at first glance that there was a gold-rimmed wreath on the door.

This metaphor is not very appropriate, after all, it is a two-dimensional thing, but if you look closely, the color scheme and the wreaths painted that year are really similar. I was so panicked that I tore up the painting and threw it away.

That night I was still quite uneasy. I encountered strange things twice in a row, which would make anyone go crazy. I called my friend from my hometown and asked him to spend the night with me. He is my landlord, we often interact with each other, and we get to know each other as soon as we go back and forth. He happened to have nothing to do, so he came over to accompany me to a nearby food stall and had a few skewers. We both got very drunk and helped each other back home.

As soon as I entered the house, I fell down on the sofa. Because I was too sleepy, I didn't care where my friends were sleeping. I just lay there for a while and then fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took, but in a hazy moment, I felt someone push me. I thought he was a friend, ignored him, turned over and continued to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already sunny and the room was full of sunshine. My head hurt. I looked around and found that I was lying in the bedroom. I thought maybe my friend brought me here because he was afraid that I would catch a cold. I didn't see my friend, so I staggered out of bed and planned to go to the living room to find him.

I bent down to find my shoes, only to find that the bed was surrounded by dark footprints. The mark was small, like that of a child.

I felt like I was breaking out in a cold sweat, and my body, which had been warmed by the sun, started to feel cold. I quickly looked around and found that there was nothing in the room, so I hurriedly put on my shoes. I opened the curtains and let the sunlight fill the room, and I felt relieved.

When I came to the living room, my friend was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were in a trance, his expression was dull, and his saliva was drooling. Thick saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the sofa, and then slid along the edge of the sofa to the floor.

I tried calling him a few times, but he didn't respond at all. I thought back to the weird events of the past few days, and I thought it was the little boy who was causing trouble.

I'm not a very courageous person. The reason why I don't feel scared is actually because I don't believe it myself. There were often rumors of supernatural ghost stories in the mountains in my hometown. I listened to them as stories and never thought that I would encounter ghosts.

Thinking about it, I suddenly discovered a detail that I had overlooked. If the little boy had slipped out and had an accident the night I moved, how come the wreaths had arrived the next morning?

No matter how fast his family is, they can't do this in one night. Or were they prescient and knew that something was going to happen to the little boy that day?

The more I thought about it, the more mysterious it became. I simply shook my head and threw away all these distracting thoughts. After looking at my unconscious friend on the sofa, I decided to find a "master" to come over and take a look.

I called a friend who was also in Beijing with whom I had a good relationship. After he learned about this, he immediately recommended a person named Qin to me.

Master Qin arrived soon. Before this, I had always thought that the masters were all wearing Taoist robes and wielding mahogany swords. Unexpectedly, this man named Qin turned out to be a young man in his twenties, wearing casual clothes and wearing nothing but a canvas bag on his back. Nothing else.

After listening to my story, he told me that the little boy had actually died a long time ago. The day I moved was on the 13th day of the lunar calendar, which was a day with heavy Yin energy. In addition, the family home was full of old people, so ghosts could not be suppressed. , the little boy’s soul was unstable, wandering at the door of the house, and I bumped into him.

The little boy kept following me. He was a kind-hearted child during his lifetime and had no regrets after his death. He only followed me for fun. As for the friend on the sofa, he accidentally "saw" the little boy and was frightened. He just needed to comfort him.

I heard that his story was very mysterious, almost like a ghost hunter, so I decided that he was a liar. I thanked him, but the young man named Qin didn't mention the charge. Before leaving, he also gave me an object to ward off evil spirits. I took it and saw it was a red sachet.

After Master Qin left, it didn't take long for my friend to wake up and he was so frightened that he ran home.

Later, I didn’t mention this to anyone, and I lost my job because I was absent from work for an entire morning without any reason. I changed my job to a job that provided food and accommodation, and within a few years I was promoted to general manager.

Now I am the boss of a construction company in Beijing. Unlike ordinary construction companies, my company's clients are all dead people. To be precise, we specialize in designing and building mausoleums.

In this day and age, cemeteries are increasingly becoming the best place to bury the dead. However, with the rapid economic development in our country, major wealthy businessmen began to look for more innovative burial methods. Our company became the first choice.

Human beings place the body or ashes of the deceased in a specific place, which is called "burial". The place used to place the body or its ashes is called a "tomb". In Chinese archeology, the two are often collectively referred to as "tombs." According to investigations so far, China has had burial customs as late as the Late Paleolithic Age.

In a class society, differences in burials prominently reflect class relations. The differences between different ethnic groups and regions in various eras have also been fully reflected in the tomb system culture. The customs of ancient tombs vary from time to time and place, including burial, cremation, water burial, etc. Most common among Chinese people are burials.

The history of burials originated from the Shang Dynasty. At that time, our country already had a crude burial system. The Shang king and some princes built tombs for themselves under the loess soil, and at the same time used a large number of people and livestock to bury them. In the tombs of Shang kings and nobles, the number of victims ranged from dozens to as many as one or two hundred, including the tomb owner's attendants, maids and concubines, guards and various miscellaneous personnel. In addition, there are "human sacrifices" that are completely used for burial. It was also from that time that the idea of burial objects began to be introduced, which has been followed until now.

Nowadays, a wealthy businessman who builds his own tomb will not be too lawless and will not ask others to bury him. There were countless burial objects, mostly antiques and jewelry. There are also some trendy owners who put their laptops in their coffins in the hope that they can still be used after they die.

There are even some tombs equipped with air conditioners and other electrical appliances. At first glance, they look just like modern people’s rooms. If it were not built underground and a large coffin was placed in the room, we would really think that we had built a villa.

Our company never asks what customers think, as long as the remuneration is generous, we do it exactly according to the customer's requirements.

Those who work in this industry naturally get a lot of remuneration. A one-stop service can earn a total of tens of millions to hundreds of millions, and the design fee alone can reach hundreds of thousands. But I don’t really get much from it. After deducting the cost, most of the rest belongs to the company’s technical staff. They take a total of 80%, and my boss, who does not contribute money or effort, only gets 20%.

According to experience, it takes about half a year for a company to have a formal customer. Expenses accumulate over time, and not much money can flow into deposits. Therefore, I have been working for several years and now I still only live in an ordinary high-end community, while my subordinates live in villas and drive luxury cars.

Don't think that I am showing off by being able to do this at such a young age. If the previous boss of the company hadn't suddenly given up my position to me, I would still be an ordinary employee now.

The former boss was neither sick nor abroad, and he had a biological son. Instead of leaving the company to his son, he gave it to me. This move confused everyone who knew him. Including me, I only know that he has now found a place with beautiful scenery to live in seclusion.

Before I became the general manager, I was just a small employee in the company. To put it nicely, I was a clerk. In fact, I was just an errand boy at best. I checked for the people in the company and understood the situation at home, and at the same time, I played both ways to please my customers and bosses. My first few businesses went smoothly, but just when I thought my luck had finally exploded, I encountered hardships all along the boring road, and I really encountered a bizarre business.