Chapter 627 Corpse
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
"No matter what, if you start at a thousand a day, that would be great."
Antulu smacked his lips.
Then I felt a little emotional.
"Forget it, some money is not something I can earn."
Antulu shook his head.
Force yourself not to think about useless things.
Just in time, the bus was shaking and the destination arrived.
So Antulu got out of the car.
Then go to Fat Brother’s lair.
It was a traditional dessert shop.The most well-known dessert in the store is the traditional dessert of Golden Flower Empire - Basbotha.It is a cake made of semolina and syrup, sometimes with rose water added for a sweet taste, and finally sprinkled with shredded coconut. It is a very popular local specialty.
In addition to cakes, there will be no shortage of drinks.
Karakada, a local specialty drink made from roselle, is rich in anthocyanins, pectin, fruit acid, etc. It has a natural aromatic taste, slightly sour taste, bright color, ruddy and tender color, and is also popular.
The dessert shop is open.
There were many people sitting on the seats outside.
The person Antulu is looking for is also inside.
"Hi, Fat Brother, I'm here." He stepped forward quickly and said hello, "I'm not late, am I?"
"It's okay, it's still early."
The person who answered was a fat man wearing a gold chain with a thick thumb.
"The mutated beasts are attacking. Do you know the relevant news?"
"It's impossible not to know about such a big thing." Antulu smiled.
"As long as you know, it's still the same job as before, digging up corpses."
"Uh, this..."
"50 for a body."
"No problem, I can start now."
Antulu responded with a firm look.
Regarding Antulu's performance, Fat Brother nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to look at his watch, and then pointed to one side: "Go and find a place over there to lie down for a while, and then set off later."
"Okay, okay." Antulu said yes repeatedly.
The fat brother waved his hand to dismiss him.
Antulu followed the instructions and walked to his destination.
After he arrived, he rolled his eyes and glanced around quickly.
This is actually a pile of building debris.
If they were intact, they would be a row of storefronts facing the street.As for now, of course it has become construction waste that no one cares about.
To be honest, I don’t know if there are one or two unlucky people buried under these construction debris.
Antulu could only pray that it didn't happen.Otherwise, just lying here to rest will always feel like something is wrong.
Since he said he had to work at night, he just found a corner that seemed flat and lay down.
Anyone who has actually lied on the ground knows that it is best not to lie directly on the ground, as it is easy to get sick.
Getting sick is a terrible thing, especially when you have no money.
Antulu had no choice but to take off his shirt and put it on his back, trying to reduce the risk of getting sick.
Despite this, when he was woken up by a shout while half asleep, his head was a little dizzy and he wondered if he was sick.
"Okay, okay, anyone who wants to work and make money, come here and get in the car."
Fat Brother clapped his hands and greeted.
Next to him, there is an old truck.
Antulu suspected that the truck was older than his grandfather, if his grandfather were still alive.
However, he is here to make money, and these unimportant things have nothing to do with him.
So he followed the others, got into the car together, and was pulled to the edge of the city like cargo.
As soon as they arrived at their destination, everyone quickly got out of the car with a cheer.
After waiting for a while, another car came over.
Fat Brother got out of the car and pointed: "Nothing to say, the old rule is, a corpse costs 50 yuan, put it on the truck, and the money is yours."
As he spoke, he winked at his subordinates.
The subordinate immediately opened a small box, which was full of money, in bundles, all in denominations of 50.
"Go ahead and get to work." Fat Brother waved his hand.
Those who couldn't wait had already ran out quickly.
Antulu was also one of them, but he seemed to be really sick. After running a few steps, he was out of breath and a little tired.
If he simply had no strength, forget it, but what was irritating was that because he was running slowly, he could have seen the body lying on the ground, but he asked another man to snatch it away.
He could only watch helplessly as the other party carried the body to the old truck, threw it in, and received a bill from Fat Brother.
That should have been mine!
That's my money!
Antulu was filled with resentment, but arguing with a man at this time would not help matters and would also slow down his efficiency in making money.
He had no choice but to secretly note the man's appearance, and then continue to search for the body in the night.
These people carrying corpses are like hard-working ants, constantly moving.
Soon, some simple and easy-to-find bodies were found.
Those buried under the building became their new choice.
This resulted in a significant decrease in the efficiency of transporting corpses.The fat brother who had been giving out money was now free.
Since I was idle, I started chatting with my subordinates.
After chatting for a while, the subordinate became curious: "Fat brother, why are we here to dig up corpses?"
What Fat Brother does for a living is quite strange.
If you dig up a corpse, you can get 50 yuan, but where does the money come from?
Fat brother can’t be doing charity, right?
"Are you interested in this matter?" Fatty glanced at his subordinate, "Are you tired of living?"
When the subordinate heard this, he couldn't help but think of a rumor.That is, you can joke with Fat Brother as much as you like, but you can't ask about how the other person makes money, otherwise, you won't even know how you died.
"It's just a joke." The subordinate shook his head quickly, "I have no interest in this kind of thing at all."
"It's fine if you're not interested." Fat Brother snorted, "But...it's not impossible to tell you. Anyway, I don't do this kind of work very often."
Hearing what Fat Brother said, he didn't seem to care, and his subordinate became interested again, but he didn't dare to ask formally, for fear that Fat Brother was testing him.After hesitating for a moment, he asked hesitantly: "That is?"
"Actually, it's nothing. These corpses are required by the research institute." Fatty snorted coldly, "I heard that they are using these corpses for research, and I don't know whether they are true or not. However, these members of the escort team are on official duty. They were killed in the line of duty, but no one came to help them bury their bodies. Instead, they let a low-class guy like me do it, which is obviously a problem."
"Fat Brother, stop talking." His subordinates were not fools. Fat Brother made it so obvious that it made it difficult for him to step down.There is no way, not everything can be heard, and not everything should be known.
Okay, now he knows something he shouldn't know, which will cause trouble in the future.
"It's okay. If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one outside will know."
The fat brother said it very firmly, I don’t know where he got the confidence.
"If this matter spreads, it must be you who said it. When the time comes, don't blame me for being rude."
He threatened pointedly.
Antulu smacked his lips.
Then I felt a little emotional.
"Forget it, some money is not something I can earn."
Antulu shook his head.
Force yourself not to think about useless things.
Just in time, the bus was shaking and the destination arrived.
So Antulu got out of the car.
Then go to Fat Brother’s lair.
It was a traditional dessert shop.The most well-known dessert in the store is the traditional dessert of Golden Flower Empire - Basbotha.It is a cake made of semolina and syrup, sometimes with rose water added for a sweet taste, and finally sprinkled with shredded coconut. It is a very popular local specialty.
In addition to cakes, there will be no shortage of drinks.
Karakada, a local specialty drink made from roselle, is rich in anthocyanins, pectin, fruit acid, etc. It has a natural aromatic taste, slightly sour taste, bright color, ruddy and tender color, and is also popular.
The dessert shop is open.
There were many people sitting on the seats outside.
The person Antulu is looking for is also inside.
"Hi, Fat Brother, I'm here." He stepped forward quickly and said hello, "I'm not late, am I?"
"It's okay, it's still early."
The person who answered was a fat man wearing a gold chain with a thick thumb.
"The mutated beasts are attacking. Do you know the relevant news?"
"It's impossible not to know about such a big thing." Antulu smiled.
"As long as you know, it's still the same job as before, digging up corpses."
"Uh, this..."
"50 for a body."
"No problem, I can start now."
Antulu responded with a firm look.
Regarding Antulu's performance, Fat Brother nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to look at his watch, and then pointed to one side: "Go and find a place over there to lie down for a while, and then set off later."
"Okay, okay." Antulu said yes repeatedly.
The fat brother waved his hand to dismiss him.
Antulu followed the instructions and walked to his destination.
After he arrived, he rolled his eyes and glanced around quickly.
This is actually a pile of building debris.
If they were intact, they would be a row of storefronts facing the street.As for now, of course it has become construction waste that no one cares about.
To be honest, I don’t know if there are one or two unlucky people buried under these construction debris.
Antulu could only pray that it didn't happen.Otherwise, just lying here to rest will always feel like something is wrong.
Since he said he had to work at night, he just found a corner that seemed flat and lay down.
Anyone who has actually lied on the ground knows that it is best not to lie directly on the ground, as it is easy to get sick.
Getting sick is a terrible thing, especially when you have no money.
Antulu had no choice but to take off his shirt and put it on his back, trying to reduce the risk of getting sick.
Despite this, when he was woken up by a shout while half asleep, his head was a little dizzy and he wondered if he was sick.
"Okay, okay, anyone who wants to work and make money, come here and get in the car."
Fat Brother clapped his hands and greeted.
Next to him, there is an old truck.
Antulu suspected that the truck was older than his grandfather, if his grandfather were still alive.
However, he is here to make money, and these unimportant things have nothing to do with him.
So he followed the others, got into the car together, and was pulled to the edge of the city like cargo.
As soon as they arrived at their destination, everyone quickly got out of the car with a cheer.
After waiting for a while, another car came over.
Fat Brother got out of the car and pointed: "Nothing to say, the old rule is, a corpse costs 50 yuan, put it on the truck, and the money is yours."
As he spoke, he winked at his subordinates.
The subordinate immediately opened a small box, which was full of money, in bundles, all in denominations of 50.
"Go ahead and get to work." Fat Brother waved his hand.
Those who couldn't wait had already ran out quickly.
Antulu was also one of them, but he seemed to be really sick. After running a few steps, he was out of breath and a little tired.
If he simply had no strength, forget it, but what was irritating was that because he was running slowly, he could have seen the body lying on the ground, but he asked another man to snatch it away.
He could only watch helplessly as the other party carried the body to the old truck, threw it in, and received a bill from Fat Brother.
That should have been mine!
That's my money!
Antulu was filled with resentment, but arguing with a man at this time would not help matters and would also slow down his efficiency in making money.
He had no choice but to secretly note the man's appearance, and then continue to search for the body in the night.
These people carrying corpses are like hard-working ants, constantly moving.
Soon, some simple and easy-to-find bodies were found.
Those buried under the building became their new choice.
This resulted in a significant decrease in the efficiency of transporting corpses.The fat brother who had been giving out money was now free.
Since I was idle, I started chatting with my subordinates.
After chatting for a while, the subordinate became curious: "Fat brother, why are we here to dig up corpses?"
What Fat Brother does for a living is quite strange.
If you dig up a corpse, you can get 50 yuan, but where does the money come from?
Fat brother can’t be doing charity, right?
"Are you interested in this matter?" Fatty glanced at his subordinate, "Are you tired of living?"
When the subordinate heard this, he couldn't help but think of a rumor.That is, you can joke with Fat Brother as much as you like, but you can't ask about how the other person makes money, otherwise, you won't even know how you died.
"It's just a joke." The subordinate shook his head quickly, "I have no interest in this kind of thing at all."
"It's fine if you're not interested." Fat Brother snorted, "But...it's not impossible to tell you. Anyway, I don't do this kind of work very often."
Hearing what Fat Brother said, he didn't seem to care, and his subordinate became interested again, but he didn't dare to ask formally, for fear that Fat Brother was testing him.After hesitating for a moment, he asked hesitantly: "That is?"
"Actually, it's nothing. These corpses are required by the research institute." Fatty snorted coldly, "I heard that they are using these corpses for research, and I don't know whether they are true or not. However, these members of the escort team are on official duty. They were killed in the line of duty, but no one came to help them bury their bodies. Instead, they let a low-class guy like me do it, which is obviously a problem."
"Fat Brother, stop talking." His subordinates were not fools. Fat Brother made it so obvious that it made it difficult for him to step down.There is no way, not everything can be heard, and not everything should be known.
Okay, now he knows something he shouldn't know, which will cause trouble in the future.
"It's okay. If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one outside will know."
The fat brother said it very firmly, I don’t know where he got the confidence.
"If this matter spreads, it must be you who said it. When the time comes, don't blame me for being rude."
He threatened pointedly.
