Chapter 88: Incredible business

　　 "Old John, how many people did you call? If you squeeze it down, your ruined house will squeeze out of the hole."
　　 "Father John, what's the important thing about you suddenly summoning us? Always tell us the truth? It's really uncomfortable to be so in the dark."
　　 "Let's make do with the corpse collectors, what else can we do? Of course it is to discuss how to collect the corpses!"
　　 "What is there to discuss about collecting corpses? Who is not a veteran who has been working for more than three years, and he can close his eyes."
　　 "Who said? You have to pay attention to the rules for collecting corpses. Not all corpses can be collected. You have to pay attention to the site? If you just collect it casually, wouldn't it be bad for many years."
"Don’t you just want to talk about the out-of-town wanderer I collected a month ago? Yes, I made a small profit from him, but it was a coincidence that I just passed by there and collected it by the way. I didn’t mean to steal your job! Besides, I don’t accept it. Those vagrants and beggars will also pick up his possessions, and can’t wait for you to find it. Because of this, you are not targeting me once or twice. Today Since we are here with Old John, let's make it clear."
"Okay, since you all recognize it, then it's easy to say. The vagrant beggar died in the streets I was in charge of. I should have a share of the corpse money on his body. I'm not greedy. You take half of it. Come, it's over."
"Why? I do the job, you have to split it in half in a word of nothing? When did those streets become your private? Is it possible that I picked up a purse on those streets, and it was your failure. I just said that even without me, the corpse money will not fall into your hands."
　　 "Sophistry is pure sophistry, but you are just judging, how does this matter? If we all collect indiscriminately in the future, wouldn't there be no rules and the whole industry will be messed up!"
　　 "We are a group of corpse collectors. When did we start plotting sites like those hooligans, and when did we turn into an industry? It really has the face to say that even if it is a real industry, it is the cheapest kind."
　　 "Both of you should say a few words, isn't it just a matter of dozens of coppers? As for the troubles so much and the destruction of our friendship for so many years, is it worth it?"
"Dozens of coppers, what you said is light and flirty. The emotional coppers are not taken from your pocket. This is enough for me to work for most of the week. Besides, I am not at all wrong. It is he who is here for unreasonable troubles. I helped him collect those things. How can he never talk about the site when he is a penny and disease-ridden beggar? Wouldn't it be even more messy if everyone sees money open."
　　 "Nonsense, I told you this question before, when did you see me cross the line?"
　　 "Why don't you know good people? Forget it, forget it, you two continue to fight, I want to see what tricks you can fight for?"
"Shut up." Old John paused heavily on his crutches. His long face covered with age spots was so gloomy that water could drip. "For a little profit, you can't fight in front of the guests. Are you ashamed? Disunited, no wonder outsiders want to call us ghouls, and if this continues, all of you will really become ghouls."
　　 "But, we..."
"Speaking of nonsense, just get out of my house. There will be nothing to do with me in the future...cough cough..." Old John covered his mouth and coughed so badly that he was about to cough out his heart and lungs. Shrimp-shaped.
At this time, the crowd of corpses discovered that there was another person behind Old John’s tall figure, but this person was wearing a traveler’s hooded cloak, and was small in shape. He shrank in a dark corner without making a sound. Most people didn’t even notice. His existence.
Suddenly an outsider appeared, leaving these corpse collectors in a daze. Most of them looked at each other with vigilance. The relatively isolated environment and repressive life made most of the corpse collectors withdrawn and perverted, just because of the relationship between the classes. They are not friendly, let alone strangers.
　　 Xenophobia is about to become a part of their nature. If Old John hadn't coughed too much, even if he was highly respected, many corpse collectors would come forward to question.
　　 "It's been a long time since you gentlemen, don't come here without problems."
　　 The stranger obviously understood the corpse collector's habits, and took the initiative to open his hood, revealing a young face, and at the same time patted Old John on the back.
"Daddy calmed down, father calmed down. Your current situation is not suitable for anger. I'm really sorry. Before you came, I didn't consider my father's physical condition and caused my father trouble. Otherwise, he should be replaced by a doctor. "
"I thought it was a big man who came to our corpse alley and made old John make such a big move. It turned out to be Elle Hyman. I heard that you recently followed a new boss with a lot of money. I really appreciate it. You can smell the smell of meat every day at home. There are dozens of children crowded in front of your house every day, just to beg for bones to eat, to beg for soup to drink, why? This is to give the brothers some bones to chew. bite?"
"Satisfaction! Our group of ghouls are worthy of gnawing bones. Don't you still want to eat meat? Even if you are rich, if you dare to set foot in other people's shops, you will be beaten out by random sticks, and we will not eat people. Qualifications."
The thin young man is no one else. It is Elle Hyman, the young lobby manager of a hot business restaurant. Although he is not old, he has been at the bottom for so many years. He has been tempered for a long time, facing cynicism and expression. No change, he kept the most perfect smile and said: "This gentleman is really right. Ayler came here this time to give you a piece of meat, not only to make you full, but also to eat well."
　　 "There is such a good thing in the world? Who knows you...oh..."
　　 The cynicism and the most powerful corpse collector hugged his feet and wailed.
The one who beat him was not someone else, it was Old John who had stopped his coughing, leaning on crutches, panting and saying: "You are getting more and more mixed... every day you blame others, blame others for looking down on you, but you are looking at the river. Photo, do you think of yourself? It’s true that we deal with corpses every day, but there is no need to turn ourselves into a zombie. In addition to nasty thoughts, nasty thoughts are nasty thoughts in our hearts. Everyone is like a deliberate suspicion. , What else is worth thinking about?"
　　 This long talk gave Old John another heavy breath. Under his eagle-like gaze, no one dared to talk.
Only the previous corpse collector was groaning. Old John didn’t say anything about it just now, and the position he hit was very tricky. It was the place with the least calf flesh. Even if there were no fractures, the pain was enough for him to endure for three or two days of.
　　 It is the first time that many corpse collectors met the good-tempered old John making such a big fire, and they couldn't help but correct their attitude.
　　 "If you can trust my old John, let's go on to talk. If we can't, we will go back to each other. If there is any loss in the future, don't blame my old John for being unjust."
　　 Old John immediately put out another heavy sentence, causing the crowd to look at each other. What happened to the old John today?
　　 In the past, there were two quarrels in a meeting like the one in front of me. It was a common thing to fight for a few coppers.
　　 Fight poorly, fight poorly, the more poor the easier it is to produce various conflicts.
　　 A few coppers don’t seem to be many, but when it comes to a full meal, that’s a big deal. When we get to Old John, most of them want to ask the other person to help comment and preside over justice.
　　Old John usually plays the role of peacemaker. In the middle and the mud, both sides fought with each other. Although it is not necessarily fair, it is also a way to solve the problem. It is unique like today's anger.
　　 As for the corpse collector who walked out of this house, there was none, including the two who had a dispute, and the one who was on the crutches, because they knew that once they left the house, they would be isolated by the group of corpse collectors.
　　 For a group that itself is not accepted by the public, if it is isolated by this small group, it will really be a lonely family and not far from death.
　　The people who collected the corpses turned back to calm the mood of Old John.
　　 "Father John, what are you talking about? If we can't even believe Father John, who can we believe? Do you think?"
　　 "Anyone can cheat us, but the old man can't. I absolutely believed what the old man said."
　　 "If anyone dares to say that daddy is not, please ask my fist first and answer."
　　 "Father, calm down, you've been in a bad shape recently. If you are out of anger, if you leave us behind, we will really become a disc of loose sand, and we will always be under your body."
　　 "Can you speak? Can you speak? What does the old man leave us and go first? The old man is sturdy, and he must live longer than you, the sick ghost."
　　 "That is nature, that is nature, I said the wrong thing, I said the wrong thing."
　　 "Father, we are not right. We shouldn't care about these petty gains. The two of us will go back to solve it privately, and we will solve it privately, and similar things will never happen again."
　　 "Father, we know we were wrong, so forgive us for this while."
Old John sighed for a long time and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I won't die for a while. It's because of my heavy words, all for the sake of living. In order to live, I have not rarely done shameful deeds over the years, but We can't do this forever."
　　 "Not in this life? What else can we do? We have no craftsmanship, and we have no energy. When we hear that we are corpse collectors, we can't wait to be two blocks away from us. There are other ways out?"
　　 "Zifan is a bit of a way out, who wants to be a corpse collector."
"Don't worry, wait for me to finish." Old John waved his hand. "I didn't say that we want to change careers. We are still our corpse collectors, but some people are willing to make a deal with us, a big deal, if the operation is good. It’s impossible to make a fortune, but it’s okay to ask for a full meal."
　　 "Deal? Big deal? We are collecting corpses, not collecting tatters, but also picking some old things and reselling them. What kind of trade can we have?"
　　 "Yeah? Don't you want us to sell corpses? This can't be done. This is to be condemned by the gods. After death, the soul will fall into forever. I don't do this kind of thing."
　　 "What do you say? If you let the people of the Holy See hear you, be careful to send you to the torture frame."
　　 "Who are we trading with? Is it little Eller? I admit that he has mixed up well recently, but it is far from the level of bringing us all together, right?"
　　 "Don't guess, just listen to the old man's words, and it will be done! Dad, you don't want to sell it anymore. What is the deal that makes you so exciting?"
　　 "That's right, father, you hurry up, you are about to die of anxious death."
　　 The corpse collectors whispered to each other, and after guessing for a long time, they couldn't guess why, and finally turned their eyes on Old John and Eller. Not surprisingly, this so-called transaction was brought by the young man in front of him.
　　 Old John deliberately paused for a while, let everyone digest the news, and at the same time suffocated their appetites before saying.
"This matter is not clear in one or two sentences. My old John lived a lifetime. It was the first time I encountered such a deal. I didn't dare to make my own decisions. So I called everyone over and listened to them personally. Make your own decision. Today, my body is a little unhealthy. Let Little Eller tell everyone in person, Eller, come on."
　　 "Father John, you rest first. I can't thank you enough if you can summon the gentlemen for me. Naturally, I will leave the rest to me."
　　 Eller dragged a stool over with great skill, helped Old John sit down, and cleared his throat.
"There are those who know me, and some who don’t know me. It doesn’t matter. I’m just a small person. I’m in charge of running errands. The one who really wants to do business with you is my current boss~EbookFREE.me~Open Food The Andean from the museum and the medical clinic?"
　　 "That's right."
　　 "What big deal can he do with us? Is it to transport the bodies of patients in the medical clinic? But for those who can go to the medical clinic, eight CDs have family members, don't you need us?"
"With this need, our boss is kind, and he will not only treat the wealthy patients, but also treat some homeless patients. There are always corpses without family members. It is really troublesome to deal with. But this is not the main content of our discussion today. My boss wants to ask you to do something. This matter is a simple task for you."
　　 Eller paused slightly, looked around, and saw that all the corpses were listening, before continuing.
"When you are collecting the bodies, turn around and leave the city from the gate where the infirmary is located, especially those who still have a breath, including those seriously injured gladiators. Use your fastest speed to send them to the infirmary. , Of course, it won’t make you work in vain. Every time a corpse is transported through the medical clinic, you will be rewarded with a meal. You can choose to eat or exchange it for copper at the market price. Now."
　　 After Eller finished speaking, the scene was silent. The collected corpses looked at each other, and no one answered the conversation for a long while, because the sale was so weird that it was unheard of.
　　 It is not difficult for them. At most, they can run more errands, but they can get a full meal. It is definitely a pie from the sky. They are not afraid of hardship or tiredness. What is really afraid of is that no one dares to use them.
　　 But the question is, what does the other party picture?
　　 There is no profit at all, can this kind of business last long?
　　Wait when his corpse is pulled over, but the other party does not admit it, what should I do?