"Buying flowers, sir?"

"Buy flowers? Ask me?"

Mu Chun looked at the store that was more than ten square meters. Apart from flowers, there were only four people there. Two were store owners, one was himself, and one was like, wow, there was no trace of someone there.

"What kind of flowers are sold here?" Mu Chun asked timidly, holding the packaged rice rolls.

"There are all kinds of flowers."

Xiao Zhang answered with a smile.

"How about you take a look first and I'll entertain this guest."

He said he wanted to entertain, but the guest had already turned around and left, opened the door and disappeared into the autumn wind and night rain.

"Phew, scary."

As soon as Ding Jiajun left, Liu Mei dropped the flowers she was tying and seemed relieved.

Xiao Zhang felt that Liu Mei looked strange today, and thought it was because he did not entertain the guests well, so he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Sister Liu, I'm not familiar with the business. Otherwise, I should learn from Boss Qian and memorize those processes."

It’s clear, so I can give a clear answer when guests like this come to my door in the future.”

Liu Mei glared at Xiao Zhang, "What are you talking about? Do you need to memorize this kind of thing? It's useless to memorize it thoroughly. It requires practical experience. You will remember it after a few visits to the crematorium. I asked you to change the clothes of the dead.

You're so procrastinating that you can't speak clearly when you meet guests now."

Muchun was scared to death beside him, right? Isn't this Tama a flower shop? Why does it just change clothes for dead people?

Could it be that he has gone to a different world?

Xiao Zhang quickly winked at Liu Mei, meaning that there were guests here, so don't talk about the one-stop thing.

Although the florist does cooperate with Boss Qian in the funeral business, the florist is still happy on weekdays. Besides, there is nothing wrong with flowers. They can send any kind of flowers to the dead. Roses, platycodon, and hydrangeas are used for weddings. The dead also want these.

A hundred-year-old flower will also be planted in front of the grave. The flower itself has no distinction between happiness and mourning.

"Oh, then you can entertain me."

Xiao Zhang nodded, "When you buy flowers, do you put them in a vase at home or give them to others?"

Mu Chun looked at it and saw that the small purple daisies hiding behind a bunch of champagne roses and lilies of the valley were pretty good, so he thought about buying some and putting them in the office.

"How much is it?"

"That one costs 12 yuan."

"So expensive?"

Muchun shouted loudly.

"What kind of guests are there tonight? One of them came here to ask what they would do after death, and the other thought that chrysanthemums were expensive."

"Are you saying that the person just now came here to ask what to do after death? So this place still sells flowers for dead people?"

"boss."

Xiao Zhang was anxious. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, there were not many customers coming to buy flowers. Finally, someone wanted to buy a few small chrysanthemums, which was considered a business. Boss Qian next door kept saying that there were customers knocking on the door in the middle of the night to buy some.

You have to get up and sell to him who holds a candle, even in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

What happened to Sister Liu today? It’s good to have business. I always warn Xiao Zhang not to let people think that we are tying wreaths. We should tie the flowers separately and send them away after tying them. We need to write the elegiac couplet quickly.

After you finish writing, hang it up and send it to the customer's home quickly. Don't leave it in front of the store. If you leave it, no one will come to buy flowers for your girlfriend.

You must not do any free business before Valentine's Day. If you do, the price will increase.

In those days, the store was full of roses, and it was right that the floor was covered with roses.

I don’t know if I took the wrong medicine today. I wish others didn’t know what kind of business the store does.

"Is that person alive or dead?"

Muchun suddenly sighed.

"I have good eyesight. I also think that person is very weird. I also want to ask you if I saw something unclean."

"As early as a hundred years ago at a medical conference, a doctor talked about a strange patient he had encountered. Now that I think about it, he looks a lot like this person."

Muchun said in a low voice, the rain outside was loud, but the flower shop was surprisingly quiet.

"The doctor said that he had a patient who thought he was dead."

After hearing this, Sister Liu immediately opened her mouth and cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about? There are only dead and living people in this world, and there are no living people who are dead."

"Why not? There are many brain-dead people in the hospital."

Muchun jumped up and retorted.

"Can the brain-dead body move? Can you come to my store to ask about funeral matters? Can you take care of your own funeral?"

"That's not possible."

Muchun was defeated, so she could only Qi Qiran bought two small purple daisies, held them in her hands, and looked at the rain outside the door and the smoke from the barbecue slowly drifting away in the rain.

Liu Yiming left a message to Jiang Feng saying that he would arrive at his house around nine o'clock in the evening. Jiang Feng sent Liu Yiming a new door code.

"Does this count as consent?"

Chu Sisi looked at the garbled string of numbers and letters on her phone, and became even more curious about this person named Jiang Feng.

"As I said, this person, just imagine him to be like Hawking."

Chu Sisi didn't want to think about a person like this. Although Hawking had an extraordinary mind, in the end he could only move a small muscle on his face, and of course his eyeballs.

Chu Sisi didn't want to see Jiang Feng like this.

"So he's in a wheelchair?"

Liu Yiming shook his head while driving, "I can't tell, but his chair is probably not a wheelchair, but a chair that makes him not want to get up."

How high-tech is it, a chair that makes people not want to get up?

Chu Sisi patted Liu Yiming on the shoulder, "I always feel uneasy. You didn't lie to me, did you? Can this Jiang Feng really fully restore the forum?"

"I believe Jiang Feng will have no problem with this. He is a man who already received an offer from Microsoft when he was a teenager."

"Male what?"

Liu Yiming smiled, and the streetlights of the Haihai Expressway shone on his face, making it look particularly beautiful.

Looking at Liu Yiming, everyone will feel better, Chu Sisi thought.

Jiang Feng lives near Liu Yiming's home. Liu Yiming seems to be very familiar with their community and even more familiar with the layout of Jiang Feng's home.

Jiang Feng's house is on the top floor of a high-rise building, a duplex on the top floor, with a total of more than 180 square meters. In this area, ordinary families cannot easily buy it.

"The Jiang Feng family must be very rich."

Chu Sisi asked quietly before entering the door.

"It depends on who you compare with. Compared with my family, it's about the same. How do you compare with the Chen family?"

"Don't keep talking about how law-abiding your family is and how honest Uncle Liu is, okay?"

"That's right!" Liu Yiming raised his head and responded proudly.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Liu Yiming entered an eighteen-digit password correctly in one go.

After entering the door, he was dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?"

"etc."

Liu Yiming used his left hand to stop Chu Sisi behind him.

"What's wrong?"

"Something happened to Jiang Feng's family."
Chapter completed!