There were footsteps behind me.
Shi Qiang walked over with a thermos cup, glanced at the corpse's face, and curled his lips: "Xiao Yuan, your skills are not good.
Someone's family gave me two thousand yuan in red envelopes, and you just give it like this? "
Two thousand yuan in red envelope?
Yuan Bo paused and turned to look at Shi Qiang.
Shi Qiang was in his forties, bald and oily. He had a betel nut in his mouth and chewed it loudly.
He is an old employee of the museum, specializing in plastic surgery of corpses.
On the first day Yuan Bo came in, he did all the dirtiest and most tiring work.
"Brother Li wants the red envelope, right?"
Yuan Bo asked.
"Bullshit."
Shi Qiang spit out the betel nut residue, which happened to fall on the chest of the deceased, "The family members asked Brother Li to be transformed, but Brother Li was too busy to let you practice.
Don't be ignorant of good and evil. "
Yuan Bo took a deep breath and said nothing.
