After the warden Vincent, who was 'admired' by Mayor Barton, was satisfied in front of the gold-plated trophy, the two slowly sat down at the front and back of the desk and looked at each other.
"Hey, Grande, we are old friends, right." Vincent started.
"Of course." Zach smiled and responded extremely sincerely.
"Then I don't understand!" Vincent frowned, "I thought we had reached a consensus!"
The meaning of the consensus is that when the warden sent the contract with the funeral home to Grande, Zach signed it and sent it back, everything was business as usual. When one of the poor people who was "wasting city resources" died here, Grande Rand's men came to drag it away and bury it in an open space.
But now this consensus was broken because Zach had a phone call with Anthony. Zach very considerately returned a call to Vincent, and the content was as follows, 'Dear Mr. Warden, there have been some changes in the Grand House recently, so the previous burials can no longer be maintained. Please note that cooperation with Barton Prison will be carried out by cremation. '
"Of course, of course!" Zach smiled and waved his hand, "The consensus is still there. But Warden, I believe you also know that now that the funeral industry has been privatized, I must also make plans for the future of Grand Home. .”
Vincent frowned, and on his fat face and under his narrowed eyes, the round and round flesh twitched slightly, "Don't be like this! Grande, I know your situation recently! Those guys in the West District are not stingy!" Like a good friend, Vincent comforted Zach, his hand dangling between the two of them, "We are long-term partners! Let us be the same as before, how good! Why should we change!"
Zach also hopes to be like before, just want a name and don't care about money. Both parties are people who depend on the city government for their livelihood, and now there is a slight change. Vincent is still a person who relies on the city government for a living, but Grande is no longer. What Grande needs is no longer a name, but a 'funeral' in the true sense!
"It's still the same as before." Zach smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, the friendship we have worked with for so long will not change in any way."
The flesh on Vincent's cheeks trembled, as if it was about to fall off. If he has to cooperate in the form of cremation, the amount he can get between the funds allocated by the city government and the payment to Grande will be reduced by half! This 'Barton's Best Warden' doesn't want to lose half of this!
Zach shook his head, with a deep helplessness in his tone. He leaned forward and leaned against the desk with gold-plated edges. "Friend! How about thinking about it for us?" The vampire looked at the 'innocent' and somewhat ridiculous person in front of him. Warden, "The warden must know that we bury these people in Beiyuan."
"Hmph!" Vincent snorted, "Of course, the only place these guys can go to is the land that represents sin! Grande, don't, you have other plans for that land!"
The warden can understand that Grande House has some ideas about the use of land resources due to privatization. But the meaning of North Park is destined by long-standing traditional concepts. Even if Grande protects this land from being used for low-cost prisoner funerals, no ordinary family will bury people there!
That's why the warden doesn't understand why years of consensus have to be broken. This is also true. In the past, every cemetery had a North Park that was much larger than other parks, and the utilization rate of the North Park of normal funeral homes was also the lowest.
"We don't have any plans." Zach's face became even more helpless, "It's just because we have no plans, so we have to worry." Zach was like a resentful and declining shop owner, "Vincent, I can call you Vincent Special? How about we have a conversation between friends."
It's still the last name, so it doesn't seem disrespectful and it brings us closer.
The warden's eyes almost narrowed until they disappeared. His head, well, the Grand House has silently 'supported' him and allowed him to reap the benefits for nearly ten years. This cooperation has been going on since the previous generation of Grande. In a sense, this generation of Grande also likes him more. Just listen to his advice.
"You, I'd like to hear my friend's worries!" The warden was obviously dissatisfied that the benefits already at hand were about to fly away again. To be honest, if you don't go to the Grand Home, why don't you go to the Allen and Ford Funeral Homes? ? Then he can withhold even less funds! It's better to find someone to work with who already understands each other very well.
"Funerals have been privatized!" Zach said in a serious tone, looking at Vincent with his light green eyes, "Vincent, you heard last time, the Ford Funeral Home was caused by the redevelopment of the cemetery area. Is it troublesome?"
Vincent thought for a moment. It had been reported in the newspaper for a while and sparked a discussion. Naturally, he knew about it. In the young city of Barton, people have not experienced the renovation of cemeteries, and the acceptance of this kind of thing is very poor, and many bad incidents have occurred.
It's just that the time happened to coincide with the cult suicide incident. I don't know if it was deliberately caused by public opinion guidance, or it was ultimately a matter of people who had passed away, so it didn't attract much attention.
"I know. Then what?" Vincent frowned, "What does this have to do with you? Isn't your cemetery planning in the West District going very smoothly?" There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Vincent's eyes, because as far as he knew, Through the relocation of graves in the West End Cemetery, Grande gained a lot of benefits from the city government!
"Vincent! Think about it from the perspective of your friend and me." Zach smiled even more distressedly, "One day, although it won't happen now, there will always be one day. We at Glen De also has to encounter such a situation!"
Vincent was puzzled.
Zach was not aggrieved by his 'friend's' incomprehension and continued to explain helplessly, "Vincent, we are the only burial cemetery in Barton City. One day, those square grids will be filled. Can you understand? ?”
Vincent head, then what
"Then, we have to renovate ourselves!" Zach said distressedly, "No city government will stand behind us and support me! No city government will pay for me to compensate those angry citizens! Not to mention, Vincent Special, the city government will not allocate funds for us to renovate our own land!”
Zach looked at Vincent seriously, "Do you understand?"
Vincent blinked, and he understood that these were all problems caused by privatization. But naturally this guy would not think about the problem completely from Grande's point of view. He opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and lowered his voice, "We will not sue you for digging up those people's graves. Neither will we." Let you compensate. Well, I don't care if you bury two or more people in one 'grid'."
This is a ridiculously innocent prison warden.
Zach exhaled all the breath in his chest and slumped down at his desk in distress, "Vincent, don't do this." Zach looked at the 'Best Warden' trophy.
Vincent waved his hand and frowned, "Is Beiyuan full?"
Zach shrugged bitterly. In the past, Grande's business in the South District was basically supported by prisons and hospitals, which was completely opposite to other funeral homes. Zach gestured with his hands in front of his chest without saying anything, which was regarded as acquiescence.
If there had been no privatization, Grande would not have to worry about this problem and could just apply to the city government for renovation. Now, this is no longer possible. There is really no need to worry about being sued and paying compensation, but Grande must pay for land redevelopment. Thinking from the direction of a businessman, this is already much higher than the cost of sending it directly for cremation, especially based on the amount Vincent had always paid.
Vincent looked at Zach and began to treat him like a businessman. This means that the possibility of cooperation must be based on not harming the interests of the other party. If Vincent had followed the previous consensus, the injury would have been too serious.
After a long silence, the head said, "Okay! Although, I really don't care about the cemetery of these prisoners! But for the friendship that we have cooperated for such a long time! Just do as you suggested, cremation is cremation!"
The flesh on his twitching face really fell off.
Zach let out a sigh of relief as if he was relieved, "Thank you very much!"
"But Grande! You'd better give me a good price! It's because we understand each other and have cooperated with each other for so long!" Vincent glared at Zach.
"Of course it is!" Zach nodded.
"Okay!" Vincent shook his head depressedly, "This matter is over. When we get the contract done, we will still send it to Grande! There won't be any problems anymore!" Vincent glared. glanced at Zach.
"No!" Zach waved his hand, smiled and took out a business card of Grand Mill, and the title returned to the official warden. "The warden can also consult with us about the details. This is our Grand Mill." The branch of the home that conducts cremations, the mill. The warden also knows about it and cooperates with the Southern District Police Department."
Vincent took the business card and curled his lips, "Huh! Your Grande is really Barton's favorite now!" Zach raised his eyebrows and accepted the compliment. Vincent glanced at the business card and threw it aside, "Madison? Just say hello in advance, I don't have time! I have a prison to manage!"
"Yes! Warden!" Zack agreed with a smile, then stood up consciously, saluted, and said goodbye, "It's a pleasure to chat with old friends! Then I won't bother you anymore."
Vincent waved his hand and seemed a little depressed. Behind his huge round face, his mind was already thinking about things that a best warden should care about. For example, in order to prevent prisoners from having violent conflicts, how about reducing their free time? In this way, there is no need for the basketball hoop that has been applied for by some guys.
The meat lost must be made up elsewhere.