Zach smiled and sorted out the scattered documents, spread them out in front of him, and seemed to be looking at them carefully. Madison's eyes drifted back, glanced away, and then drifted away again, with obvious disdain.
The vampire lost interest after looking at it for a while. After flipping through it hastily, he pushed the file back to its original position. What he saw was Madison's expression of 'Sure enough'.
The real owner of the Grand House doesn't care about his 'career' at all!
Zach looked at Madison's disgusted eyes, smiled and shook his head. After thinking about it for a moment, he could understand the reason for Madison's dissatisfaction.
The reason why the mill exists is because of the cooperation between Anthony and the Patton Police Department after the privatization of the funeral industry. It is equivalent to the South District Police Department permanently renting part of the mill's resources. The most direct significance of this cooperation to Grande was that it received a check from the city government, which was considered the mill's first funding, and also allowed cremation to enter the Grande House.
This money was consumed in the process of building the mill. Zach's original intention was also the same. After getting the reservation check and the entrusted completion check from Mrs. Quinn, the vampire didn't attach much importance to the money 'sent' by the city government. He only wanted to build a place in this era, at least. Functional funeral home shelves.
Later, thanks to Mrs. Button's 'generosity', the sudden money crisis at the beginning of the year was solved instantly. Zach naturally cared little about the real legal income of Grand House.
There will be no need for the subsequent wave of tomb relocations. Recently, the craze has subsided, and the work at the Grand House headquarters has suddenly been cleared. This gave Zach the idea to come to this mill, which is still operating normally, to take a look.
Compared with the main Grand House, the mill managed by Madison is more like a funeral home that truly handles the affairs of the deceased. From the time it was built to the present, the funeral I took over has cost Grande, who once relied on city government funding, a year.
Then the problem arises.
It’s the same old problem, the inflated cost of mill work.
When moving tombs, the compensation given by the city government to the tomb movers in the West District is not a fixed amount, but a range given based on the original funeral. The lowest compensation is the basic cost of cremation, and the highest compensation is a new funeral.
But the biggest difference between burial and cremation is that, in addition to occupying actual resources, such as the cremation process (incineration) and the land for burial. The manpower consumption of burial is difficult to measure, especially when it comes to a weird guy like Old Hank. If you ask him to add more decorations to the coffin, the cost will double!
Therefore, in the tomb relocation, the main headquarters of the Grand House where the vampire is located has made a profit, because there is a place where it can be inflated. But when you get to the mill, everything can be calculated, and the calculated figure is not based on the cost of Grand Mill, but the average cremation cost of all funeral homes in Barton.
Continue So, in moving the tomb, the mill is losing money. The initial funds were completely squeezed out. Fortunately, the wave of tomb-moving has passed, and Madison also has a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Next, continue to operate well. Although he understands that vampires will not really care about this 'mundane' job, the kind and positive Madison believes that as long as he works hard, there will always be a moment when he is truly profitable.
Madison, who was looking forward to such a moment, was waiting for the notice from Zach delivered by Louise and the half-signed contract sent from Barton Prison.
Looking at the price that was driven down to a loss, Madison was completely disappointed with his boss.
Bad things always go together.
A dark-eyed man with unknown origins moved into the mill. Madison almost found out in despair that this demon named Leon was also indirectly caused by Zach!
Hence Madison's current state, filled with resentment. What would you do if you had a boss who only caused trouble for yourself, like Madison is now.
"Okay Madison." Zach smiled and waved his hand, "I'm very happy that you are serious about the work of the mill. But the Grand House has a new cremation business, also known as cooperation with the police station, the price of raw materials It's normal to be lifted higher. Do you want me to use the Charming Eyes and visit them one by one?"
Madison didn't reply. He understood the truth. To put it bluntly, the mill colleagues were being squeezed out. The suppliers didn't want to offend their old business partners, and they could make a fortune on the way, so why not do it.
I have a malicious suspicion that Zach decided to build a new mill just so that the crowding would not affect Grande itself. Then this mill is really raised by the stepmother and will never be able to turn over.
"As for the prison and Lyon." Zach tilted his head helplessly, "Just ignore it. Anyway, the frequency of prisons sending people over is very low, and it will not have any impact on the mill. As for Lyon, I will let Crow Leigh, restrain him."
Madison sighed sadly, Zach was already like this, what else could he do.
Having comforted his injured subordinate, when the vampire left the mill, he superfluously suggested to Madison, "You should find a hobby, something else, so you don't have to think about work every day."
Madison watched Zach and Daniel get into the car, move, turn around and leave, and he was thinking. Indeed, it is depressing to spend every day either facing that rough and monotonous office or dealing with corpses in various states.
"Oh! What are you worried about? My friend!" Leon nervously danced around Madison, who still had bruises on his face.
Madison glanced at this guy who was very good at inciting people to do evil, with a sullen face, silently whispering to himself, "I need to find a hobby, something to distract my attention. I need to find a hobby, something that can distract me." Distracting…”
"What?!" This demon didn't seem to know what 'private space' was. He jumped in front of Madison's face, tilted his head in a funny way, and put one ear to Madison's lips as he was talking to himself. , "You need a distraction? Why?!"
Leon glared at Madison nervously, held Madison's shoulders with both hands, and shook him violently, "My friend! Are you dissatisfied with your life? Why do you want to distract yourself in such a wonderful life?! You are too ignorant Blessed!"
Vampires can scare away demons with their eyes, but useless human Madison has no such ability. Let me be sad for a while.
When Madison was shaken and fainted, Leon kept saying, "Look! This sky, this ground, these living people, these dead people! You! Me! Vampires! Fantasy people! And... There are werewolves! Banshees! And other species in the Grand House! How magical! What a wonderful combination! Like fantasy, but so real! We are all here! You actually need to start from such a beautiful..."
On Madison's head swaying back and forth, the field of vision in front of a pair of eyes was messed up by the wanton shaking of the head, and the world was blurred by threads that gradually changed to silvery white.
Madison thought of something and blinked.