Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 150 – Warden

After the warden Vincent, who was 'admired' by Barton Mayor, finished talking in front of the gold-plated trophy, the two men slowly sat around the desk and looked at each other.

“Hey, Grande, we go back a long way, right?” Vincent started.

“Yes.” Zach smiled and responded very sincerely.

“Then I don't understand!” Vincent frowned. “I thought we had reached a consensus!”

The consensus was that when the warden would send the contract with the funeral home to Grande, Zach would sign it and send it back, then everything would be the same as how they did in the past. When one of the poor people who 'wasted city resources' here died, Grande's people would come and drag it away and then find a place and bury it.

But now this consensus was broken because Zach called Anthony. Zach returned a call to Vincent very thoughtfully. The content was like this, 'Dear Warden, there have been some changes in the Grande Funeral Home recently, so the old burial could not be maintained. The cooperation with Barton Prison should be carried out by cremation. This is just a kind reminder.'

“Of course, of course!” Zach smiled and waved, “The consensus is still there. But the warden, I believe you also know that the funeral industry is now privatized, and I must also plan for the future of the Grande Funeral Home.”

Vincent frowned, as he squinted his eyes, his fat face twitched slightly, “Don't be like this! Grande, I know your situation recently! Those guys in the Western District are not stingy!” Vincent was like a good friend, persuading Zach, his hands spread out wide open, “We are long-term partners! Let us be the same as before, how great it was! Why change it!”

Zach also hoped to be able to do the same as before, he couldn't just maintain the records, and he didn't care about the money. Both parties rely on the city government's fund, but now there was a slight change. Vincent was still the one who depended on the city government's fund, but Grande no longer depended on it. What Grande needed was no longer just a record, but real funeral procedures!

“It's still the same as before.” Zach smiled helplessly, “Don't worry, Mr. Warden, the friendship we have worked together for so long will not change.”

The flesh on Vincent's cheek quivered, as if about to fall. If it was cremation, the amount he could get from the government would be reduced by half! This 'Barton's Best Warden' didn't want to miss this half!

Zach shook his head, with a deep helpless tone, leaning forward, “Friend! How about thinking about us?” The vampire looked at the ridiculous and 'simple' warden in front of him, “You know that we used to bury these people in the north section of the cemetery, right?”

“Huh!” Vincent snorted, “Of course, the last place these guys can go is that place, a land that represents sin! Grande, don't tell me that you have other plans for that piece of land!”

The warden could understand that the Grande had some ideas about the use of land resources due to the privatization of the Grande Funeral Home. But the meaning of the North Section of the cemetery had already been defined under its long-standing tradition. Even if Grande kept this land from low-cost prisoners' funerals, no ordinary people would bury people there!

This was the reason why the warden did not understand why the consensus for many years had to be broken. The fact was also like this. Every cemetery once had such a North Section, which was much smaller than other sections, and the normal funeral homes' north sections were hardly used.

“We have no such plans.” Zach's face became even more helpless, “Just because I don't have a plan, so I have to worry about it.” Zach was like a resentful owner of a shop that was declining in business, “Vincent, can I call you Vincent? Let's have a conversation between friends, shall we?”

It was still the last name, so it would not appear disrespectful, but it would make people feel much friendlier.

The warden's eyes squinted so tightly that it seemed like his eyes were closed. He nodded. In fact, the Grande Funeral Home has been silently 'supported' him,

let him keep making profits for nearly ten years. This collaboration has been going on since the last generation of Grande. In a sense, this generation of Grande also made him more like them. So he decided to listen to him.

“Just tell me, I want to hear my friend's concerns!” The warden was obviously dissatisfied that the interest already at hand was about to fly away. To be honest, if he didn't want the Grande Funeral Home, do you think he would go to the Alan Funeral Home and Ford Funeral Home? Then the money he got would be much less! So it was better to find someone who he knew well.

“The funeral business has been privatized!” Zach's tone became serious, and his light green eyes looked at Vincent, “Vincent, did you know what happened to the Ford Funeral Home? The trouble they had because of the relocation and reconstruction of the cemetery?”

Vincent thought for a while. It was reported in the newspaper for a period of time, and it also triggered some discussion for a while. He naturally knew it. In Barton this the young city, people have not experienced the refurbishment of the cemetery before, so not many people accept it. Because of this, many bad incidents have occurred.

It was just that the time also coincided with the suicide incident of the cult. So he didn't know if the attention of the public was deliberately diverted or because it was eventually about the people who had already passed away in the past, so the discussion didn't last long.

“I know. And then?” Vincent frowned, “What does this have to do with you? Isn't the planning of your cemetery in the west going very smoothly? ” There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Vincent's eyes, because as far as he knew, Grande got a lot of benefits from the city government by moving the graves in the western cemetery!

“Vincent! Couldn't you look at it from your friend's perspective, my perspective? ” Zach smiled even more helplessly, “There will be one day, although not now, but there will always be that day. We, the Grande will encounter this situation too!”

Vincent puzzled.

Zach wasn't upset because his 'friend' didn't understand him. He continued to explain, “Vincent, we are the only burial cemetery in Barton. One day, those squares will be filled, can you understand? ”

Vincent nodded, then what?

“Then we will renovate ourselves!” Zach said distressedly, “No city government will stand behind us and support us! No city government will pay for me to compensate those angry citizens! Not to mention, Vincent, the city government will not allocate funds for us to renovate our own land!”

Zach looked at Vincent seriously, “Do you understand?”

Vincent's eyes blinked, and he understood that they were all problems caused by privatization. But this guy naturally wouldn't think completely from Grande's point of view. He opened his mouth, thought about it, and lowered his voice, “We will not sue you for digging up those people's graves. We will not let you compensate. Well, I don't care if you bury two or more people in a single 'square'. ”

This was a ridiculously 'naive' warden.

Zach let out a long sigh and sat down at the desk in distress, “Vincent, please, don't be like that.” Zach looked at the trophy for the “best warden”.

Vincent waved his hand and frowned, “Is the North Section 'full'?”

Zach shrugged bitterly. Once Grande's business in the Southern District was basically supported by the prison and hospitals, it was completely opposite to other funeral homes. Zach gestured with his hands on his chest, without saying clearly. It was a silent confirmation.

If there was no privatization, Grande naturally did not need to worry about this problem. They just need to apply to the city government for renovation. Now, this was impossible. There was no need to worry about being sued and paying compensation, but Grande must pay the money for land restructuring. Thinking from the perspective of a businessman, this was already much higher than the cost of sending it to cremation directly, especially based on the amount Vincent had always paid in the past.

Vincent looked at Zach and began to treat him as a businessman. This meant that the possibility of cooperation must be based on not harming the interests of the other party. If Vincent followed the previous consensus, then he would definitely cause a lot of harm to Grande.

After a long period of silence, he nodded, “Okay! Although, I really don't care about the graveyard of these prisoners! But for the friendship that we have worked together for so long! Just do what you suggest!”

His face twitched. This time, he really lost a lot of profit.

Zach let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you very much!”

“But Grande! You better give me a good price! For the sake of our mutual understanding and cooperation for so long!” Vincent stared at Zach and said.

“Of course!” Zach nodded.

“All right!” Frustrated, Vincent shook his head “This matter is over, and the contract will still be sent to Grande when it is done. There will be no more problems, right!” Vincent glared at Zach.

“Yes.” Zach waved his hand, smiled, and took out a business card of the Grande's Mill, “Warden can also check it. This is the cremation branch of our Grande Funeral Home. The Mill. I think you already know about it. It is a place where we cooperate with the Southern District Police Department.”

Vincent took the business card and curled his lips, “Huh! You, Grande, is really Barton's treasure now!” Zach raised his eyebrows and accepted the compliment. Vincent glanced at the business card and threw it aside. “Madison? Just give him a notice in advance, I don't have time! I have a prison to manage!”

“Yes, Warden.” Zach agreed with a smile, then stood up, saluted, and said goodbye, “It's a pleasure to be able to chat with the old friend! I won't disturb you, then.”

Vincent waved his hand, his mood seemed a little bad. Behind his huge round face, he was already thinking of something the best warden should care about. For example, in order to prevent prisoners from causing violent conflict, how about reducing the time that allowed prisoners to leave their cells? In this way, there was no need for the basketball hoops that had been applied for by some guys.

The lost profit must be made up elsewhere.

Chapter end