At that time, I had already resigned myself to my fate, thinking that I would reform well in prison and strive for a reduction in my sentence, and then take revenge when I got out.
But to my surprise, the next morning, someone came to see me in prison.
That person is a few years older than me, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
The first thing he said when he saw me was: Delroy-Fischer, your grandfather asked me to take you away.
But I can't do this for free. I have to charge you $10,000 as a reward. What your grandfather means is that you made the trouble yourself, and you have to earn this money yourself.
Of course, considering you have no money, I can arrange a job for you.
A base salary of 5,000 a month. It's just that the work is a bit dirty, and you work the night shift every day.
If you agree, change your clothes and come with me.
I did not hesitate to agree, after all, no one wants to carry a conviction.
I didn't even consider how much power a man who could easily take a prisoner like me out of prison had.
His name was Quincy-Ugluek, and people called him Queen.
At the time I wondered what kind of job Quincy had for me, and then I reacted to what it meant to be a little dirty when he drove me straight to the funeral parlour.
Yes, I had to deal with corpses every day, how could it not be dirty?
Quincy told me that this funeral parlour was privately contracted and was responsible for ordering coffins, burial goods, and arranging the body and buying and selling cemeteries as well as other one-stop funeral services.
I was very reluctant at that time. Why did I have to work with corpses every day when I could earn $500 a month at any job?
What's more, I couldn't even find a girlfriend in this job.
But my dad told me since I was a kid that I should know how to repay favours.
Quincy got me out of jail, that's a big favour. I promised to work for him, so if I go back on my promise, I'll be going back on my