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Zhou Ze doesn't know whether there is reincarnation in this world, and whether the so-called karma really exists, but one thing is certain, those who do evil and seek ill-gotten gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:
At least,
They will die of old age.
Opened the gate of hell, reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, and threw him directly inside, and the performance was completed in one order.
Next, Zhou Ze entered the salted fish state again, lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper, and drinking coffee. After experiencing the ups and downs in the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state is the most enjoyable.
Maintaining this posture until the evening, Xu Qinglang came over and whispered to Zhou Ze: "There is no money in the store's account."
The rent of the bookstore is actually not expensive, after all, it was rented from the Xu family, and the Xu family gave the green light when negotiating the price.
But the people¡¯s food and drink plus water and electricity bills, etc., is not a small amount. The coffee Boss Zhou drinks now is imported, and the price is not cheap. But what he drank himself was not cheap.
In addition, the bookstore's business of living people is really not very good, just judging that Zhou Ze has never entered a book until now, it is clear how unsatisfactory the bookstore's business is.
"Go get the paper money and burn it at the door, burn more."
"good."
Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money. The old man who was playing with the monkey before saw this scene and immediately came over.
For the old Taoist, there is no game in the world more fun than burning paper money, more enjoyable than playing slot machines, squatting at the door of the store and burning it, and someone will come to throw money after a while, it is really flattering.
"Bring more." The old man muttered beside him.
"Enough." Xu Qinglang took a stack and said.
"The boss said to burn more, you save him a fart."
"It's almost there, otherwise I'd be too prodigal."
"Does his family need you to take care of it?" The old man shook his head, "If he wants to take care of it, Yingying will take care of it."
Xu Qinglang thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the truth, so he simply took out another stack and handed it to the old man. Immediately afterwards, Xu Qinglang and the old man took a stack of money, and took advantage of the night to light it at the door of the bookstore.
After the burning, the old man squatted beside him smoking a cigarette, waiting for the RMB to come over.
In fact, the old Taoist also saved a lot of paper money. Sometimes when he met some ghosts who had no money, Zhou Ze didn't like the few ghost notes, so he rewarded the old Taoist.
The old Taoist couldn't help but hid it, and the accumulation of small sums is not a small sum.
And the old man has a dream, that is, after he has accumulated enough money, he will glue them together with tape to make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothing of the Hezhen people, and wear it on his body.
Damn, when the time comes, it will really be auspicious in human form, and I feel excited just thinking about it.
Wouldn't it be all right to go to Macau wearing that dress?
A battery car drove over from the front, Lao Daohe looked there, and both of them felt that it should be him.
The person driving the battery car was wearing a blue delivery suit and a helmet. At first glance, he was the delivery guy. The delivery guy didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when he passed this bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting at the door of the store. He was still staring at himself, and his heart was terrified. There happened to be a fire hydrant in front of him, and he drove his car directly into it.
"Kang Dang"
A small box fell down, and it contained fast food boxes.
The takeaway boy stood up immediately, with a guilty conscience, and immediately picked up his battery car. He didn't seem to notice what fell, and drove directly to the road.
"Didi"
The car horn sounded,
Under the watchful eyes of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,
The takeaway boy ran into the bus in front of him like an iron-headed baby, and caught up head-on.
"boom!"
The delivery guy was knocked out,
The battery car also fell apart directly,
By coincidence, his helmet rolled down in front of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang, and rolled and shook a few times.
This seems to be a big game.
Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao looked at each other, and they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes.
"I said burn less." Xu Qinglang complained.
"Fuck, you didn't take it yet."
? The old Taoist turned back angrily, then got up and took the takeawaySomething ran up.
"boss?"
Bai Yingying took off her earphones and walked over.
"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Boss, I found this under the chair. It's a card in a few Ming notes."
Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the "buy money" left by the ghost will generally be left on the ground or stuck upside down under the chair the ghost sat on before, and the old Taoist will pay attention to these places when cleaning.
But this is the first time that a small card is inserted in the Ming note. The card is black, not like the kind of thing that would be stuffed in through the door at night when staying in a hotel.
The card is a bit cold, with two lines engraved on it:
"Welcome to Lost Town, the new home of the dead"
Zhou Ze frowned slightly, the new destination of the dead?
The destination of the dead should be hell, so why did a small town suddenly pop up here?
"Boss, this is for business!" The old man shouted directly.
Zhou Ze nodded,
right,
It is indeed a business grab.
"No wonder, boss, you didn't come to the door during the period when you were in a coma. I still find it strange." Bai Yingying said.
Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore, read newspapers, drink coffee, and drink coffee. It is also based on the fact that ghosts come to the door every day to deliver performance and money. Now that someone is robbing business, of course, Boss Zhou can¡¯t laugh generously Just ignore it with a smile.
Moreover, according to the rules of the Yin Division, each area of ??Yangjian has a corresponding ghost messenger in charge. In this area, the ghost messenger monopolizes the local ghost express industry. In terms of competition, monopolies will definitely not think about improving service levels to increase their competitiveness, but will instinctively choose to annex and suppress.
Just like Boss Zhou at this time, he didn't even think about developing any new activities in his bookstore to attract the souls of the dead, but instinctively chose a more direct and brutal method.
"Call Lin Ke, we will go out at three o'clock in the middle of the night."
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, and little Lolita also contributed to this matter. All along, Zhou Ze ate meat, and little Lolita drank soup next to him, and his performance improved. It ruined their business together.
"Go out and talk to them?" the old Taoist asked.
Zhou Ze looked at the old man and smiled,
road:
"Finish them."
?Everything that affects me in making salted fish,
are all heresies,
We must fight resolutely!
Those who stop me from salting fish,
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