"Boss, give me a Ferrari and a Rolls-Royce…Forget it, my buddy likes sports cars. Give me one of each of your luxury cars.”
"Oh right, are there any girls?"
"My buddy likes to be a tender model. Give me ten girls.”
"Eh? This yacht of yours is quite beautiful. Give me two.”
"Card or cash?"
"Can I Weixin Pay?"
"Scanning the code behind the computer."
If this conversation didn't happen in a paper shop, the buyer would definitely be a billionaire.
Su Muran watched as the young man drove away in his red Ferrari. He lit a Hongtashan cigarette and sat lazily at the door to bask in the sun.
Su Muran was twenty-two years old this year. He was 1.8 meters tall and had handsome facial features.
When he was in his third year of high school, he gave up on his studies and started this paper-made shop.
The paper shop was passed down from his deceased grandfather.
This small shop was half of the old man's life's work. On the day he left, his only will was to inherit this shop and not disgrace Su Muran's reputation as the "66th generation disciple of Longhu Mountain".
Su Muran had been taking care of the store.
However, Su Muran treated the title of the 66th generation disciple of Longhu Mountain as a figment of his grandfather's imagination before he died.
As for the store's business?
It wasn't too good, but it wasn't too bad either. It wasn't a problem for him to make a living.
Moreover, there was news that the nearby area was about to be demolished. If the two floors of the paper-made shop were really demolished, they would become rich overnight.
Tear it down.
Then there was no other way. It wasn't considered going against the old master's will, right?
After smoking, Su Muran returned to the shop.
Leaning back in his chair, he picked up his phone and started reading a novel.
At about five o'clock in the afternoon, a middle-aged man in a suit and a briefcase walked into the paper shop.
"Hello, is Zhang Changchun in?”
Zhang Changchun was the old man who adopted Su Muran. It was said that he picked up the half-year-old Su Muran on a snowy night. At that time, Su Muran was wrapped in a blanket with a note under it.
On the note was written,"Su Muran, February 29th, 1996."
Looking for the old master?
Su Muran quickly put down his phone and stood up.""Grandfather left three years ago."
"Uncle Changchun left?"
"Where did he go?" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.”
Then, he reacted and changed his tone,""You're Little Ran, right? You've grown so big?"
Seeing Su Muran's puzzled face, the man smiled and said,""I'm also from Zhang Clan Village. My name is Zhang Danian. When I left, you were only six years old. When I returned to the village recently, I found out that Uncle Changchun had also moved out…I didn't expect…Sigh, my condolences, Little Ran.”
Su Muran was quite open-minded and had some impression of Zhang Danian. He smiled and said,"It's alright, Uncle Danian, are you looking for me?"”
Zhang Danian wanted to say something but hesitated. He sized Su Muran up and said,"Little Ran, how much have you learned from your grandfather?”
"A student surpassing his master.”
Su Muran misunderstood and said casually,""My ability is much stronger than Grandpa's.”
The old man made the paper bundle completely by hand.
When Su Muran came here, some things could already be produced by the assembly line. He could directly go to the factory to place an order, and the things he made were vivid and lifelike. For example, girls…some were petite, some had plump breasts and buttocks, some were Japanese, and some were European.
There was even a special "celebrity custom" service.
Zhang Danian also misunderstood.
He thought that Su Muran was bragging, but even if Uncle Changchun only had thirty to forty percent of his abilities, it was enough.
He lowered his voice and said,"Little Ran, I've been working hard in Lingzhou City for so many years. I can be considered to have a successful career. It's just that…something happened at the construction site recently and I provoked some unclean things. I hope you can go there and do a ritual."”
Su Muran was stunned.
A ritual?
When the old man was alive, he had done this many times. Back then, in Zhang Clan Village, the old man's name could be considered famous in the surrounding villages, but he…how could he know?
"Uncle Danian, the people in the city…also believe in this?”
Just as Su Muran was thinking about how to tactfully reject him, Zhang Danian said,""Little Ran, don't worry. The reward won't be small. This 10,000 yuan is a deposit. As long as you can help Uncle settle this matter, I'll pay you another 20,000 yuan.”
"Good!"
Su Muran swallowed his words.
"This is Uncle's name card. When you're ready tonight, give Uncle a call. Uncle will come and pick you up.”
Zhang Danian received a phone call. He put down 10,000 yuan and hurriedly drove away in his Audi.
"Tsk tsk."
"It looks like Uncle Danian has really earned money these past few years.”
"It's just a ritual. If you haven't eaten pork before, haven't you seen a pig run? 30,000 yuan was half a year's profit for the paper shop!”
Su Muran was tempted.
"Do everything in one go. I remember that the old man left a set of equipment behind…" He plunged into the second floor and rummaged through the cabinets. He found an old leather suitcase from the cabinet.
Inside the box was a pair of rusty iron swords, a set of black and yellow Eight Trigrams clothes, a flat crown, a square skirt, red shoes, and a small seal that looked like wood but was not wood and iron but was not iron.
"Now that I have the equipment, how should I perform the ritual?”
Su Muran carried his suitcase downstairs, turned on his computer, and looked for a few ghost movies by Ninth Uncle to study.
He took a look.
He was a little engrossed.
At eleven o'clock, Zhang Danian called.
"Uncle Danian, come over. I'm ready.”
About twenty minutes later.
An Audi stopped in front of the shop.
Su Muran walked out of the paper shop wearing an eight-trigram Daoist robe, a flat crown on his head, red shoes, a square seal hanging from his waist, and a rusty iron sword in one hand.
"Mr. Su, Mr. Zhang asked me to pick you up.”
Zhang Danian didn't come. The driver was around 30 years old. When the driver saw Su Muran's attire, his eyes flashed.
In his heart, he cursed,"Such a young Taoist priest?" Are you a liar?"
He locked the door.
They got into the car.
Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw Su Muran resting with his eyes closed, looking like an otherworldly expert. The disdain in his heart intensified.
"Pretending?"
"I told you to pretend. When we get to the location, you might pee your pants.”
The driver didn't know that...
Su Muran was indeed pretending.
Yes.
No matter what, he had to pretend to be cool first.
About twenty minutes later, the Audi left the city and entered a construction site in the suburbs.
The construction site was pitch black.
The Audi stopped.
Su Muran pushed open the car door and walked out. He smiled and asked,"Where is your CEO Zhang…Hey, f * ck, where are you going?”
The Audi turned around and disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Danian called.
"Little Ran, are you at the construction site? I'll leave the construction site to you.”
"Uncle Danian, where are you? Where are the people at the construction site?"
"Something happened at the construction site this afternoon. The workers are on holiday for the time being. I'm at the police station.”
Beeping sounds could be heard.
Su Muran cursed silently and glanced at his phone.
23:59.
Ding!
A push notification popped up on his phone.
"On the afternoon of September 13th, 2018, a woman fell to her death at a construction site in the suburbs of our city. The specific cause of death is still under investigation.”
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Wuwuwuwu ~~~
Suddenly, the wind blew.
The wind was very cold and there was a faint sobbing sound in the wind. Su Muran seemed to see a woman in red sitting in front of him.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
Dirty things?
Was this a ghost?
His mind was in a trance.
Su Muran felt that his body had suddenly lost control.
He opened his legs and involuntarily walked towards the red-clothed woman.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, you have been attacked by the female ghost in red. Merit points 1.”
"System activation conditions met.”
"The system is activating…"
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