the first chapter
"I want a money printing machine…
The paper used to print money…Hmm, two or three boxes first.
Oh right, there are also various kinds of coins that I need."
In an old, retro styled room, a young man was currently lying on a mahogany table, writing with a pen while muttering…
At this moment, if someone outside the door heard his muttering, their heart would probably jump out of their chest in shock.
They might even call the police immediately.
Damn, this person was preparing to counterfeit money, right?
However, if they saw the shop in front of the house or even the signboard of the house, they wouldn't be surprised even if they heard this.
Yang Ji Bai Shi goods monopoly.
Almost everyone on this street knew about this signboard.
Of course, it wasn't because the signboard was magical. It was entirely because of time.
According to some old people, this shop and this signboard had existed since their grandfather's grandfather.
After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, it also witnessed the rise and fall of the Republic of China. Even in the Japanese's large-scale sweep, this signboard was not destroyed.
Time had passed, and the black mahogany plaque was now filled with traces of time.
The red mahogany was no longer red. The gray-white plaque was full of small pits left by the erosion of time.
Fortunately, the black words were often filled with black paint, and they still looked complete.
"Yes, boss. Arrange for the goods above to be sent to me as soon as possible. The payment will be made face to face...
Tomorrow?
Alright, tomorrow then. I'll be in the shop. Just send it over!”
At this moment, in the back room of the shop, the young man held a business card in one hand and a phone in the other. He had already ordered all the items he needed just now.
"Sigh, this old man is really too much. If he leaves, then so be it. He even said that a century-old shop can't be broken. He didn't even think about it. I'm a twenty-year-old single-born dog. Not only did I not finish university, but I also don't have a girlfriend. If I take over this shop, won't my life be a tragedy?”
After putting down the phone, Yang Hao leaned back in his seat with a bitter expression.
Ten days ago, when he was still studying in school, he received a call from the aunt at the convenience store next door, saying that the old man had gone.
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He knew that he was adopted by the old master, but after so many years, the relationship between the old master and him was closer than any other family except for the fact that they were not related by blood.
This was because for the past twenty years, only the grandfather and grandson had relied on each other!
He rushed back in a daze and with the help of the neighbors, he finished the old man's funeral.
Then, he exhausted his energy and slept for a day and a night.
Originally, he was prepared to close the shop and go back to finish reading the book.
However, when she was sorting out the old man's belongings yesterday, a letter was found in the drawer under the desk.
It was the old man's will.
Of course, when the old man died, he left behind a jade token that Yang Hao had worn when he was young for him to recognize his family.
The letter only told Yang Hao that he had been dreaming about his father recently. He even dreamed that the Black and White Ghosts had come to ask for wine the night before he wrote the letter.
He felt that his time was coming, but he did not know the exact date because he was actually in good health. He could draw paper figures and make paper money.
Therefore, due to this situation, he did not call Yang Hao, who was still studying. He was just afraid that he would collapse too suddenly and leave without saying anything clearly, so he left this letter.
In the letter, there was also the history of the white matter shop, as well as Yang Hao's childhood. The few scattered pages made Yang Hao's eyes water.
However, in the end, the old man got down to business.
He said that this small shop was left behind by his grandfather's grandfather. He knew about Yang Hao's situation, but the Laocheng District was about to be demolished.
The old master's meaning was that they should not close their doors. When the demolition came, they should let them demolish it. If that was the will of heaven, then they could not blame their descendants for not being able to protect the foundation.
However, the neighborhood committee said that the demolition would take place in the second half of next year. In the last year, the old man asked Yang Hao to take a year off to look after the shop.
Yang Hao almost didn't consider the old man's last request. He called the school yesterday and told them about his suspension.
And today, the shop reopened.
However, Yang Hao had burned almost all of the paper money, wreaths, and other funeral supplies left behind by the old man during his own funeral.
When the shop opened today and customers came, the firecrackers were still fine. They were all purchased, but the old man made all the incense sticks, paper money, wreaths, and paper figurines by hand.
Yang Hao was in trouble. The white matter shop was not a popular business to begin with, and there were not many people doing it. Coupled with the fact that it was a century-old shop, the people nearby all came here to buy, making it even more deserted within a radius of ten to twenty kilometers.
When he opened the door, people came, but there was nothing to sell.
There were all kinds of materials in the shop, and he had been taught all kinds of skills by the old man since he was young.
However, his skills were very rusty, which made his speed and efficiency extremely low.
Today, he had been busy from morning to night. He was still short of more than half of the things that the customer had ordered, and his hands were about to shake.
Yang Hao felt that this wouldn't do, so he took out the name cards of the manufacturers who used to sell all kinds of machines.
In fact, Yang Hao had suggested the old man to do this before. It was convenient to use a machine and the things he made were beautiful.
Putting everything else aside, just the paper money was made from stacks of yellow paper. It was made from copper coins with a hammer and money nails, but what about the machine?
They had the same amount of money as RMB, and the amount on it was even higher.
Look at those. Any one of them was a long string of zeros. How prestigious.
However, these old men didn't listen and always smiled.
"Think about it. If you burn it for someone else and they take out 100 million yuan for breakfast, how are they going to change it and use it?”
Yang Hao pursed his lips in disagreement. How could there be ghosts in this world? Burning paper was just a form of sustenance. There was no need to care so much about the process. It was obviously a thankless effort.
However, he did not try to persuade him. The old man had been doing this all his life. If you asked him to play with a machine, he might not be able to do it.
She took out the card left by the old man from the drawer. Thinking that she had to withdraw all the money from it tomorrow morning, she casually put the card in her pocket and took off her clothes to go to bed…
Yang Hao, who had fallen asleep in a short while, did not know that not long after he fell asleep, a dim light suddenly appeared on his body.
In an instant, it sank into his exposed head.
"System binding…
Because the host has a century-old Baishi Shop, binding successful.”
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