Wreath and Longevity Shop.
Fang Jian saw that it was getting late, so he figured that there wouldn't be any customers.
Hence, he closed the door and went to the small room on the second floor.
This two-story storefront was the only real estate that Fang Jian's parents had worked hard for their entire lives to buy.
It was also the only legacy they left for Fang Jian.
Now, he was running a wreath and birthday shop, which was not as good as the best. Because he did not have to pay rent, he could still have some extra money after eating and drinking every month.
And on certain days, they could even earn a small sum of money.
Fang Jian looked at the portraits of his parents in the small room on the second floor. He lit an incense stick and burned the moldy ingots that he had sorted out today.
"Dad, Mom, our house in the countryside is going to be demolished. I've already signed the papers. In a few years, our son will become a homeowner.”
He didn't know if his parents were happy, but Fang Jian was happy.
He was already in his thirties. Other than making a living at the wreath shop, there was nothing else he could take out.
What wife? She was floating in the sky.
Or perhaps it had not come out of her mother-in-law's stomach yet.
However, if he had a house in the city in a few years, his personal problem might really be solved.
House prices were a constant pain in the hearts of ordinary people.
Unless it was a windfall or a demolition.
Otherwise, if he wanted to buy a house at work, he could only dream about it.
After washing up, Fang Jian lay in the bedroom and played with his phone for a while before falling asleep.
In a daze, Fang Jian seemed to hear someone calling him.
When he opened his eyes, he was so scared that he jumped up three feet.
Standing in front of him was his father, who had died three years ago.
"Dad, don't scare me.”
"Bah, don't talk nonsense. You haven't even left a grandson for me, so you're not allowed to die.”Father said with his eyes wide open.
Fang Jian was shocked and looked around.
This wasn't the bedroom that he had imagined, but an illusory place.
As far as his eyes could see, he could only see a circle with a radius of ten meters.
Outside the circle, it was pitch-black.
However, Fang Jian seemed to hear a gust of cold wind whistling in his ears, causing goosebumps to appear all over his body.
Swallowing hard, Fang Jian muttered,"Dad, I'm dreaming, right? It's good to be able to dream of you.”
His father sighed." Good my ass. Let me ask you. Can't you burn some good looking ingots for me?" You must give me some trash silver before you're willing.”
"Sure, Dad. I'll burn some good ingots for you tomorrow."”
"Sigh, there's no need." Father waved his hand and said,"Now that the underworld is undergoing reform, there's no need for gold ingots."”
"Then what?"
"Underworld coins."
"Underworld Coins?"
"That's right. You can just burn Underworld Coins directly in the future.”"Right, I have something to ask you."”
"Please speak."
"I met a friend in Inferno. He's a famous entrepreneur in our city. He's all alone and left in a hurry. Therefore, no one was burning money for him. He was quite pitiful to be alone.”
"Dad, do you want me to burn some for him?" Fang Jian asked.”
Father shook his head." That friend of mine was a businessman when he was alive. He built a large family business from scratch." However, he was afraid that his business would suffer a loss one day, so he left himself a way out.”
"He bought an old house and hid some money there. If the business lost money, he would have the capital to make a comeback in the future. However, he definitely won't need it now, so he asked me to ask you if you want to exchange it.”
"Ah, change what?"
"Nonsense, of course it's to exchange for Underworld Coins.”
"Using cash to exchange for Underworld coins?" Fang Jian was puzzled. There was such a good thing?
"Yes, I am."
"Sure, how much?”
"Of course, it's one yuan for one yuan, one hundred million yuan.”
Fang Jian was flabbergasted and his eyes widened."100 million?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'll definitely change it." Fang Jian said without hesitation," How?”
"After you go back, burn 100 million Underworld coins and he will tell you where the 100 million yuan is hidden.”
Fang Jian was confused. Was there such an exchange method?
"Alright, it's almost time. You can go back.”His father waved his hand and said," Kid, remember to give birth to a grandson for your father."”
Fang Jian suddenly felt that his body was moving backward as if something was pulling him back.
Then, his body felt a strong sense of falling.
"Wow."
The next moment, Fang Jian was startled awake.
He widened his eyes and looked around.
Ah, the sky is already bright?
He was still in the bedroom?
What was going on? Was he really dreaming?
However, why was this dream so clear? As long as he closed his eyes, he could recall all the details of the dream.
Fang Jian blinked his eyes. He was an atheist and would never believe that there was a god in this world.
Perhaps this was a dream.
However…
100 million Underworld coins for 100 million RMB?
Fang Jian was tempted. Even if he knew that it was fake, he could give it a try.
Fang Jian didn't have time to eat breakfast and started to rummage through the food.
He was the owner of a wreath shop, so his family naturally had no shortage of Underworld coins.
The Underworld Coins were originally made into hundred-yuan notes.
However, with the development of the times, it was estimated that the rate of inflation in the netherworld was a hundred times higher than in the modern world.
Therefore, the face value of the Underworld Coins became larger and larger.
There were already 100 million Underworld Coins in total.
A piece of paper with a round sky and square earth was worth 100 million yuan. Had anyone seen a coin with eight zeros behind the word 'one'?
It was the one in Fang Jian's hand.
A piece of Underworld Coin was worth RMB…
It was really embarrassing.
Fang Jian flipped through it for a moment and pulled out two cards.
One was for exchange, and the other was for his father's pocket money.
Fang Jian lit the incense and burned the two coins.
Sigh, I didn't expect to be so generous one day. I can even give 100 million yuan to my father as pocket money.
Fang Jian admired himself for a while, then went out to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks.
To be honest, Fang Jian only muttered a few words and did not take this matter to heart.
He just didn't believe that the dream was real.
After breakfast, he opened the door for business.
Although the business of the wreath store was small, the profits were actually quite substantial. If he accepted a big order, he would immediately earn a lot of money.
Of course, unless there was a need, ordinary people would not enter.
Besides, other than during the Qingming Festival, business would not be too good.
No one came to the shop for a long time, and Fang Jian was used to it.
While eating, her phone suddenly rang.
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