C18 Burn a Triumphal Arch

I said to the Paper-man Zhang, "You really do look like that Rola Takizawa. One look and you can tell that it's a master level Rola Takizawa."

Paper-man Zhang played with his little finger, stroking the hair on his head, "Small skills, small skills …"

I looked at the Rola Takizawa, and suddenly remembered that the Black Man that Zhao Gongming's men smashed away with two bottle were also paper men, but their bodies were the same as real people. Buy a Rola Takizawa … And then the sexual bliss is endless...

However, it seemed to be a bit disgusting. If the soul of this miser was a man … Sigh … It's over. I have a mental barrier.

As he was thinking, he suddenly saw the Paper-man Zhang come over, "Do you want to buy one?" With that, he sneakily glanced outside, "I've given my support an order. As long as you bring the photo, I can guarantee that you'll be satisfied …"

ME: "... "How much is it …"

The Paper-man Zhang leaned over and whispered, "Not expensive. The first time you came here, the Rola Takizawa accepted you for 200 thousand. "In the future, we'll customize them to be 400 thousand RMB —"

I stared. "How much?"

Paper-man Zhang: "Friendly price, 200 thousand —"

I rubbed my ears, "Did I hear wrongly? It's the same Rola Takizawa, that old lady just now charged me 80 yuan, yuan."

The Paper-man Zhang nodded, "That's right, I accepted her for 80, because that is used to deceive ghosts. "I took you for 200 thousand because you were brought here to use it …"

"Who are you?"

"Paper-man Zhang — —" This guy had an enigmatic appearance as he spoke nonsense.

"What do you know?" I asked again.

"Zhao Gongming is my big client and Sun Lao'er is my friend. Your name is Otaku and you have just become the King of Hell. The Paper-man Zhang said.

My expression turned cold and changed to a smile. "So it's senior!"

Paper-man Zhang cupped his hands, "It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good …"

I also cupped my hands together, "My apologies —"

After we stood in the shop and complimented each other for a while, I secretly asked, "What does Sun Lao'er usually come to your shop to buy?"

This time, it was Paper-man Zhang's turn to be stern. He shook his head like a rattle drum, "Please respect my professional ethics, my customer information is confidential."

My lord, this isn't a hotel, what's there to keep secret?" Seeing that Paper-man Zhang had such a tight mouth, I felt that I could do nothing about it. Raising my head to take a look, I saw two paper men in suits and wearing sunglasses, they were the two who were Zhao Gongming's lackeys last time. I immediately understood and asked, "Last time Zhao Gongming came to your place, other than buying two men in suits, did he also buy a Rola Takizawa?

Paper-man Zhang's expression changed, he was shocked, "How did you know?"

I mysteriously smiled. "Don't forget that I'm an immortal."

Paper-man Zhang knew that he had been tricked by me, and angrily curled his lips, "Hmph, so what if I'm an immortal? I'm an immortal too many."

Hearing Paper-man Zhang's words, I started to doubt the identity of the Paper-man Zhang, "And who are you? How do you know about the matters of us immortals?"

Humph, I was just scaring you, "the Paper-man Zhang snorted before continuing," I am Zhang Tianzhi's direct disciple for the 122nd generation. Although I am not an immortal, I still possess such a profound ability that I can slay demons and exterminate devils.

I stole a glance at him, "Then why did you have to be like a paper man?"

Paper-man Zhang also gave me a glance, "Youngsters don't know the depth of things. My clan's ancestor is in this paper figurine. If not for our clan, what would you deities and demons use? "

"Nonsense, this village is called Village Chen, your surname is Zhang." "No," I said.

"Who told you that there can't be anyone with the surname Zhang in the Village Chen," Paper-man Zhang refuted.

I thought about it, no one had set a rule that there couldn't be someone with the surname Zhang, so I had no choice but to give up. But then I remembered what he said, "Other than immortals, are there demons that came to buy things from you?" I asked.

Paper-man Zhang gave me a sly smile, "Brat, don't think about taking away the customer's information from me. I won't fall for that easily."

I was at a loss for words. Paper-man Zhang impatiently said, "Rola Takizawa 200 thousand, do you want it or not?"

"Give me 200 thousand, there's 200 thousand, if you can't find a girl like that, you don't need to be a paper man," I said.

"Tch," Paper-man Zhang shot me a glance, "What do you know? You just want a famous brand's effect."

I couldn't be bothered to pester him any longer. "I want to be the gateway. How much do you think it is?"

"I don't have the door, so it needs to be customized," When Paper-man Zhang heard me buy something, his attitude immediately became amiable again, beaming with joy. "As long as you give me the design of the door, I can make something for you. You can keep it for your satisfaction, and the price can be negotiated, then —"

I grabbed the ballpoint pen on the counter and casually picked up a piece of scrap paper, thinking about how the door looked like. Wu Chengen didn't say what he wanted, he just said that it would be the best security check at the airport, which was cheap but cheap, but it didn't seem to fit our spirit of Netherworld. He made a Chinese round arch and painted it red. On top of the arch, there were a few golden nails. It felt very ordinary. It's too big, I can't make up my mind right now.

"It's just a door, what's there to think about? Watch me," After saying that, Paper-man Zhang snatched the ballpoint pen in my hand and started drawing on the paper. I couldn't understand what this fellow was drawing. The big belly of the T character opened another great arch, and then began to draw patterns.

"I say," I said, with a sense of déjà vu, "why does this door look so familiar?"

Paper-man Zhang did not even raise his head, "Triumph —"

Damn it, but it was still pretty good-looking and not bad at all. I nodded. "That's it. How much is it?"

Paper-man Zhang threw down his pen, bared his teeth and smiled at me, "Sure, sure. The first time boss came, I'll take your 100 thousand — —"

"You're stealing money," I said.

How could that be? Go out and ask around, my Paper-man Zhang has been hauling paper men here for generations, the price is fair, and there's nothing wrong with it, "After saying that, he came over and whispered to me," Just be content with what you have said. Last time there was a flood in the Heaven Realm and South Heaven Gate was swept away.

"He is the God of Fortune, and is also in charge of public funds. He is extremely rich, and I am not out of poverty yet. A hundred thousand dollars is my life. Can you make it cheaper for me?" I said.

"That's the price, you decide," Paper-man Zhang was also a dog.

"Hmph, if worst comes to worst, I'll just buy it from someone else." I once again used my best method of haggling and pretended to leave the room. I didn't expect that Paper-man Zhang wouldn't stop me at all, "Go, go," Paper-man Zhang said, "Go and see what other people have bought, can you use — —"

I stopped and the Paper-man Zhang continued, "I know why my business is so good. The reason why the people of heaven and earth are buying from me is because in the entire world, only my family can produce paper products that are real …"

"Hmph, how is this possible?" I believe it.

"Hmph, if you don't believe me, you can go back and take a look," Paper-man Zhang arrogantly said, "During festivals, the burning candles and paper are still effective, but when it comes to paper products, only I am the one who made the real ones!"

I was surprised. It didn't look like he was faking it. After all, he still had a lot of customers. "Damn it, if what he said is true, then the Netherworld I control is only paper money and not goods. paper money is worse than wiping your ass." Hehe, I'm just joking with you, "I quickly went over," With our relationship, how could I go to someone else's house to buy it? "But I really do lack money, don't you think we should give it a bit cheaper …"

"Cheap?" Paper-man Zhang shook his head, "That's impossible!"

Paper-man Zhang looked like he was going to eat me, he was calm and composed, there was no worry that I would not agree.

100 thousand yuan, half of my total assets. It was enough for me to eat a lot of stuffed buns and eat a lot of western cuisine. Looking at how Paper-man Zhang acted like a lowly person, I got angry. I am the King of Hell, to be bullied by a mortal, I feel depressed.

Wait, I'm the King of Hell, I'm in charge of the entire Netherworld. Suddenly, I thought of a solution. "Let's leave the matter of that door for now, I have a big business to discuss with you." I sat down on a chair in the store, looking quite composed.

Paper-man Zhang is a standard businessman, he would never let go of any opportunity to earn money, furthermore, he's a dog, and changing his expression is as normal as eating a meal, it's normal at home.

While carrying the tea that Paper-man Zhang had brewed for me, I didn't say anything. I squinted my eyes and had a look of enjoyment on my face.

I was almost done dressing myself when I opened my mouth. "I say, how many customers do you have who often buy paper men?"

The Paper-man Zhang asked, "Are you asking for something to use, or is it something to burn? The customer information used for this is confidential, so it doesn't matter if it's burned. "

"Burned," I said.

Paper-man Zhang lowered his head and thought, "It's just the old people in the village, just a few dozen households. You know, young people these days, they don't believe this.

"Then do you know how many dead spirits there are in the Netherworld?" I asked.

The Paper-man Zhang nodded his head, "I know. I heard the Sun Lao'er say before that there were about 8 million permanent ghosts in the Underworld. Ever since the Bridge of Helplessness broke, there's already 120 million."

I nodded, pretending. "Well, maybe more, I guess."

The Paper-man Zhang frowned, "Then what does this have to do with me? Where is the big business?"

"Don't worry, let me tell you slowly," I said as I rubbed my thigh. "If I can find a way to get the family of 120 million dead ghosts to come to your shop and buy paper products …" At this critical moment, let's not talk about this anymore. The tea has turned cold. Drink tea, drink tea.