C21 Chen Jia Village Paper Man Paper Shop

Damn, look at these three women, I know who this old man is. ghosts gave way with a ashamed look. The ghosts all had a hateful look on their faces. It was fortunate that there were Ghost Soldier and ghost servants around, otherwise, this old man would have definitely been killed by this group of ghosts. Even four Black Man bodyguards were not enough.

A few other people who were dressed like rich and powerful people also came, probably because their family bought this paper from the Paper-man Zhang to burn for them.

The old man's sedan chair only stopped when it reached the very front of the square. The old man got down from the sedan chair and knelt down to greet me. I nodded. Arrogant old geezer, if I didn't have to use you today, I would have f * cking sent you to hell.

Everyone was here. More than a hundred million pairs of eyes stared at me, and I was nervous. At this point, for the sake of the paper empire in the future, I am willing to sacrifice everything.

I shouted, "Fellow ghosts —" The scene immediately quietened down.

"I'm your new King of Hell. I have something to say to everyone today," I paused here. "Heehee — clap —" White Impermanence took the lead in clapping. Under White Impermanence's encouragement, the ghosts below also started to clap. People say that clapping is also a form of knowledge. Today, I saw it from White Impermanence. You have a future, young man, and I like it.

It doesn't matter if you're a politician, a financial magnate, or a superstar. Who's ever seen a hundred million people applaud you at the same time? I'm the first, the first ever, the first ever.

I was satisfied. My two hands pressed down, and the applause slowly stopped, "Today, I want to discuss a problem with everyone. In our Netherworld, why would there be people who are poor, and people who are rich!"

At this point, I stopped and used my gaze to communicate with the ghosts below the stage. ghosts's eyes were filled with tears. It seems that I had spoken their hearts and everyone was looking at the people in the front row with hatred in their eyes.

With the arrogant old man in the lead, a few hundred well-dressed ghosts s trembled in anger, as if they were waiting for the people's judgement. The arrogant old man no longer had the prestige he had when he came. He couldn't even find his bodyguard or maid.

Some of the dead ghosts wrapped around themselves in underworld currency films started to sing in a low voice, "Rise …" A starving slave … Get Up... "People who suffer in the underworld …"

I can see that this is bad, the disparity between the rich and the poor is too great, ghosts making me angry has the intention to rebel. "Who told me why?"

"Because we are being exploited!" shouted a dead man below. The crowd was excited, the ghosts in the plaza immediately exploded into commotion, discussing amongst themselves, somewhat agitated to the point that they were already in conflict with the ghost.

All of a sudden, I felt like a fool who had been lifted above his head by the hidden people in "The Descending of the Dust". At this moment, if I shouted out 'YES', then the hundreds of souls led by that arrogant old man would be torn apart.

But if that's the case, I'm done for too. Since the Netherworld has rebelled, it would be strange if the Heavenly Emperor didn't kill me.

Thus, I shouted, "No!" The surroundings immediately quietened down. Countless ghosts stared at me with widened eyes, waiting for my next words.

I suppressed the surging passion in my chest and loudly said, "Because the goods that your family burned for you were not received by any of you!"

"Whooosh." A stone caused a thousand ripples, and now, it was a hundred years old. "The entire plaza began to boil." "Who stole our paper!" "Return my paper!" "I want the paper with my blood!" Reject the underworld currency and severely punish the person who stole the paper goods! " Resisting paper thieves! " All sorts of slogans resounded in the air above the plaza.

I pressed and pressed with both my hands for a long time before I managed to calm down the dead ghost. First, let me say that no one embezzled your paper, "I continued after a pause." In fact, most of your family burned your paper too!

"What about our paper products?" "We don't want paper money!" "We need to get dressed, I want to live in a house!" We still need Rola Takizawa s — "A discordant voice sounded.

"Everyone, quiet down. Let me tell you the answer," I comforted them again as the ghosts quieted down.

I said, "Because your families did not choose the Paper-man Zhang brand —" When I said this, everyone was shocked. The ghosts whispered to each other as they discussed about the brand of the Paper-man Zhang.

I pointed at the arrogant old man and said, "Next, we will invite those who have experienced it for themselves. Everyone, please welcome them." I took the lead to clap. The ghosts below also started to clap. This death of Netherworld is really simple.

The old man tremblingly walked up the steps. His legs were so weak that they could barely stand. He was caught by me. "Old master, your surname is — —"

"Old... Han... I... Last Name... "Li …" The old man replied with a trembling voice.

"Master Li, can you tell us where your family bought this paper for you?" "No," I said.

The old man trembled as he said, "I am from X province city (which is where I live), Village Chen. After I die, that old lady from my family should have burned me down with paper goods that we bought in Paper-man Zhang's shop …" After saying that, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, so he could only probingly look at me.

I patted the shoulder of the arrogant old man. "Master Li, what you said is very good. Don't worry, the personal legal property of Netherworld is also sacred and inviolable."

Only then did the arrogant old man wipe his sweat and relax.

I pointed to a fat slut who wore the same clothes as the arrogant old man and said, "You, come up here —"

The little fatty, on the other hand, was rather bold. He eagerly ran up and bowed to all the ghosts on the stage, "Hello grandfathers, grandmothers, and uncles!"

I asked, "Little Fatty, let me ask you, where did your family buy this paper goods for you?"

The little fatty was also honest, "I died, so I don't know where they bought it. However, our family's Village Chen is not far away from where Grandpa Li lives …" After saying that, she also looked at me probingly.

"I remember now. My family members also bought them from the shops of the Village Chen Paper-man Zhang!"

It was only then that I smiled and gave the little fatty an encouraging look. Only then did the little fatty's heart calm down. The things that happened after that were much easier to deal with. The ghosts who wore silk and silk clothing were introduced one by one, and all of them were bought from the s of the Village Chen. This point wasn't a lie, it seems like what Paper-man Zhang said was true. Only when he had the ability to do so could the people of the Underworld be able to receive what he made after burning it.

"Yes, now everyone knows, it's not that the people living in the family and their children are not filial, it's just that the things they burn are things that you guys can't accept," I said in the right words.

The square was already boiling. Some of the dead men were cursing their children, others were cursing the other paper men, and some were regretting it until their intestines turned green. It seemed like they had not received the paper goods they had burned for their parents.

The masses were in high spirits, so the hearts of the people were useful. I grabbed hold of the arrogant old man who was preparing to sneak off the stage, "Master Li, can you please teach everyone how you got so many pieces of paper?"

The arrogant old man could only say shamelessly, "It's nothing much, I just often give dreams to that old lady of mine. If she doesn't burn, I will do it every day until she does."

I nodded and smiled, "Okay, thank you Master Li, you can leave." This arrogant old man, seeing as you are cooperating with me this time, I will let you go. Next time, I won't let you be so arrogant.

The ghosts below was in a mess. Just like ants on a hot pan, everyone who was already anxious started dreaming for their families.

I turned to White Impermanence, "Immediately draft a law on daydreaming. In the future, you can only dream once a month, and the content of the dream can only be related to the delivery of paper goods. You can't leak out any other information!"

White Impermanence nodded, "Hehe, milord has foresight. As expected of a great master!"

With a smile, I shouted at the dead men in the square, "Now do you all know why there are differences between the rich and the poor?"

I continued, "So, what do we do now?"

No one yelled out the slogan "all in the same place, wait for the right amount of money" as two words simultaneously popped out, "Dream on!"

I smiled and nodded. "Then everyone knows which shop's goods are on paper. Can we receive them?"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Village Chen, Paper-man Zhang's Paper Doll Shop!"

With over a hundred million people shouting out one name at the same time, the Paper-man Zhang was definitely not here. If he was, wouldn't he die from excitement?

I held up my arm and held out a finger." "Yes, everybody, follow me — Chen — Chen — Cun — Paper — Person — Zhang — Paper — Goods — Shop —

CHEN, HOWARD, COUNT, PAPER.

I continued to shout, "louder, more passionate, follow me again, Chen — home — village — people — people — Zhang — paper — goods — shop —"

Chen — — Cun — — paper — — people — — Zhang — — paper — — goods — —" The passion of all the dead ghosts in the plaza was stirred up by me. Quite a few female ghosts screamed out in excitement and fainted while being stepped on by other dead ghosts. "Don't worry, they are hollow and cannot be stepped on.

"In the near future, the Village Chen of the will establish a company and undergo joint stock reform. At that time, we will tell everyone our new names after our new names have been changed.

"Alright, today's event will end here. Please remember to help your family dream as soon as possible. The families of the top 50 ghost friends still have hope to obtain one. 100 billion underworld currency per copy. First come first served, until the end of the delivery …" In the midst of my eloquence, the ghosts began to disperse.