Chapter 123: Retirement from the Circle, 123rd Day Today is Old...

Jintian probably never dreamed that the evil spirits he devoured would ultimately become a gift to others to restore their vitality. Especially since the owner of this gift was the boss he had once tried to kill but discovered a hundred years later that he was still alive.

Ugh, how miserable.

Sang Qiqi shook her head and clicked her tongue twice, her expression full of sympathy for Jintian.

Even after killing Jintian, the many miscellaneous matters in the underworld are far from over. Repairing the broken Baodui Mountain and Dangzhong Mountain, and carefully investigating whether the cunning Jintian still has a retreat route and his lackeys who have not appeared have become the top priorities at the moment.

But these things have nothing to do with Sang Qiqi, the two Lords of Fengdu in front of her will handle them well.

She hummed a little tune as she headed for the First Hall. As they passed the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po pulled her over and looked at her again and again. Seeing her in good spirits and rosy complexion, she felt relieved. While pressing the newly arrived new arrivals into her hands, she grumbled, "Jintian's earlier scream was truly terrifying."

Sang Qiqi bit her straw and sipped her milk tea. Today's milk tea had the fragrance of passion fruit and lemon, and she loved it. She raised her hand and patted Meng Po's shoulder to comfort her: "It's okay, I'm scarier than him."

After chatting for a while on the Naihe Bridge, Sang Qiqi went to inform Lin Yanluo, then left the underworld and returned to the funeral service.

It was already bright in the world of the living.

Sang Qiqi opened the glass door, squinted her eyes, basked in the sunlight and stretched her body freely.

Customers who came to buy paper crafts saw her raising her arms and twisting them here and there, looking full of energy, and couldn't help but smile: "Boss Sang, are you in a good mood today?"

"That's great, so come in today and get 20% off on any purchase."

Upon hearing this, the customer immediately shut up and went back to choosing paper figurines. Sang Qiqi's items were good, but they were also really expensive. It was a rare opportunity to get a discount, so you had to make the most of it.

The news that Sang Qiqi’s funeral service was offering a 20% discount quickly spread across the Internet. Sang Qiqi also set discounted prices for the paper products in her online store, and soon ushered in a peak in sales.

My grandfather's death anniversary is coming up soon, and my parents are convinced that all paper crafts are the same the world over. They'd definitely give me a rip if I spent two or three times the price on something like this.

[Is today a good day? @桑柒柒, have you confirmed your relationship with the handsome shop assistant?]

[What? Sang Qiqi is engaged to the handsome shop assistant?]

[What? Sang Qiqi married the handsome shop assistant?]

[Spread the word, Sang Qiqi and the handsome shop assistant have celebrated their golden wedding anniversary]

[@桑柒柒, if you two were to have your wedding, would you put candy or paper figurines on the table?]

[Huh? Is this a question a carbon-based creature could ask?]

[Can you open a separate table just for us regular customers? / cute]

Sang Qiqi: “…”

She kept a stern face and clarified the rumors for the hundredth time: I have said it hundreds of times, no dating, no engagement, no marriage, and no golden wedding anniversary. / Smile

In a corner of the funeral service, Zhang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, biting a chicken skewer while browsing Sang Qiqi's Weibo. He sighed for the hundredth time. When will the head of their store realize that someone has been coveting her for a long time, and her attitude towards that person is also very different?

Zhang Lin very coolly returned to his homepage and left a new Weibo post.

I hate feather dusters: Did the boss notice Brother Duan's thoughts today? No.

Sliding the screen with my fingertips, I saw Weibo posts with the same content. There were at least sixty or seventy of them at a glance.

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The funeral service was in high demand today, and Duan Sui was busy with matters in the underworld, so Sang Qiqi and Zhang Lin were a bit overwhelmed. Meanwhile, the haunted house next door had a surge in business after the incident involving the scumbag man, which was shared on social media platforms like Weibo and WeChat by the onlookers. Lately, from the boss to the employees, everyone has been drained of their energy.

No matter how thick-skinned Sang Qiqi was, she wouldn't call Jingyu and Bai Yingxin to ask for help.

And just as she was working hard, a miracle happened.

A few familiar faces squeezed into the noisy crowd, and someone exclaimed: "Oh my god, what's going on today? Why are there so many people?"

Sang Qiqi and Yu Wanjun successfully caught the distinctly familiar voice. Standing on tiptoe, they peered toward the doorway and saw Mingxin, dressed in casual attire. Notably, he was accompanied by Sushi and Pengqiu.

In an instant, Sang Qiqi's eyes lit up like light bulbs in the room.

Squeezing out of the crowd, they greeted the three promising young Taoist priests with exceptional enthusiasm. Seeing their enthusiastic expressions, Su Shi frowned repeatedly, feeling that an ominous premonition was about to descend upon him. These premonitions became reality when Sang Qiqi pulled out a pink work suit from behind her and stuffed it into their arms.

Boss Sang smiled with his eyebrows curved. "It's not in vain, it's not in vain. Today, I sincerely invite the three Taoist priests to experience the daily work of cattle and horses."

Mingxin: “…”

Pengqiu: “…”

Back in time: "..."

As the saying goes, it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early, but this is a bit too coincidental.

Su Shi flung open his pink work clothes with a look of disdain. The work clothes were actually a light pink casual shirt, and the same style looked fantastic on Sang Qiqi... well, with Sang Qiqi's face and figure, even a sack would get a lot of admiration. But Su Shi couldn't do that. He pretentiously pulled the shirt closer to himself, and when he looked up, he was met with the complicated gaze of his junior apprentice and the expression of Ming Xin, who wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"I don't understand why pink makes you look like coal."

"Because pink makes you look darker." Su Shi sullenly threw the clothes back into Sang Qiqi's arms, cursing, "What kind of taste is that?"

"Duan Sui looks great in it." Sang Qiqi, whose taste was questioned, said confidently, "Little Brother is not bad either."

Duan Sui wasn't there, so Su Shi couldn't appreciate it, so he could only turn around and look at Zhang Lin. Although Xiao Haige was young and thin, his skin was fair, and the pink shirt he wore made him look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old celebrity in the entertainment industry.

cut.

Not cool at all.

Since Su Shi refused to cosplay as Coal, Sang Qiqi had no choice but to take his pink overalls back. But besides him, Ming Xin and Peng Qiu were quite cooperative, and they were also very enthusiastic about the new jobs Sang Qiqi found for them.

Sang Qiqi promised the four employees, "I'll treat you to a feast after work. You can order sea cucumbers, abalone, king crabs, and lobsters."

As a result, until ten o'clock in the evening, there were still customers walking around the store, trying to pick out a unique urn.

Su Shi sat on the ground without any dignity, bent his long legs, and guzzled water. This job was truly not for a human being. He, a cool guy who thought talking was a waste of saliva, would one day end up with a sore throat from talking too much.

"Hey, you guys haven't finished get off work yet."

The exhausted Bai Yingxin dragged her heavy steps out of the haunted house next door. Her eyes were dull and her steps were a little unsteady, as if she was exhausted by overwork.

"It's almost done, are you done?" Sang Qiqi handed her a piece of watermelon.

Bai Yingxin was too lazy to stretch out her hand, so she stretched her neck and took it away in one gulp, then started chewing with a dull expression.

Sang Qiqi: "... Let's go have a midnight snack together. Only when we're full can we have the energy to go home."

Bai Yingxin wanted to refuse, as sleep was more important to her than eating. But she had been very busy today, and the food she had eaten at dinner had already been completely digested.

Hesitantly, Sang Qiqi patted her pickup truck and said, "I'll let Jingyu take you back later."

Speaking of Jingyu, Bai Yingxin sighed: "Come on, I feel like my boss is already in a state of near death. He is sitting in the office in a daze right now."

Sang Qiqi drove everyone into the car and ran to the office of the haunted house next door to invite Jingyu to have dinner together, but she saw his bruised face first.

Sang Qiqi: "...Can your face still hold up?"

It felt like the eyeballs were going to fall out in the next second.

When Jingyu saw that it was her, he loosened his hands that were covering his eyes and sighed like Bai Yingxin: "I'm afraid it's a bit hopeless, let's just hold on a little longer."

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Sang Qiqi chose a seafood hotpot restaurant. Mingxin and Su Shi always remembered the contents of the pancake and were very ruthless when ordering the dishes. Seeing this, Sang Qiqi took the initiative to add a few more dishes for them.

After supper, everyone went home.

Before returning to the underworld, Sang Qiqi searched online for Jingyu's haunted house. Many netizens who had experienced it gave it five-star praise, saying, "It's like being there!"

This evaluation was agreed by many people.

[Really, Boss Jing’s haunted house is the most fun I’ve ever had. The experience is amazing!]

I've been there many times, and sometimes I really wonder if Boss Jing has kidnapped a few ghosts to work in the haunted house.

When will Mr. Jing open a branch? The shop is too small. Although the theme of the haunted house changes from time to time, it only caters to one group of customers at a time, which is a bit of a turnoff.

[Yeah, yeah, especially since that jerk gave me some data recently. Who understands? I used to go there on weekends without waiting, but now on weekday mornings I have to wait three hours / wiping tears]

[Sure enough, bosses who have a good relationship with Sang Qiqi all have some skills]

[Speaking of which, I used to see the owner of the haunted house and his employees doing odd jobs at Qiqi's shop. But now that it's become so popular, I'm too busy to handle it myself. /doge]

Sang Qiqi forwarded the netizen's comment to Jingyu, who happened to be dropping Bai Yingxin off at the apartment. He stepped into the ghost gate, phone in hand, and waved to Sang Qiqi, who was enjoying a free cup of milk tea at Naihe Bridge. Then, he walked over to her and explained his plans: "I'm definitely thinking about expanding. The owner of the shop to the right of the haunted house is going back to his hometown, so I'm planning to buy it, renovate it, and then hire a few ghosts from the underworld as employees."

"That's not bad." Sang Qiqi asked him, "Do you have enough money?"

Jingyu nodded: "I still have some savings."

then.

Sang Qiqi's one-stop funeral branch and Jingyu's haunted house decoration were carried out simultaneously. Both sides were very busy, but with the participation of their respective employees, the daily exercise volume of 30,000 steps finally decreased.

Three little ghosts from the underworld went to the haunted house to apply for a job with their brand new bodies. They performed exceptionally well in the interview with Bai Yingxin, a part-time HR, and won Bai Yingxin's praise, and were successfully hired.

On the other side, Duan Sui realized that Xun Cang's body had recovered almost as before after swallowing Jintian. He decisively threw away the trivial matters belonging to the Lord of Fengdu, waved his sleeves in the other party's shocked gaze, and calmly returned to the world of the living, back to the funeral service.

As soon as he stepped into the store, he heard Sang Qiqi say, "That's perfect. Can you help deliver some goods?"

Duan Sui naturally wouldn't refuse. He glanced around the coffee table but didn't see any car keys. He turned around and was about to ask when Sang Qiqi shoved something into his hand. He opened his palm and looked down, only to find it was a key he had never seen before.

At the same time, Sang Qiqi pointed at an ugly, shabby-looking pink tricycle in the corner of the door and said to him, "The truck your men approved for me back then is now yours. Work hard."

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