Fang Ming straightened up cautiously, looking at the golden invitation card that had been returned to him, his doubts growing even stronger.

The words on the invitation weren't complicated; it was just an ordinary invitation, inviting the recipient to a small gathering in the commercial street of the provincial capital.

These small gatherings, without saying much, always involve some food. Fang Ming also saw this and planned to take advantage of the chaos in the Ghost Market to eat and take some food, then find a place to hide, or go to a nearby base or various human organizations' guilds to band together for warmth.

Who knew that the servant who had asked for his finger just a second ago would become respectful the next, even calling him "sir" and inviting him to take a seat.

Could there be something more to that invitation?

Fang Ming cleared his throat, trying to appear calm, and followed the strange servant over the counter. They left through the passage behind the counter and followed a forest path for about a few minutes until a magnificent grand hall appeared before Fang Ming's eyes.

This is... way too extravagant!

Fang Ming stared in amazement at the venue, then, at the servant's prompting, he was led into the magnificent hall.

"Sir, your location is here."

Upon entering the venue and going up to the second floor, Fang Ming was completely shocked by what he saw.

"Ah, um, um, okay." Fang Ming glanced at the door of the private room, pretending to be calm, took a deep breath, and entered the private room as the servant bowed respectfully.

"My lord, please have some tea."

As soon as he entered, two stunningly beautiful women, who looked like celebrities before the apocalypse, dressed in extremely thin clothes, crawled on their knees, carrying a golden tray, and came to Fang Ming.

Fang Ming was just an ordinary office worker from an ordinary family. He had never experienced anything like this before. Even the stories in novels seemed too exaggerated and unrealistic to him.

But now, such a scene was unfolding before his eyes, within his reach. Thinking of this, Fang Ming couldn't suppress his excitement.

He really got incredibly lucky.

Looking around, the walls of this private room were covered with gold and jade jewels, which were embedded in the walls and pieced together to form a bizarre and strange scene. Even if it was strange, it did not feel strange with so much gold and silver jewelry.

The carpet underfoot was soft and smooth, made of some unknown material. It felt incredibly soft and gentle against the skin, and you could vaguely see a white, skin-like trim underneath.

The table was laden with a dazzling array of desserts and snacks, and there was even a gold-leaf menu. If you wanted to eat something, you could just wave your hand and ask.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Ming initially ate the food on the table in small bites, trying to save face. But after confirming that it wasn't the same kind of food he had eaten at the steamed bun shop, he stopped caring and started wolfing it down. Then, taking advantage of the two human maids' inattention, he secretly hid the half-eaten food in his backpack.

"Hehe, hehe, not a loss, not a loss."

This trip was totally worth it; it's much better than working in that little hut.

All of his actions did not escape the notice of the president of the provincial chamber of commerce.

That's it?

"Is this it, sir?"

The president of the provincial chamber of commerce looked at the man who ate without any manners, looking like he had been starving for days, and even doubted his own eyes.

"Ha, I thought he was some kind of formidable character, but after all that planning, he turns out to be an idiot!"

"If Congratulations on Getting Rich Tree doesn't want to be the guild leader, it should have said so earlier. Handing over the Ghost Market to an idiot, isn't he afraid of being backfired by the rules of the commercial street?"

Once the president of the Chamber of Commerce changes hands, it means that the previous president has failed. According to the rules of the Ghost Market Street, once a transaction is completed, the previous president is the losing bidder who failed to buy anything. So what can he do?

They naturally disappeared into the mysterious market street!

unless……

The new president of the Ghost City Chamber of Commerce is willing to sign a contract or pay to buy back the previous president.

Of course, unless someone's brain-dead, who would be so foolish as to risk their life? Gambling on whether a new president can save the old one? Isn't that absurd?

"Do you have any wishes for a prosperous year?"

"Not yet." The strange creature covered in fingers shook its head. "The entire Ghost Market Street in Red City knows nothing about their new chairman. The previous chairman, Congratulations on Getting Rich, has not shown up in the market since the change of leadership."

Could it be that Congratulations on getting rich is really dead?

Was he killed by this idiot?

The president of the provincial chamber of commerce looked utterly bewildered. He had considered many possibilities before the visit, but he had never imagined this situation.

After a few minutes of silence, the president of the provincial chamber of commerce waved his hand and said, "Do whatever you want. Even the fish would dislike this idiot!"

"Understood, understood." Qianzhigui nodded repeatedly, respectfully seeing off the president of the provincial chamber of commerce. Then, he raised his hand and gestured with his eyes to the private room where Ming was sitting below.

Suddenly.

The lights went out.

Fang Ming subconsciously looked up, but before he could see anything clearly, he heard the screams of the two women beside him. Then, his gaze shifted, and the world seemed to spin around him, turning 180 degrees in all directions.

*Snap.*

Turn the lights back on.

A headless corpse, seemingly still alive, raised its hand to cover the severed neck, where remnants of uneaten pastries remained.

His body instinctively took a few steps back, flipped over the railing of the private booth, and fell into the fish pond on the first floor, which was as big as a football field.

Beneath the fishpond, a dark shadow appeared. The next second, the water rippled twice, red liquid spread out, and then returned to calm.

The provincial president, seated at the head of the table, watched all this and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, everyone, feel free to do as you please tonight!"

"Keep the music playing and keep dancing!"

Thus, with the president of the Hongcheng Guishi Commercial Street Chamber of Commerce dead, the entire commercial street was left ownerless, making it the perfect time for him to seize the opportunity to enter.

"Go, take some ghost money, and take back the Ghost Market Street in Red City!" He beckoned the Thousand-Finger Ghost to do it. "After it's done, you will be the new president of the Ghost Market Street Chamber of Commerce in Red City."

Upon hearing the words of the provincial capital association president, the man with the thousand fingers grinned from ear to ear, his fingers vying to pop out of his mouth, he couldn't be happier.

But before he could leave, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if someone was attacking!

"President, President, something terrible has happened!"

"Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Before the guards who had returned to their posts could get back to the warehouse behind the industrial park, a powerful heat wave swept in from there, accompanied by a violent explosion and a violent earthquake. All the ghosts watched as their warehouse was burned to the ground!

"Chairman, the warehouse behind our industrial park has been burned down!"

"What?!"

The president of the Chamber of Commerce in the Guishi Commercial Street of the provincial capital suddenly stood up, his hair standing on end in a rage and his imposing aura emanating from him. He strode over to the wild ghost guard who had come to report, and demanded, "What did you say? Say it again!"