However, this captain only reached the average level of Northeast China.

"Join if you want to. If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask for a million ghost money in my lifetime."

After the captain said this, the strong men lowered their heads in shame.

Collecting one million ghost money in the village is basically equivalent to asking the villagers to go out and earn ghost money themselves to resurrect that group of people.

But more than half a year has passed, and the captain has only a few hundred pieces of paper money in his hands.

A million was not realistic in the first place, and nowadays, there are only a few villagers who are willing to use ghost money to make up the difference.

In order to satisfy their conscience, most people give one or two pieces of meat to express their "sincerity".

As for the ghost money, I hold it all in my own hands, so how could I be willing to give it to the captain?

After the strong man hesitated to speak, he could only stand aside helplessly.

Yes, we can’t just keep watching the captain begging for help in the village.

To be honest, it would be better to be abducted and sent to other places to work as a security guard.

As soon as he stepped aside, the men who had surrounded Lin Fan looked at each other and returned to their original positions.

They haven't figured out what's going on yet.

It’s impossible for someone to sponsor one million ghost money, right?

This is the arrival of weirdness, not the arrival of capital.

There is no such good thing.

"Then shall we go in together?"

Lin Fan looked at the queue and let people in one by one.

"Sure, we stopped them because we were worried they might cause a commotion."

There is no limit on how many people can go to the gambling table.

It just happened before, someone lost and someone won, and the loser got jealous and started to snatch the things.

This made them stand up and maintain order.

The captain walked in front, took a deep look at the old man, and then said to Lin Fan:

"Think it over carefully. Once you get on the gambling table, you have to gamble a bit before you can get off."

"Well, go ahead."

It's a gamble. If Lin Fan asked to lend him one million, he would definitely not believe it. He would have to put the ghost money in front of him or even give it to him before he would be willing to believe it.

But it was the old man who spoke.

In the old man's eyes, he saw more than just sincerity.

Also, the same look as his.