Chapter 466 I’m a Poor Man
As soon as He Nanxi lifted up her scarf, she saw a group of NPCs looking at her sinisterly, and she shuddered with fear.
"Are you sure they won't attack anyone? Why do their eyes look so scary to me?"
Fu Ciyan: "They are ghosts, ghosts are eerie."
He Nanxi nodded: "Oh...they are really good at acting."
"I'll ask the person in charge here to give them bonuses later."
NPC: ???
"Who are you to be so arrogant?"
As Fu Ciyan's loyal lackey, Ah Qing immediately stepped forward and shouted:
"This is your boss!"
Ning Rou: "One of them."
He Nanxi covered his face.
Ning Rou is very strict.
One of the shareholders can also be considered one of the bosses.
A zombie jumped twice:
"Are you really going to give me a bonus?"
The hanged man holds his tongue and the rope he used to hang himself:
"Don't be kidding!"
Fu Ciyan looked at the two dedicated ghosts and said seriously:
"Of course, there will be bonuses. This year, the Yama Palace project is the most profitable project in the entire Oriental Mythology Fantasy Park. Many tourists have said that the NPCs are very dedicated. Bonuses will definitely be given, and there will also be salary increases."
Fu Ci Yan was very familiar with this project. It was the first project he invested in after following He Nanxi to Hai City.
Now that the profits are getting better year by year, he will naturally pay more attention to it.
A ragged ghost with thinning hair was about to cry:
"Wow, wow, really? Will hard work really pay off? Did I finally get my bonus? Can I have an extra chicken drumstick tonight?"
He Nanxi looked at the ghost and asked curiously:
"What kind of ghost are you? Are there beggar ghosts in the underworld?"
Looking around, there are many kinds of ghosts in the entire ghost market.
Things like zombies, hanged ghosts, and water ghosts can be distinguished at a glance.
There are yakshas with bared teeth and holding harpoons, and ghosts wearing tiger-head masks.
In addition to these, there are some more ordinary ghosts. In order to increase the horror atmosphere, they are all made up to look like they did before death.
There's a bleeding hole in the head on one side, broken arms and legs on the other, a mouth torn apart, a big knife stuck in the chest, or some scary special effects makeup.
He Nanxi was a little scared when she first saw it, but now that she's used to it, it's okay.
But she looked for a long time and still couldn't figure out what kind of ghost it was.
His hair was thinning, his face was pale, his cheeks were sunken, he looked miserable, and there were puddings on his clothes.
Ning Rou: "Are you a starving ghost?"
Doudou: "Maybe it's a beggar ghost."
The ghost cried out:
"I'm a poor ghost! A poor ghost! What a starving ghost, a beggar ghost, I'm much more impressive than them!"
Ah Qing took a breath of cold air:
"Hiss~ Poor bastard? Stay away from me, stay away from me, I'm already poor enough!"
Ning Rou jumped away from the poor guy:
"Don't get involved!"
After the poor guy said this, the crowd retreated instantly and there was a vacuum around him.
Not to mention tourists, even little kids don't want to stand next to him.
He made a sullen face:
"Hey, don't go too far! Don't discriminate against poor people. What's wrong with me being poor? Things change over time. Don't look down on the poor young people!"
"Don't bully the middle-aged poor."
"Don't despise the elderly and the poor."
“The dead are the greatest.”
"If you've been poor all your life, you'll still be poor even after you die."
Poor guy:???
He cried so sadly!
"If you keep doing this, I won't tell you even if I have a clue!"
He Nanxi's eyes lit up:
"Are you saying you have clues about Lin Li'niang's husband?"
The poor guy turned his head and said, "No!"
Guests: ...
This poor guy deserves a beating!
Fu Ciyan: "Let's go to the ghost market and take a look. Since you asked us to come here, it means there are clues here."
Bai Hua: "Well, if you communicate more with NPCs, you can trigger the plot. It's like this in online games."
Ning Rou is like a lively sand sculpture:
"Let's go, I really want to see if there are any handsome ghosts, goose hehe~"
Fu Ciyan pulled He Nanxi along and led everyone inside. The poor guy got anxious:
"Hey? Hey, don't go! Just ask a few more questions. Maybe I'll know the answer after a few more questions."
Doudou waved his hands: "No need, no need. There are so many ghosts out there. There's no need to ask a poor ghost like you."
Ah Qing: "That's right, what can a poor guy like you know? How can you get any clues without even a penny?"
Poor ghost: "Hey? Don't treat bean buns as dry food. Although I am a poor ghost, I am very useful. You know, there has been a custom of sending away poor ghosts since the Tang Dynasty. On the fifth day of the first lunar month, people drive away poor ghosts by setting off firecrackers and cleaning the house, praying for a prosperous life in the coming year."
He Nanxi nodded: "There is such a saying. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we welcome the God of Wealth and send away the God of Poverty to drive away bad luck. You have been driven away, so what do you know?"
The poor guy put his hands on his hips and said, "You don't know this, right? On the fifth day of the first lunar month this year, I went to the Princess's Mansion to eat and drink for free. Guess what, I actually saw Lin Li Niang's husband Li Yukang in the Princess's Mansion. The two of them were making love. I really don't know what the world is~"
Several guests' eyes widened immediately.
Doudou: "Oh my god, there really is a clue!"
He Nanxi touched his chin: "Li Yukang? Is this Li Lang's real name?"
Ah Qing: "Thanks. I didn't expect that a poor guy like you actually has something."
The poor ghost looked proud: "Look, I'm different from ordinary ghosts. I've given you clues, shouldn't I show some appreciation?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb and index finger together.
Everyone was stunned.
Ning Rou held up two fingers: "Make a... heart shape?"
Poor guy: "??? Holy shit, love you! I need money! I'm so broke, it's not too much to give me a little thank you money! I just want a chicken drumstick tonight!"
He Nanxi laughed non-stop: "It's not that we don't want to give it to you, it's just that even if we give you the money in the world of the living, you won't be able to spend it."
The poor guy curled his lips:
"Tsk, you don't even have any money, you're even poorer than me. You can't even take a single step in the ghost market without money from the underworld."
Several people looked at each other, somewhat confused.
Bai Hua: "Can this money be exchanged?"
Poor ghost: "No, you need to earn money through your own labor. I see that you are all good-looking. If you are a woman, send her to Yi Ghost House, and if you are a man, send him to Chu Ghost House. You can earn money by taking a few orders."
Everyone: ???
He Nanxi was speechless: "No, that Yiguiyuan or Chuguiguan you mentioned, is it serious?"
Poor guy: "Just barely decent."
Doudou: "What do you mean by forced seriousness??? That's outrageous!"
The poor ghost coughed twice: "From the setting, it is not serious, but we are operating legally, so we can't play that improper game. We can only pretend to be improper."
…
What the hell is this fake pretense!
Fu Ciyan's face darkened: "I suddenly feel that the salary increase can be delayed a little longer."
Poor guy:!!!
"No, you can go and perform! You can make money by performing! You can make real money!"
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