Chapter 7 Not all ghost money is qualified



When he arrived at the door, the security guard of the ghost money factory took a glance.

"Uncle, come in and discuss some business."

Lin Fan took the initiative to speak.

"I know. If we come here, what else can we do besides talk business?"

The old man in security uniform nodded happily, but he didn't seem to be on guard at all.

After saying something to the security guard, he entered the factory easily with almost no hindrance.

After all, this is a ghost money printing factory.

Come to think of it, no one would come here to mess with this unlucky ghost money even if they went to the diaper factory next door.

After entering, Lin Fan asked a worker and soon got the direction.

Found a dark middle-aged man.

He doesn't look like a boss, but more like a worker than the worker you meet at the door.

After all, the ghost money factory is not large, and even the boss himself often has to help with the work.

Seeing Lin Fan, the boss stood up.

For someone as innocent as Lin Fan to come to an unlucky place like the Ghost Money Factory that makes funeral supplies, he must have only one need, which is to buy things.

So, he put down the work at hand and walked over happily, "Little brother, what do you need?"

"I want to buy a few hundred million ghost money."

Lin Fan stated his purpose.

Billions of bits and pieces, it really is billions of bits and pieces.

His savings plus the total income from selling shares, houses and cars is almost 360 million.

It’s about 360 million.

The boss wasn't very interested, but he remained polite. "Sorry, we can only do wholesale. If it's just a small amount... you can just buy some from a funeral shop. It won't cost much."

"Can I take a look at the ghost money first?"

Lin Fan hid his smile and did not respond, but instead asked a question.

The ghost money factory owner paused, frowning in confusion, but still replied, "Okay, we have a variety of denominations here, the largest denominations are 10,000 and 100,000."

"No, I want the standard one."

Lin Fan interrupted.

The standard is a unified standard. After the end of the world, only the ghost money with this standard can be used.

As for printing tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars.

It just burns into waste paper, which only adds to the pollution and has no effect at all.

"Xiao Yin, take out a few hundred and fifty notes and show them to this boss."

The boss of the ghost money factory called out.

Soon, a few pieces of ordinary ghost money came into Lin Fan's hands.

The style is indeed not much different from the ghost money that can drive the weird after the horror comes.

only……

Lin Fan keenly noticed that this kind of ghost money seemed to be just printed matter.

He once got real ghost money.

There is a mysterious aura of the underworld attached to it, which is difficult to describe in words, but it really exists.

It would probably be difficult for those who have not come into contact with the real ghost money in the terrifying apocalypse to distinguish it.

I'm afraid he is the only one in the world who can tell the difference between the two.

This is troublesome.

I thought I could just buy some ghost money and burn it.

Unexpectedly, the ghost money printed by ordinary ghost money factories is completely useless.

"How about it?"

The boss was curious when he saw Lin Fan observing for a long time.

Is it necessary to look at something that is going to be burned for so long?

Could it be that the quality of ghost money also has to be considered?

The living don’t care about what is burned, and the dead don’t know the quality of the things.

Can he crawl out of the grave and beat you up?

"no."

After a moment, Lin Fan shook his head.

These few hundred million ghost money still cannot be purchased here.

Although, he was envious of the boxes of already printed ghost money piled up outside.

At least, billions.

However, when the terrible apocalypse comes, it will be useless to burn as many things as you can.

After saying that, Lin Fan wanted to return the ghost money to his boss.

"It's okay, you can keep it."

“…”

Lin Fan's face was full of black lines.

This boss gets along well with the driver outside.

One sent him to the ghost money factory to satisfy him, and the other gave him some ghost money for his collection.

Fortunately, he had experienced terror and knew the value of ghost money, so he did not reject it.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably start arguing by now.

"Excuse me."

After saying hello, Lin Fan turned and left.

This family’s ghost money is useless, and there is only one such family in the city, so it seems that we have to expand the scope.

Originally three months was enough time, but now it seems.

If you want to travel to other cities or even other provinces.

There is also the risk of not being able to find usable ghost money, so three months is a bit tight.

Feeling a little uneasy, Lin Fan approached the factory gate.

I met the gaze of the security guard at the door.

"What? Are you not satisfied with the ghost money here?"

The old man was an experienced person and he immediately understood what Lin Fan was thinking at the moment.

Most people might grumble a few words about Lin Fan having a seizure.

But it’s just paper money to be burned, what quality is required?

No matter how good the quality is, the dead person won’t know about it, so people are just burning it for psychological comfort.

But the old man's face was full of understanding, and with a hint of resentment, he looked at the factory and said, "Nowadays, ghost money is printed out with a bang. Tens of millions can be printed in a day. It's fast... but there are fewer souls."

"At the Ghost Banknote Workshop back then, to make a batch of Ghost Banknotes, one had to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth to communicate with the netherworld. I can't describe all the various rituals, but it was very complicated anyway, and only then could they be used."

"oh?"

Lin Fan stopped.

He didn't know much about this, but after hearing what the security guard said, he had some guesses.

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