When I entered the Cliff of Death Skytrain again, I saw the slogans of the Ghostly Tickets prominently displayed on both sides of the station entrance.
There are strange endorsement drawings of people in black suits and photos of old men in long robes.
This time, it was not a picture drawn by someone, but a real photo.
Recalling the drone that filmed the battle between him and the Taoist ghost.
I think it must be someone's trick, something like a real eye.
You can directly capture the weird appearance.
"Dear guest, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to get in touch with such a big business."
The old man in the long robe thought about the strange conversation he had with the man in the black suit and learned that the Youcai Ghost Ticket was not as simple as tens of millions of ghost banknotes.
If you insist on counting, that’s infinite ghost money!
It can make money as long as you live and will never go out of date.
Just imagine, to this day, many people still believe in this, and even when something strange happens, they will buy a few.
It is clear that this project has been verified by the market and will gradually penetrate into the weird psychology.
Maybe you will make one million this year, ten million next year, one hundred million the year after, and the year after that... Oh my god, the Buffett of the weird world!
Youcai Mingpiao has as many names on the rich list as there are shareholders.
Who can handle so much ghost money?
The more he thought about it, the more handsome the old man in the robe thought Lin Fan looked.
It also never thought that one day it would see a handsome human being who could compete with the weirdness.
Lin Fan felt his nose itchy, as if someone was scolding him in the form of praise.
But there is no evidence.
"Forget the polite words. We are all partners. You should be able to do what I ask."
Lin Fan had said before that after promoting cooperation between the railway station and the Huangquan ticket station, three requirements must be fulfilled.
One is not to reveal the Youcai Mingpiao to the higher-ups, that is, the real owners of the train station.
The other is that it must tell itself whatever the Lord says to it.
Next is Jianghai City’s exclusive train.
The old man in the long robe nodded repeatedly. Guiyi never liked to be polite, but seeing that Lin Fan was a straightforward person, it was even more happy.
"Of course, of course. However, you are all supreme beings, so why would you have the time to bother with me? I've prepared a special train for you, and you can leave at any time! Only you can board this stop!"
Railway stations are spread all over the country, so even if the city is destroyed, it is unlikely that they can manage it alone.
Like the scholar, his Jieyou Bookstore is also spread all over the ground, but it only occupies an area of one building.
Compared to the train station, it's nothing.
It is obvious that the train station must have been founded by several weird people working together.
I just don’t know how many of these major ones destroyed the city and how many were halfway to destroying the city.
To prevent being targeted by this level of weirdness, Lin Fan specifically reminded again, "Remember, if there is an inspection, you must put away the publicity of these Youcai Ming tickets and never spread it outside."
The old man in the long robe patted his chest and said righteously, "I also make money from the underworld. Even if you didn't tell me, I would definitely do it. Otherwise, if they take a fancy to me, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink soup."
It is nothing more than a broken and weird thing. In the eyes of those owners, it is garbage that can be wiped out at will.
If those weird things take a fancy to the colorful ghost tickets, do they expect the discoverer to be rewarded?
Bullshit, if you think it's a nuisance, you can probably just wave your hand and put it out.
Seeing that it was so self-aware, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction and suggested:
"You can have your subordinates and the following ones promote the Ghostly Underworld Tickets. It's best to have your subordinates try to buy them first. This kind of publicity will be more effective than just hanging up a banner."
The old man in the long robe had a gleam in his eyes and kept Lin Fan's teachings in mind.
The human brain is still good. When it comes to publicity, we can only passively hang banners, or at most hang them in a conspicuous place.
"Dear guest, please come inside. Just because of what you said, I will pay for the train tickets and ghost money for the three of you this time—!"
The old man in the robe waved his hand with extraordinary momentum and continued, "Tell me your destination."
"Northeastward, near the center."
The old man in the robe glanced at the map above and his expression froze.
Wow, more than 2,000 kilometers?
This word "multiple" also includes hundreds of kilometers.
The ghost money for three people's train tickets...
The old man in the robe said weakly, "Give out... give out half?"
The old man snorted softly and said in a voice that was just loud enough for the animal to hear, "You're so short-sighted! You didn't even realize my brother has a new promotional idea that he hasn't mentioned yet. It depends on how you perform."
After hearing what the old man said, the old man in the long robe looked at the distance of more than 2,000 kilometers, suppressed his heart bleeding, and nodded fiercely:
"Strange words, dead dogs are hard to catch, I'll pay for this train ticket!"
Lin Fan’s destination is more than 2,000 kilometers away, and there are 25 stops there.
One station costs 2,000 ghost money.
How much is twenty-five?
fifty thousand!
Fifteen thousand for three people!
It is just the agent of this railway station, and its profit is not as excessive as that of the black dress.
Don't underestimate the strangeness of the black dress. It's just a broken road and a bus stop.
But it is no exaggeration to say that the amount of ghost money it earns is so great that even if the city is destroyed, it may not earn more ghost money than it does!
Therefore, for the agent of the railway station, this 150,000 yuan is enough to earn for at least ten years.
What's more, it's a poor place like Guangyu.
It is at least fifteen years, which is about ten thousand per year.
The old man in the robe made up his mind and slammed 150,000 yuan on the counter.
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