Lin Fan paid the money, took the matches, opened the package of the soft matches and lit one. A wisp of green smoke rose up, and if he smelled it carefully, he could smell the scent of incense from a temple.
After lighting it, he didn't smoke it himself, but handed it to the waiter strangely, "I want to ask something."
"Really give it... to me?"
The waiter's waist bent strangely a few degrees, and his attitude became visibly improved, with a somewhat flattering attitude.
There is no trace of the weird and murderous ferocity.
But it's not that he is mean, he doesn't have any weird principles at all.
You should know that those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm farmers.
To put it simply, it's the same. It's weird to sell soft cigarettes, but you can't afford to smoke them yourself.
Sipping the soft Huazi, it took a deep breath, feeling the pleasure brought by the waves of Yin energy from the soft Huazi, which made every bit of its ghost energy tremble with excitement. The waiter was strangely moved.
Those who can smoke soft cigarettes are not necessarily big shots.
But the person who casually hands out cigarettes with soft cigarettes must be someone powerful.
It didn't bother to take a second puff, and hurriedly nodded and bowed, with a flattering look on its face, "Brother... Brother, what do you want to ask?"
This is the benefit of preparing ghost money in advance.
Without the ghost money, Lin Fan could only use his experience before rebirth and the strange rules to cleverly avoid the waiter's strange life-threatening harassment.
As long as he can't get in, he can always find a chance to escape.
But now with ghost money, all problems are solved.
Four hundred ghost money costs only eighty cents in cash.
The rich businessman next door died unjustly.
He lost his life for this thing that cost only 80 cents.
So what if you have a fortune?
In the terror-ridden apocalypse, only strange powers, or the power of (ghost) money, can keep you alive!
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